[ The two of them match each other so perfectly, rock together so marvellously, as if they were made for one another. Aki isn't the kind of man to believe in silly daydreams like soulmates or true loves, he's never had the chance to believe in it when he had lost so much already, but... They're in love, aren't they? That's more than good enough for him, so perfect and so wonderful that it rotates in his mind over and over again.
Tsurumaru wraps around him and Aki leans into it. He kisses him, he keeps kissing him, and they move together, in almost perfect tandem, practiced and understanding one another. They know how to take care of each other now, they know how to work one another to the point of madness and despair, and he can feel how flushed his cheeks are, the way that the buzz thrums through him like a snap of fire in his gut.
It's not necessarily the pleasure of the act that makes Aki so desperate and hot, though that is obvious. It's the way that Tsurumaru holds on to him, the way he whispers, the hushed, breathless echo of how much they love each other, that makes him feel so good.
It's impossible not to follow along with Tsurumaru, to not give in to the need to come, especially with how tight he is, the sounds he makes, the tremble of his body. Aki comes, a sharp noise punched out of him as he leans down, trying not to collapse on top of his lover as he desperately attempts to catch his breath.
He does manage to tilt his head, kissing Tsurumaru's cheek gently. ]
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Tsurumaru wraps around him and Aki leans into it. He kisses him, he keeps kissing him, and they move together, in almost perfect tandem, practiced and understanding one another. They know how to take care of each other now, they know how to work one another to the point of madness and despair, and he can feel how flushed his cheeks are, the way that the buzz thrums through him like a snap of fire in his gut.
It's not necessarily the pleasure of the act that makes Aki so desperate and hot, though that is obvious. It's the way that Tsurumaru holds on to him, the way he whispers, the hushed, breathless echo of how much they love each other, that makes him feel so good.
It's impossible not to follow along with Tsurumaru, to not give in to the need to come, especially with how tight he is, the sounds he makes, the tremble of his body. Aki comes, a sharp noise punched out of him as he leans down, trying not to collapse on top of his lover as he desperately attempts to catch his breath.
He does manage to tilt his head, kissing Tsurumaru's cheek gently. ]
I... I said anything. Love you.