Ah... Because I'm only looking at you. Isn't that right, Tsuru?

[ Aki's hand follows that given trail, lets himself stroke up and along, chasing the shape of his body, soft, warm skin, heat under his palm. He gazes at Tsurumaru in breathless wonder, tilting his head in to steal another kiss, to slide their mouths together and devour him. It feels good - it feels right - and he can't help the low, breathless sound he makes, unable to swallow his own want and desire.

It's impossible to resist him, impossible not to want him, especially with his heart pounding as hard as it is.

Careful, Aki's mouth adjusts and goes to his neck, nuzzling in there as his fingers begin to explore higher. They trace muscle and ribcage, shoulder, collarbone, across nipples to touch and tease, to see if it's an enjoyable feeling or one he'd rather not experience again.

Aki wants to learn it all. ]

I want to touch you... Take care of you. I want you to feel good.

[ Tsuru likes it when Aki takes care of him... It makes him shiver. Oh, he does want to take care of him.

Pushing up his shirt, Aki leans down to start kissing his skin. ]

My hand? Or my mouth, Tsuru?