(He hums in agreement and he sighs into him. Even if his taste is different, it feels the same. They've kissed enough times that he knows how to welcome him, how to devour him. He feels him moan and he practically croons in response. More. Even if it costs him his very last breath, he wants more. Selfishly, he wants more when Aki pulls away, when he slips down, and he turns his neck, baring himself. He shudders as he catches his breath, as he feels him dance across his body.
No frills, no lace, no expensive kimono; without any layers, Aki will find that he's definitely able to get a better feel of Tsurumaru. He's much smaller without all of his bulk and when he's brought down from his larger than life attitude. Perhaps unsurprisingly, he's slender and lightweight. Not weak, but delicate, not plain, but graceful.
He holds his breath as he feels him trace his chest, as he teases his nipples, and it's like he's just holding his breath. Waiting for more. Ready for more. He doesn't let go until he feels skin against skin. He has to lean back, brace himself, chest out, back curved as he offers himself to him. His senses feel sharper, painfully aware of every touch but his head feels dizzy and he only has breathless longing.
Something is being asked and how is he supposed to answer? He looks down, eyes hazy and gods his imagination runs as he considers Aki down in front of him and he shudders with anticipation, )
You're... (He wants to laugh. In fact, he does,) Even now... hah.
(Even now, he takes care of him. Treats him well. Respects him. Gives him a choice when he could just take him now.)
However you want! (More seriously, lowly,)Aki.
I would let you take me. (His own hand comes to his waist, tugging at the band. He stretches his leg out, deliberately, slowly,) Devour me.
(Fuck me, he wants to say, but he tries-- tries so hard-- to keep himself together. To be so good for him.)
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(He hums in agreement and he sighs into him. Even if his taste is different, it feels the same. They've kissed enough times that he knows how to welcome him, how to devour him. He feels him moan and he practically croons in response. More. Even if it costs him his very last breath, he wants more. Selfishly, he wants more when Aki pulls away, when he slips down, and he turns his neck, baring himself. He shudders as he catches his breath, as he feels him dance across his body.
No frills, no lace, no expensive kimono; without any layers, Aki will find that he's definitely able to get a better feel of Tsurumaru. He's much smaller without all of his bulk and when he's brought down from his larger than life attitude. Perhaps unsurprisingly, he's slender and lightweight. Not weak, but delicate, not plain, but graceful.
He holds his breath as he feels him trace his chest, as he teases his nipples, and it's like he's just holding his breath. Waiting for more. Ready for more. He doesn't let go until he feels skin against skin. He has to lean back, brace himself, chest out, back curved as he offers himself to him. His senses feel sharper, painfully aware of every touch but his head feels dizzy and he only has breathless longing.
Something is being asked and how is he supposed to answer? He looks down, eyes hazy and gods his imagination runs as he considers Aki down in front of him and he shudders with anticipation, )
You're... (He wants to laugh. In fact, he does,) Even now... hah.
(Even now, he takes care of him. Treats him well. Respects him. Gives him a choice when he could just take him now.)
However you want! (More seriously, lowly,) Aki.
I would let you take me. (His own hand comes to his waist, tugging at the band. He stretches his leg out, deliberately, slowly,) Devour me.
(Fuck me, he wants to say, but he tries-- tries so hard-- to keep himself together. To be so good for him.)