[ Consent is, unfortunately, sexy, and having been around someone like Denji who is so easily led into doing this or that, Aki is painfully aware of how easy it is to say yes to something. There's something hedonistic and dangerous about being told that he can take, he can have, that he can devour someone as beautiful and precious as Tsurumaru, but he has to resist the urge to give into it and snatch all of that for himself.
He wants Tsurumaru, wants to mark him with kisses and claim him as his own, to press close and leave the bruise of his fingertips against his hips, but only if that's what is wanted. Aki has seen and heard enough of the worst of humanity to recognise how badly things can go.
Aki saw Denji after Himeno. He didn't think about it much then, but later...
T-shirt gone, chest to chest, they're warm and soft against one another, skin a blush of want and desire, need thrumming through Aki like a lurch. How long has it been since he felt this kind of desire? Too long, and never with the emotion to back it up, never with the utter longing that goes hand in hand with it, like if he doesn't kiss Tsurumaru then he might die.
His lips trail along his collarbone, his chest, brushing a nipple until he's moving lower and lower, to his waistband. Aki's eyes flick up, watching him. ]
... You did say devour.
[ Hands move, spreading Tsurumaru a little more, fingers sliding beneath the waistband of his clothes to tug, gently, watching his face. ]
Tell me to do it. Tell me, and I'll give you everything you ask for, Tsuru.
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[ Consent is, unfortunately, sexy, and having been around someone like Denji who is so easily led into doing this or that, Aki is painfully aware of how easy it is to say yes to something. There's something hedonistic and dangerous about being told that he can take, he can have, that he can devour someone as beautiful and precious as Tsurumaru, but he has to resist the urge to give into it and snatch all of that for himself.
He wants Tsurumaru, wants to mark him with kisses and claim him as his own, to press close and leave the bruise of his fingertips against his hips, but only if that's what is wanted. Aki has seen and heard enough of the worst of humanity to recognise how badly things can go.
Aki saw Denji after Himeno. He didn't think about it much then, but later...
T-shirt gone, chest to chest, they're warm and soft against one another, skin a blush of want and desire, need thrumming through Aki like a lurch. How long has it been since he felt this kind of desire? Too long, and never with the emotion to back it up, never with the utter longing that goes hand in hand with it, like if he doesn't kiss Tsurumaru then he might die.
His lips trail along his collarbone, his chest, brushing a nipple until he's moving lower and lower, to his waistband. Aki's eyes flick up, watching him. ]
... You did say devour.
[ Hands move, spreading Tsurumaru a little more, fingers sliding beneath the waistband of his clothes to tug, gently, watching his face. ]
Tell me to do it. Tell me, and I'll give you everything you ask for, Tsuru.