(It's easy to answer. It's easy to admit when they're like this. When he's like this. All he's ever had to do was simply be and he would be taken. He only ever had to be beautiful. He only ever had to be commanded and led. So it's easy to just give himself to someone else and when it's someone like Aki, someone who treats him so well and cares for him so much it's even easier.
He shivers. His heart dances. He smiles and hums, so happy and pleased. He shifts and rolls his hips, raising them ever so slightly to help Aki strip him down--
and he freezes.
Gold eyes lock with his bright blue and there's a flash of something in his eyes. Genuinely surprised, so caught off guard he's stunned. His jaw drops, mouth hanging open to respond but all that comes out is,)
I--
(He's been taken before. His history is a messy one, tainted with dishonorable acts. He'd been snatched from the grave, stolen from shrines, passed around more like a hand-me-down than a treasure. He could never say a thing. He could only ever follow. Even when the saniwa summoned him, when asked if he would serve them, he'd simply given himself over to the cause and followed every order.
Tsurumaru Kuninaga is indirect. He's flighty. He's vague. He often keeps his feelings to himself. He rarely expresses his own desires out loud. And now?
To have Aki look up at him, so full of want but still waiting for his say. For his command. It's like at the theme park, when he'd been so caught up in the rift's effects, so impulsive and inhibited and even then he'd been shown restraint. He'd been so good. He's still good.)
You're so...
(He's so surprised, he falters. He fumbles with his words and he covers his face. He covers his eyes to belatedly hide how taken aback he is. He covers his mouth to hide his smile and disbelief. Under his palm, between his fingers, he burns red with embarrassment. He can't believe this man.
Tell him. He has to tell him. He has to say it. Direct and for himself. Not in between the lines, no uncertainty, without any distance.)
... Me. (His voice is quiet. Too quiet. He tries again.) Suck me.
(So uncharacteristically modest for such a proud spirit.)
I want... (His voice trembles, his heart pounds. He wants. He wants he wants and he wants but he has to say it and he wills himself to slide his hand down from his eyes, to look down at Aki again. He feels so... flustered. So unrefined. ) I want to see you below me.
(His heart beats in his chest and he silently pleads for Aki to please let his audacious words be right. )
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(It's easy to answer. It's easy to admit when they're like this. When he's like this. All he's ever had to do was simply be and he would be taken. He only ever had to be beautiful. He only ever had to be commanded and led. So it's easy to just give himself to someone else and when it's someone like Aki, someone who treats him so well and cares for him so much it's even easier.
He shivers. His heart dances. He smiles and hums, so happy and pleased. He shifts and rolls his hips, raising them ever so slightly to help Aki strip him down--
and he freezes.
Gold eyes lock with his bright blue and there's a flash of something in his eyes. Genuinely surprised, so caught off guard he's stunned. His jaw drops, mouth hanging open to respond but all that comes out is,)
I--
(He's been taken before. His history is a messy one, tainted with dishonorable acts. He'd been snatched from the grave, stolen from shrines, passed around more like a hand-me-down than a treasure. He could never say a thing. He could only ever follow. Even when the saniwa summoned him, when asked if he would serve them, he'd simply given himself over to the cause and followed every order.
Tsurumaru Kuninaga is indirect. He's flighty. He's vague. He often keeps his feelings to himself. He rarely expresses his own desires out loud. And now?
To have Aki look up at him, so full of want but still waiting for his say. For his command. It's like at the theme park, when he'd been so caught up in the rift's effects, so impulsive and inhibited and even then he'd been shown restraint. He'd been so good. He's still good.)
You're so...
(He's so surprised, he falters. He fumbles with his words and he covers his face. He covers his eyes to belatedly hide how taken aback he is. He covers his mouth to hide his smile and disbelief. Under his palm, between his fingers, he burns red with embarrassment. He can't believe this man.
Tell him. He has to tell him. He has to say it. Direct and for himself. Not in between the lines, no uncertainty, without any distance.)
... Me. (His voice is quiet. Too quiet. He tries again.) Suck me.
(So uncharacteristically modest for such a proud spirit.)
I want... (His voice trembles, his heart pounds. He wants. He wants he wants and he wants but he has to say it and he wills himself to slide his hand down from his eyes, to look down at Aki again. He feels so... flustered. So unrefined. ) I want to see you below me.
(His heart beats in his chest and he silently pleads for Aki to please let his audacious words be right. )