It's delicious, seeing a man fall apart for him. It's heady, watching as his words sink in, watching as the man in front of him reacts.
It's too good. He doesn't know what to do with himself. Aki doesn't know what to think other than this, and he breathes out.
It's perfect. This is perfect, Tsurumaru is perfect, and his expression is dark and intense as he licks his lips. ]
Tsuru...
[ Leaning in, Aki nuzzles at his hips, pressing idle kisses to the skin as he tugs the trousers down, to let them slide. His body moves with them, slipping off the bed to drop to his knees, unconcerned about kneeling in worship at the shrine, the mantle of this man.
Aki likes him. Aki likes him so much.
At least this is something more familiar, more recognisable than the confusion of his own feelings, because the way that two bodies work together is an intimate knowledge for him. He has been with people before, enough that he has the skill to back up the promises that he's making - as if Tsuru might disbelieve him. As if he would question what Aki offered.
Cheeks warm, flushed, body flooded with anticipation and desire, a burning need that thrums through him, Aki presses a kiss to Tsurumaru's thigh, his other hand stroking up against the soft, soft skin. His thumb presses into the skin there, even as his mouth moves higher and higher, teasing, tempting.
It's good. Tsurumaru is so good.
His hand finally wraps around Tsurumaru's cock, thumb pressing into the tip of him gently, even as he hums a pleased noise. Fingers move up and down, a tease before his mouth gets involved, dark eyes watching Tsurumaru's face before he breathes out a soft noise. ]
You are beautiful. Tsuru... My -
[ He stops himself. My Tsuru. But it's not - it's - hm.
He shakes his head, focusing, pressing a kiss where cock meets hip, desperate for the hot, heat of him.
I have you, he thinks, I have you, beautiful and perfect and hot, stunning, cock like tempered steel, an irony he can't ignore.
A little more teasing, he thinks, a little more nudging and pushing forward, and then perhaps he'll give in to his own desperate desires. ]
devours him
It's delicious, seeing a man fall apart for him. It's heady, watching as his words sink in, watching as the man in front of him reacts.
It's too good. He doesn't know what to do with himself. Aki doesn't know what to think other than this, and he breathes out.
It's perfect. This is perfect, Tsurumaru is perfect, and his expression is dark and intense as he licks his lips. ]
Tsuru...
[ Leaning in, Aki nuzzles at his hips, pressing idle kisses to the skin as he tugs the trousers down, to let them slide. His body moves with them, slipping off the bed to drop to his knees, unconcerned about kneeling in worship at the shrine, the mantle of this man.
Aki likes him. Aki likes him so much.
At least this is something more familiar, more recognisable than the confusion of his own feelings, because the way that two bodies work together is an intimate knowledge for him. He has been with people before, enough that he has the skill to back up the promises that he's making - as if Tsuru might disbelieve him. As if he would question what Aki offered.
Cheeks warm, flushed, body flooded with anticipation and desire, a burning need that thrums through him, Aki presses a kiss to Tsurumaru's thigh, his other hand stroking up against the soft, soft skin. His thumb presses into the skin there, even as his mouth moves higher and higher, teasing, tempting.
It's good. Tsurumaru is so good.
His hand finally wraps around Tsurumaru's cock, thumb pressing into the tip of him gently, even as he hums a pleased noise. Fingers move up and down, a tease before his mouth gets involved, dark eyes watching Tsurumaru's face before he breathes out a soft noise. ]
You are beautiful. Tsuru... My -
[ He stops himself. My Tsuru. But it's not - it's - hm.
He shakes his head, focusing, pressing a kiss where cock meets hip, desperate for the hot, heat of him.
I have you, he thinks, I have you, beautiful and perfect and hot, stunning, cock like tempered steel, an irony he can't ignore.
A little more teasing, he thinks, a little more nudging and pushing forward, and then perhaps he'll give in to his own desperate desires. ]