Aki wants this. Of course, he wants this. He wants to show Tsurumaru how he feels, wants to show his affection through action when words are not enough, his entire body filled with a yearning he cannot combat. It makes his heart feel too warm, too heavy, and his eyes flicker over Tsuru's face, devouring him, memorising how he looks like this, surrendering to pleasure.
It's good, to use his hands for pleasure, for something blissful rather than death, and blood, and horror.
Settling on his knees, prim and proper, Aki lets his eyes drag over Tsurumaru again before he hums. He turns his head, to get those fingers into his hair - because he doesn't mind if it's pulled, tugged, twisted, if he's used and left wanting and wailing.
He does not mind.
He wants it.
Nuzzling into Tsurumaru's hip again, he hums softly. ]
Whatever you want, Tsuru. Anything you need.
[ Shifting, pushing himself up, one arm stretched over his waist, Aki finally gives in to the urge.
Keep touching him, he thinks. Keep teasing him. Keep commanding him. He wants, and he wants, and he wants, a burning inferno. He licks his lips, hesitant, careful, before he presses a soft kiss again to the side of Tsurumaru's cock, eyes closing briefly.
It's nice. It feels good. He likes this, he likes to touch, to... Give.
To worship.
Finally, he leans down and wraps his lips around Tsurumaru's cock, tongue pressed against the steady weight of him, eyes closing as he loses himself to it.
For now, he sets no pace, does nothing more than enjoy this, letting Tsuru do as he wants. He can handle it, he can take it all, no matter what. ]
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Aki wants this. Of course, he wants this. He wants to show Tsurumaru how he feels, wants to show his affection through action when words are not enough, his entire body filled with a yearning he cannot combat. It makes his heart feel too warm, too heavy, and his eyes flicker over Tsuru's face, devouring him, memorising how he looks like this, surrendering to pleasure.
It's good, to use his hands for pleasure, for something blissful rather than death, and blood, and horror.
Settling on his knees, prim and proper, Aki lets his eyes drag over Tsurumaru again before he hums. He turns his head, to get those fingers into his hair - because he doesn't mind if it's pulled, tugged, twisted, if he's used and left wanting and wailing.
He does not mind.
He wants it.
Nuzzling into Tsurumaru's hip again, he hums softly. ]
Whatever you want, Tsuru. Anything you need.
[ Shifting, pushing himself up, one arm stretched over his waist, Aki finally gives in to the urge.
Keep touching him, he thinks. Keep teasing him. Keep commanding him. He wants, and he wants, and he wants, a burning inferno. He licks his lips, hesitant, careful, before he presses a soft kiss again to the side of Tsurumaru's cock, eyes closing briefly.
It's nice. It feels good. He likes this, he likes to touch, to... Give.
To worship.
Finally, he leans down and wraps his lips around Tsurumaru's cock, tongue pressed against the steady weight of him, eyes closing as he loses himself to it.
For now, he sets no pace, does nothing more than enjoy this, letting Tsuru do as he wants. He can handle it, he can take it all, no matter what. ]