[ Aki's hand on himself is a little too much friction, not quite perfect enough, but it's good, twinned with Tsurumaru's pleasure and the way his hips move, little jerks of his body, the way that he can hear the breathless sounds that he makes. Even his hips thrusting up to buck against Aki's mouth doesn't stop him, even if it means he has to lean back a little and readjust.
It's pleasure, pure and relieving, exactly what he's wanted after days and weeks of uncertainty, because right now Aki is so, completely, devastatingly owned by this man that he doesn't know what to do with himself.
Instead, he groans as Tsurumaru comes, pulling at his hair, squeezing at him, and he presses his thumb against himself, curls his hand, jerks as he swallows, and soon he's staining his own fingers with his pleasure, shivering as he draws his mouth back and rests his forehead on Tsurumaru's thigh, breathing in and out.
Perfect. So perfect.
Messy, dizzying, delicious, overwhelming in a thousand little ways. Good. ]
Tsuru...
[ The idea of standing is impossible, legs wobbly, so Aki slumps into the bed. ]
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It's pleasure, pure and relieving, exactly what he's wanted after days and weeks of uncertainty, because right now Aki is so, completely, devastatingly owned by this man that he doesn't know what to do with himself.
Instead, he groans as Tsurumaru comes, pulling at his hair, squeezing at him, and he presses his thumb against himself, curls his hand, jerks as he swallows, and soon he's staining his own fingers with his pleasure, shivering as he draws his mouth back and rests his forehead on Tsurumaru's thigh, breathing in and out.
Perfect. So perfect.
Messy, dizzying, delicious, overwhelming in a thousand little ways. Good. ]
Tsuru...
[ The idea of standing is impossible, legs wobbly, so Aki slumps into the bed. ]