[ Thankfully, the towel from his hair is nearby, so Aki can clean his hand off before he's tugged into bed beside Tsurumaru; it means he's comfortable as he settles in close, curling around him and nuzzling close. Sorry, room service, for your life.
Aki doesn't kiss him, just in case, but he leans in and kisses his jaw, his neck, pressing soft reminders of his affection against his skin, arms wrapping around the lean frame of the man beside him and tugging him closer. It's almost too easy to settle in and fill the void of space in the bed, and the smile on his face isn't faltering for even a moment. ]
I want you, too. I've wanted you for weeks.
[ He's been filled with longing. Sorry, Tsurumaru. ]
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Aki doesn't kiss him, just in case, but he leans in and kisses his jaw, his neck, pressing soft reminders of his affection against his skin, arms wrapping around the lean frame of the man beside him and tugging him closer. It's almost too easy to settle in and fill the void of space in the bed, and the smile on his face isn't faltering for even a moment. ]
I want you, too. I've wanted you for weeks.
[ He's been filled with longing. Sorry, Tsurumaru. ]
You can have me.