(He tilts his head up to brush his nose against Aki's and then it's like a switch is flipped. He digs his fingers into the back of Aki's shoulders, nails blunted by the fabric of the kimono. Eagerly, greedily, he tastes Aki, teeth scraping and nipping at his mouth when he pulls away to speak.
Beautiful. He knows he's beautiful. It isn't a surprise. And yet, when Aki praises him, he feels so proud. It's different with him because for him, he knows he's more than just a beautiful thing. He's cherished. Treasured. So loved.)
Even-- (Oh, he stops just short, feeling him against his throat. He sighs pleasantly, tilting his head back, baring the thin, white flash of sensitive skin. It shouldn't be surprising that his neck is so sensitive. He is, after all, a crane.) Even like this?
(He lets go of him, bringing one hand to the side of his head and the other to the collar of his kimono, posing openly for him against the blankets. He looks up with half-lidded eyes, a perfectly mischievous, flirtatious smile on his face. Chest out, one hand, his fingers beckon him to come closer while his other hand pulls away at his collar, teasingly, revealing a little more skin.)
Would you still like me... (Sliding his knee between Aki's legs,) Even if I wasn't beautiful?
If I became undone? (Slowly,) If I was graceless? (Higher,) If I wasn't sweet?
[ They like each other, they like each other, it keeps running through Aki's mind and making him feel as if he's going crazy, losing control completely at the knowledge that his feelings are completely, perfectly returned. Tsurumaru likes him back, this is real, it's real, his heart beating wildly in his chest and making him feel as if his happiness is exploding out of him.
There's nothing he can do about it other than sink into the man below him, grabbing at him as if they're a lifeline for one another.
The urge to leave little marks on the soft skin of Tsurumaru's neck is tempting, wanting to leave little marks against the warmth there, and Aki scrapes his teeth before he's forced to lean back and pay attention to the sweet words coming out of his boyfriend - maybe he can think that now? - his boyfriend's mouth. His chest is smooth, pretty, and Aki's hand (the human one) strokes down along the centre of it, to rest just where his ribs are.
Perfect. He's perfect. ]
I'd like you no matter what shape you took. [ He rocks against the leg pushing up between his own, grinding his hardening cock against the shape of his delightful partner's body, eyes dark. His hair is falling around him, sticking to his skin as it starts to sweat, and he breathes out sharply. ]
Graceless, undone, sour, bitter... Anything you were, I'd like you. Whatever happened, I'd like you.
(If he asked, he'd reply boyfriend doesn't sound right. They're more than friends. This isn't some innocent boyish love. It's mature, intimate, and explicitly between two men. They fancy each other, they spend time together openly, they rendezvous in secret, and they go to each other's residences to court one another. They're lovers. They're lovers until they become formally bonded.
He gasps, shivering at feel of teeth on soft flesh. If he marked him now, he would wear his favorite color. The only way he can live up to his namesake is if he colors himself red. If not with the blood of his enemies than he'll gladly settle for marks from his lover. He holds his breath, so full and hot with anticipation under his touch.
Licking his lips, he begins to shift under Aki, humping as he feels himself grow hot and hard with every word, every touch, every moment. Aki is hard too. He can feel his weight grinding against him. More. More. He wants more and he just remembers.
The dim lights of a hotel room, Aki down in front of him, on his knees looking up at him so hotly. Ah, how the situation feels reversed now.
Tell me to do it. Tell me, and I'll give you everything you ask for.
But in other ways, it's still the same. He whines, voice cutting through the room and he demands, he pleads, )
Fuck me.
(No flourishings, no poetry, no dancing around. Direct, bold, audacious, )
I don't care how! (Voice rising with all of him, his hips, his hardening cock,) Aki! I've wanted you all day.
(And he's tried his best to be so pretty and well behaved all day. He's tried so hard and now he can't bear it.)
[ The intensity of his feeling makes him burn, his cheeks red and the heat flooding his body. Aki feels overwhelmed, suddenly, his gaze flickering over Tsurumaru's body, the stretch of his skin, the warmth of his body and how beautiful he is. It makes him feel a different kind of alive, as if his veins are flooded with endorphins and excitement, and his cock is hard, twitching between his legs.
He's wearing a yukata. It'll be obvious to Tsurumaru that he's into this, that he wants him so desperately, but he doesn't care. He doesn't care if Tsurumaru can see it, because it's all for him, just for him, and Aki is going to give into it without pause, without hesitation, because he adores him.
Arms bracketing the other man's head, he leans down, sliding their mouths together again, biting his mouth and grinding into him, deliberate, seeking it out.
The request has Aki groaning against Tsurumaru's skin, hesitating there and breathing out against his jaw, his neck, shivering a little as he gives himself a moment to shove himself together, to stop himself from going utterly crazy from how much he wants him. He feels so painfully desperate, so painfully needy, and he shifts to start to push the fabric away from his lover's body, unable to hide his enthusiasm. ]
Anything.
[ Shifting, Aki slots himself between Tsurumaru's legs, tugging him close even as he tries to focus, to keep himself in control. He doesn't care how, he wants him, and it sounds like honey to his ears, making him close his eyes a moment to breathe out a sharp sound. ]
I'll take care of you. You've been so good, Tsuru...
[ His hands drift down, stroking over his chest, his hips, thumbs pressing in as he gazes at him, adoring. ]
(Aki scans him and Tsurumaru's flash as they make impatient eye contact. Aki might be able to catch that familiar look in his eye, bright, wild, excited, and burning with heat. Dizzy, his usually sharp mind focused on a single thing when he reaches up to grab the front collar of his robe, pulling the front from his obi. )
Ah.
(Maybe it's because he's a sword. This is love. They're making love. But he wants to fight. He doesn't want to be bested easily. He nips back at Aki's mouth, perhaps with a little more edge than he should. He's been here before, there's no need to take it slow and explore, not when he already knows what he wants, tongues dancing as he hums and muses pleasantly.
Cool air touches bare skin and he looks down. Their robes are a mess now, riding up and coming more undone with each deliberate move. His eyes linger. He's like this because of him. They're like this because of each other.
He positions himself for Aki, long and nimble legs spreading and bracing either side. Pulled closer, he yelps with surprise and reaches to wrap one arms around him once more, slipping under the collar of Aki's kimono, hooking around him.
He'll take care of him. He's been good. Simple promises and simple praises but for something like him, it's all he wants to be. Taken care of, the perfect sword for one person alone, adored at someone's side, held in loving hands,)
I'll still surprise you. (It's a threat. It's a promise.) But for you... (He mewls, ) I can try.
(He can be good for him. Maybe that's why now, he tries to show some restraint. His chest rises and falls with heavy, controlled breaths. His skin tingles and he trembles when Aki's hands brush across his nipples, down the soft flesh of his stomach.
Lowly,)
Aki. (Batting his lashes, smiling demurely as he asks sweetly with edge,) Please?
[ They come together less like lightning and the crash of thunder, and more with the tenderness of the tide on the beach, rolling waves over the sand. Bodies drawn together, skin warm and flushed as they touch, skin sliding, mouths touching, and it feels so perfect. It makes Aki's heart burn, it makes him yearn for more, makes him want to offer all the kinds of worship that he can muster.
What would make him good enough? What would make this good enough for Tsurumaru? Nothing in his mind registers as being just perfect enough for this man, but he wants to try.
Aki has never wanted to try this hard at something sweet and romantic before. Quick, casual fucks after a mission, desperate reminders of surviving and being alive, they don't compare to this. They could never compare to the strange, uncertain feeling of tumbling into bed with someone who cares about him in return, dragging his heart with him.
Swallowing, he trails his mouth down, kissing his neck, his collarbone, tongue flicking over a nipple, curling over his stomach, deliberately teasing along his hip. He doesn't want to wait, not when Tsurumaru is offering himself, baring himself, and explorative fingers begin to touch and tease.
Surprise him, love him, cherish him - Aki wants it all, jealous and possessive and needy all at once. ]
You don't have to beg. I promised, I'll take care of you.
[ A kiss to his hip, and then he's hesitating, looking around. He could lean in and just take Tsurumaru into his mouth, worship him, but he wants more than that. He wants to jealously keep this for himself, to join with him in the joy of their holiday together, wrapped warmly in their love and affection.
Leaning back, he leans over for his bag. So what if he was prepared? ]
(If only Aki knew that just being himself was enough. It's more than enough.
The lower Aki goes down on him, the further Tsurumaru's hold on him reaches. From hanging on from his neck to running his hand down his back. He can feel the way his body is so alert, muscles tight, skin burning with desire. Lower, lower, and he stretches to still keep Aki at his fingertips. It takes every bit of his self-control to just hold on and do nothing more but he can't help it.
Sensitive to every sensation, aware of every feeling, a jolt runs through him and his hold body twitches from sensitivity. By reflex, he digs his nails into skin and drags as the wave rides through him, from his center twisting with want, up the curve of his spine, and escaping with a sharp cry.
"He doesn't have to beg," he says but then why does he make him want so desperate for more?
Aki slips from his fingers and he lifts himself, grabbing a fistful of the blankets to brace himself. He sighs,)
Hah...?
(His eyes flash with confusion and desire. Why did he stop? Where is he going? The only thing that stops him from sitting up properly is Aki's command.
Slumping back into the futon, he runs a hand over his face, pushing back his bangs, grabbing a handful of his own hair and whines. Impatiently, he reaches for his cock but stops just short, instead, grasping at his kimono. By now, he's practically exposed, his kimono just barely keeping on.
Stay still. He doesn't have to beg. He knows Aki will take care of him and he let's out a long, controlled sigh to try and calm himself. This is it. A chance to catch his breath after their frenzy. Breathily,)
[ It's not as if Aki had thought that he would really crawl into bed with Tsurumaru and immediately start doing something like this - but he had hoped. He had considered it, especially with what had happened when they'd come together in Las Vegas, when he had let himself shower and be pampered, and done some pampering in return.
There's no denying the fact that he's a little obsessed with Tsurumaru, that he wants to keep doing this, to do whatever he can to make his lover fall apart in his arms, from his fingers, from the way that he touches him and cherishes him.
Watching the way that Tsuru grabs at the sheets, the way he twists in his clothing, the glimpse of his cock under the soft fabric of his kimono - it's all too delicious, it's too much, and he wants to devour him. He wants to keep him, claim him, some base urge inside of him that makes him feel sharp and dangerous despite the romance of the moment.
Slotted back between Tsuru's legs, fingers trailing up and along his inner thigh, he smiles softly. ]
I wanted to take care of you, just a little bit more.
[ Careful fingers open up the lubrication, hovering between Tsurumaru's legs before he tilts his head, watching, eyes dark and soft, searching for something. Permission, perhaps. ]
(Just when he's starting to settle, he tenses and shivers against his touch again. Perfectly alert, the anticipation in the air speaking for him, he goes quiet and still for just a moment.
Shifting, pushing himself up with his arms to sit up and look at Aki. Gold eyes study him carefully, curiously, as if searching for something. A meaning? Some understanding?
After another moment, he swings forward, graceful and deliberate until he's in front of Aki on his hands and knees. He's always carried himself a certain type of way and even now, there's something almost feline in how he crawls the small distance between them over. Even his eyes lend to the effect; bright, catlike, and full of hunger.
Both hands on Aki's thigh, pushing himself higher up on his knees and leaning close. He puts himself into his space and tries to see how far he can push, how much of it he can claim. There's a fire in his eye, something sharp in his smile, and an edge to his voice when he speaks,)
Do you?
(It sounds more like a challenge than asking for permission,)
Aki, Aki. (He strokes his thigh, tracing higher, further, closer with each note,) My dear, sweet, Aki.
You've worked so hard.
(Up his hip, flutter across his stomach, and index finger tracing lines and circles across his chest, teasing,)
You could take it easy. Lay back. (And just because he knows what it means to Aki to hear it from him, he adds lowly, heatedly, ) And I like it when you look up at me.
[ Watching the way Tsurumaru shifts, moves up, leaning close and into his space, makes Aki's heart skip a little. He already feels heavy with his desire, feels weighed down, the desperation that is flooding him making him feel as if he might explode into pieces if he isn't careful. There's a threat of obsession, a thread of something dangerous in the way he leans in, like he might lose control of himself if he isn't careful.
Flustered, flushed, Aki licks his lips, watching this man gazing at him and wanting nothing more than to sink into him and never let go.
Tsurumaru rises, pushing himself up, higher and higher, his own hands falling away as he licks his lips, swallowing the new lump of want in his throat.
There's something delicious about the way that Tsurumaru speaks, a low edge to his voice, something sweet to it at the same time...
His cheeks are warm, and he opens his mouth and then closes it for a moment, caught up in his own want. ]
Tsuru...
[ Leaning in, unable to stop himself, he goes to steal another kiss, to slide their mouths together, a soft, mumbling sound against his mouth, wanting and taking. ]
Anything.
[ Slowly, leaning back, sliding, he almost flops onto the futon, stretched out, baring himself completely to the man above him to do whatever he wants with. ]
(He keeps his teasing smile as he nips at Aki's lip, perhaps a little sharply, a little too excited, feeling a little too sharp and dangerously on edge.
He presses a hand against Aki's chest and follows as he falls back. Leaning in, he kisses his collar bone. Feeling his heat, tasting him as he leaves a trail of kisses lower and lower until he stops right at his hips, at that last bit of fabric that covers him. Sliding his hand under, he fans his fingers out across his length and hums.
Pushing back, his face next to Aki's cock, he can only just barely look up at him from down here. Sighing,)
Anything?
(A last chance to ask before he makes his next move. A last chance to keep him in check,)
[ Aki is so drawn to him, so desperate to reach out and touch him, his body flushed and warm, his eyes glued to Tsurumaru and unable to look away. There's a lump in his throat, if only because he wants nothing more than to take charge again, twinned with his desire to give himself over to Tsurumaru and not even begin to fight back.
He wants what Tsuru wants. He wants this, wants to be touched, wants to be loved and held, and it makes him breathe out a sharp little noise as he nods, hair a tangled mess around him. ]
Everything I have.
[ It's Tsurumaru's. It belongs to him, all that he has, cock twitching and teeth digging into the skin of his lip before he hisses out a sound. ]
(Hadn't Aki told him the same thing earlier? Wrapping his fingers around his length, feeling all of his weight and desire in the palm of his hand. He begins to stroke, index finger rubbing the tip. Deliberately slow, maybe he wants to hear Aki beg. Hear him plead annd make desperate sounds,)
... But you look so cute when you do.
(And he leans in to kiss the side of his cock. Sighing against him,)
I don't have to tell you to be good. (Slowly picking up pace, watching Aki so carefully as he studies his reactions. What does he like? Would he like for him to go faster and give relief right now? Or can he wait for Tsurumaru as he fumbles with his free hand for the lube Aki had tossed aside.) You're always so good to me.
(And he slows again, letting Aki hang for just a second so he can apply the gel to his hand,)
For me, too.
(And he's back, this time, his hands cool to the touch, fingers spread and tracing every inch, his greed giving a glimpse to the impatience he really feels.)
[ It's hard to focus on anything except the pleasure of having a hand on him, of having it be Tsurumaru who is leaning over him, whispering to him, offering him this warmth and tenderness. The confession is still burning through him, the knowledge that his affection really is returned, that there is a sanctuary to be found in the depth of his own affection and the way it flushes his skin like a tattoo.
Biting his lip, he tries to smother his noises, but it's not as if anyone is going to hear them. They're almost entirely alone, in their own room, and the staff won't be disturbing them now. He can give in to his urges, he can let himself be touched, let himself be loved. ]
Cute?
[ It comes out as a little breathless sound, because when had anyone other than Himeno ever called him cute? It had never felt like this with her, though, and the thought fades from his mind immediately; Tsurumaru is the only person his mind can focus on, the only thing that his heart and soul can piece together in this moment.
His hips shift, rocking a little, chasing the pleasure of touch and the warmth of hand before he realises what is happening, and he forces himself to stop, opening his legs instead. With his hair a tangled mess around him and his body lax, robe spread open and baring him wide to Tsuru's gaze, he feels like some kind of bashful maiden on their wedding night.
It's embarrassing, and he tilts his head, just a little, not looking away, but strangely shy with the shift of their position, offering his control to Tsurumaru rather than being in charge.
Licking his lips, he rocks down at the touch of fingers, greedy for it. ]
Pressing his face to his thigh, feeling all of his heat, so warm and hot, he feels like he's being drawn to a fire. He feels dizzy with want, so drunk from it all that it's hard to focus on more than one thing. His hand slows and he hums against him, leaving kisses against him.)
Cute.
(He murmurs into him. So cute, it makes him want to claim all of him. (Lips part.) Make him his. (Pressing teeth to flesh.) Mark him. (Biting).
More, more, more, he wants more, too and he bites harder as he lets out a muffled moan into him. His hand tenses and relaxes around Aki as he drags. After a moment, he resurfaces in a rush of motion. In a blink, he's on his knees over Aki, hastily pulling his obi free from around him and tossing it aside next to them. The front of his robe opens and he bares himself in front of Aki, flushed with heat, cock all out and so hard for him.
Chest rising and falling as he takes a breath, pushing back his hair so he can look down at Aki with dark eyes. He tosses his head back as if to show off for his lover. This is a new angle. He wants Aki to enjoy it and he flashes a smile, playful and confident,)
Cute. Precious. Handsome. (Hand still slick, he wipes it across his own chest, gripping and playing at himself. He can't help it. When he looks down at Aki like this, it's maddening. It's so, so hot and he wants to get himself off so bad,) Look at you! You're so...
(He whines and shifts to straddle over him. He rocks with Aki, rubbing against him but places a hand across his center and whispers, pleads softly,)
[ He's not embarrassed by being called cute, he just finds it a little silly, given the fact that he's never considered himself anything close to that. He's been called handsome, or attractive, but cute wasn't a word that matched him, not with how wild he was as a devil hunter, not with how many risks they took.
Watching Tsurumaru bare himself, beautiful and soft and hard at the same time, Aki's fingers twitch, and he reaches up to touch him. Fingers explore the shape of his hips, his legs and thighs as he settles himself over Aki, showing off, beautiful and tempting all at once; he wants nothing more than to think his teeth into that beautiful skin and show the world who Tsurumaru has chosen to adore.
They like each other. They chose each other. It's remarkable to Aki.
His hand chases where Tsuru's is, to wrap around his cock and stroke gently, teasing, but his eyes are glued to the other man's face. It's as if he's worried that looking away would break this moment and the sweet, agonising tension that has built between them.
Flushed, hair tangled, biting his lip, Aki leans back and waits. ]
(He can't help but laugh lightly at the way they keep parroting each other. Is it really so surprising that he would find Aki endearing? He's been charmed for so long, he has a list of things he finds cute, another for things he finds handsome, amazing, sexy, and more, more, more.
Like those beautiful blue eyes of his. The way he can look at him and make him want to become completely undone. He could give up all of his restraint, throw away all of his grace, and wreck himself for him. Looking down on him, face so flushed he's practically glowing with heat, he licks his lips and his cock twitches with anticipation. )
Ah--
(He gasps and tosses his head back, hips bucking to chase his touch. Every nerve feels a thousand times sensitive leaves him trembling and shuddering for more. He's so high from want and desire, he can barely think of anything else. Breathy,)
I know. I know.
(He knows. He knows Aki will be good. He knows he'll feel good too and slowly, carefully, he lowers himself on top of him. As soon as he feels him inside him, he lets out a whine,)
Wait a... (Just a moment, for him to get through this first part before he moves. He shifts his hip, moving to take him more comfortably and once he finds the right way, his body relaxes and melts with a sigh. He could still take him further but Aki has waited long enough. He mewls, signaling to him that he doesn't have to wait anymore, that he can also let loose,)Aki. My Aki. Do you... like me?
(Tell him he likes him. He wants to hear it again.)
[ Aki can't help the way that he mirrors and reacts, too lost in his own want and pleasure to really use his mind properly; he can't focus on the fact that he should be saying other things, that he should find better words, and instead gets caught in this loop. How can he think beyond this moment when Tsurumaru is so beautiful, cock hard and fingers soft, explorative and promising?
He wants to kiss him, wants to touch him, devour him, would spend hours between the other man's legs worshipping him if he was allowed. He doesn't find too much to hate in the idea of Tsurumaru being a mess of pleasure in front of him, the ache of his throat as he pleasures him, the taste of their joy in one another's bodies lingering.
Tsurumaru is beautiful. The words are trapped on his tongue as he stares.
His partner is soft, settled, taken what he wants, and it means Aki leans up, cheeks flushed and breath hot, wrapping around him and drawing him closer. It's hard to reach his mouth from the angle, but he does what he can, biting at his lip and groaning at the touch, the press of their bodies and the draw of pleasure that he can feel being summoning from him.
Groaning, he nods his head. ]
Tsuru... I like you so much. I'm yours.
[ Captured, owned, cherished; Aki is all those things. He can't say it, but he loves him, likes him more than words, his hips jerking up gently to chase the feeling. ]
(He can feel Aki shift both outside and in and he groans, rocking, chasing, following as he settles on him. He leans in to meet him and there's none of his usual grace or control as he kisses him messily, fast, and desperate. He slides further down on Aki until there's nothing more to take and he's completely settled onto his lap.
Not wanting to let him go, he wraps his arms around him and clings. He gasps, whines, moans, and cries out for Aki. Incomprehensible. He feels incomprehensible when all of his words die in his throat and only sounds come out. When he finally gets anything to come together, it's quick, breathy,)
Me, too. (His nails press into Aki's skin and he grinds against him. ) I like you. I like you. I--
(He cuts himself short, feeling a fast wave of pleasure surge through him and he cries out, loud and sharp in this empty room that feels like his whole world right now. No one else is here. No one else is here to hear him and he lets his voice rise as he keens against him. Again. He adjusts his speed and position to feel it again. It doesn't take him long to find a comfortable pace, the right moves, and he can only call out for him with noises.
Aki has always been so good for him. Having fun, taking care of him, indulging him, waiting for him, and tonight just feels like an accumulation of months of everything. Aki likes him and he likes him so much. He's liked him and never in his thousand years did he think he would ever end up like this in another world, with another man, feeling so full and content.
Later, he'll tell him. He'll tell Aki how much he likes him. What he likes about him. How long he's liked him. He'll make plans and promises and he'll devote himself completely to this perfect, perfect man but for now, he can only focus on one thing. He can only focus on how good he feels because of Aki and how close they are and how hot it all feels and it's so hot and close, close, close and he throws himself against Aki once more, kissing him on the side of his mouth and whines desperately,)
Aki...
(He's wonders if Aki is as close to release as he is. He wonders how they'll both feel when it's all over and done because right now, he doesn't want this to end. He wants to keep feeling this good, this full, this close, like this is the world, like it's just them, like nothing else matters.)
[ What he wants is to draw this out, to take his time, to truly cherish Tsurumaru with everything he has - body, soul, spirit, warmth, tenderness, all the parts of himself that belong to his man and have slipped out of his grasp. He wants that strange, electric, wounded feeling in his heart to implode with the joy he's feeling, the warmth and pleasure that mingle inside him.
Aki has fucked people before, he's had sex, but it's never been anything close to this. He's never cared like this.
It's probably embarrassing that it's Tsurumaru's confession that has him going again, has him groaning as his hips chase the feeling, wanting nothing more than to sink into the other man and never let go. He rocks, chasing the pleasure, grinding with the little motion he can have, wanting Tsurumaru to keep his power, his position, even as he tries to steal the pleasure for himself.
It's good, so good. He's loved, he's wanted, he's cherished, and Aki blinks back the emotion as he gasps aloud, biting his lip before he leans in to press kisses against any skin he can reach, worshipful, adoring. ]
It's okay. Take what you want.
[ Aki wants to do the same. He's taking, gently, moving his hips, angling his legs to keep Tsurumaru comfortable, his hand reaching between them for Tsurumaru's cock, to give him something to rock into as well. ]
(For someone who has always taken pride in his composure and is renowned for his careful words and ability to keep a clear head, right now, he must seem like a different person. He feels like a totally different person. He cries out without shame and all of his usual poetry is lost. The only thing he can think about is how much he wants this with every nerve in his being.
His heartbeat skips, it flutters, and it feels like it might burst from his chest with how full he feels. He feels so hot he might be reforged into something new and there's that stead, wonderful rhythm that reverberates through his entire body. Faster, harder, more, more, and he shudders when he feels Aki's hand around him. For something like him, one of the simplest and greatest of pleasures is just being held and feeling someone's touch and he becomes lost in that familiar touch-- strong but gentle, rough but soft. It's only now that he realizes he feels some wetness, unable to hold it all back. Knowing that he can't keep holding it back.
He makes a sound of something like a whine and a laugh from the back of his throat and the last thing Aki will see before he throws himself against Aki is a smile; excited, giddy, a little sloppy at the corners, but so perfectly pleased. Arms around Aki, burying his face into his neck, he moans and hums into him as he finally becomes undone for him. He clings to every part of him as he comes into Aki's hand and there's a long, drawn moment where his entire body feels wired and on edge only for him to finally relax, become a little more boneless, and take a moment to recover his senses.
His cock twitches, still not completely spent, and he can still feel him inside him. In fact, he feels even more aware now that his head has begun to clear post-release. Breathily,)
Ooh. (He moves his hips slowly, carefully and almost curses,) Fu--
(Sensitive, so much more aware now that he catches himself and cuts himself short by pressing kisses against him. )
[ Watching him come, watching him enjoy himself, it makes Aki shiver with happiness, fingers rising to stroke along Tsurumaru's back and hold on to him as he sinks into his pleasure, as he enjoys himself. It's warm and fuzzy, making his heart beat too fast, and he leans in to press little kisses wherever his mouth could reach.
It feels beyond good, the way that Tsuru is wrapped around him, the flood of his pleasure, the softness of his breath against his skin, and Aki sighs happily, leaning in to nuzzle closer, to press sweet kisses, to touch, to steal that bliss for himself, just a little bit.
It's too good, too much, and his own head has to tilt back as he shivers, biting his lip to try and smother himself, just a little, to not be too loud in the quiet of the room. It's not as if he needs to be quiet, given the nature of the room, but...
Leaning in, he kisses Tsurumaru as he loses control of himself, too, sinking into the pleasure of it with a low groan. ]
(That twisting feeling of desire inside him unravels and all he feels is calm. The excitement of the moment dies down and everything suddenly feels quiet but he finds that he doesn't mind. Stripped down to nothing, completely spent, and so utterly free to be taken, he should feel anxious. He should want to push away, run, and hide. Instead...
It's comforting and warm and there's a moment where he realizes he feels this way because of Aki. Holding onto him for support, being held and supported. He doesn't want to let go. He doesn't want to let this moment go at all and he stays so still in his arms for just a moment, taking it all in.
Instead of pulling away, he leans his weight against so they can both lie down flat on the sheets. Slowly, slowly, humming so sweetly as he still keeps Aki inside him a little while longer. It's only when they move that he starts to feel how warm he is all over again. His skin feels sticky and wet from his own come and he finds that he doesn't mind too much.
Heart pounding, chest rising and falling, he settles flat on top of Aki and pants softly,)
Aki?
(Softly, sweetly: "Darling?" "Dearest?" "My love?"
He has to move. He knows he has to but if he can stay like this just a little while longer. Close. Together. Bonded. Bound. In his arms. Just a little longer.)
[ It's said just as sweetly, just as gently, arms encircling him and holding him close.
He doesn't want to move either, doesn't want to break away from this sweet, peaceful moment, their skin pressed tight, the air filled with the smell of them together, his lips bruised from kissing and his thighs sore from movement. It's entirely perfect, wonderfully so, and the idea of breaking away for even a second is simply impossible to fathom.
Reaching up, he strokes fingers across Tsurumaru's cheek, through his hair, curling gently and petting, filled with a delicious affection he can't swallow back. ]
Rest, just for a minute. It's okay.
[ You did well, I love you, I love you, Iloveyou - ]
(So sweet, so full of love, it makes his heart flutter again and he pushes himself further up on top of him. He presses a light kiss to his jawline and lets out a soft, content sigh as he rolls off to lie down next to him. Completely undone beside him, feeling so warm from the inside out, he curls against him and croons,)
I wanted you all day. (He'd said as much earlier and he wraps an arm across Aki, fingers tracing the shape of his chest delicately. He wants to feel the way it rises and falls, the way his heart beats for him. If he's being honest--) No, I've wanted you even longer.
(He'd wanted him even longer. He doesn't know for how long. It feels like at different times, he'd wanted different things and its all blurred together now.
When he looks up at Aki, his hair a mess in his face, face still flushed from activity, still warm with love. Earlier, he'd called him cute but right now, all he can think about is how handsome he is and how even more perfect his soul is. How did he get so lucky? What were the chances he'd ever find someone like this in his lifetime? Did it really have to take a thousand years?)
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Beautiful. He knows he's beautiful. It isn't a surprise. And yet, when Aki praises him, he feels so proud. It's different with him because for him, he knows he's more than just a beautiful thing. He's cherished. Treasured. So loved.)
Even-- (Oh, he stops just short, feeling him against his throat. He sighs pleasantly, tilting his head back, baring the thin, white flash of sensitive skin. It shouldn't be surprising that his neck is so sensitive. He is, after all, a crane.) Even like this?
(He lets go of him, bringing one hand to the side of his head and the other to the collar of his kimono, posing openly for him against the blankets. He looks up with half-lidded eyes, a perfectly mischievous, flirtatious smile on his face. Chest out, one hand, his fingers beckon him to come closer while his other hand pulls away at his collar, teasingly, revealing a little more skin.)
Would you still like me... (Sliding his knee between Aki's legs,) Even if I wasn't beautiful?
If I became undone? (Slowly,) If I was graceless? (Higher,) If I wasn't sweet?
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There's nothing he can do about it other than sink into the man below him, grabbing at him as if they're a lifeline for one another.
The urge to leave little marks on the soft skin of Tsurumaru's neck is tempting, wanting to leave little marks against the warmth there, and Aki scrapes his teeth before he's forced to lean back and pay attention to the sweet words coming out of his boyfriend - maybe he can think that now? - his boyfriend's mouth. His chest is smooth, pretty, and Aki's hand (the human one) strokes down along the centre of it, to rest just where his ribs are.
Perfect. He's perfect. ]
I'd like you no matter what shape you took. [ He rocks against the leg pushing up between his own, grinding his hardening cock against the shape of his delightful partner's body, eyes dark. His hair is falling around him, sticking to his skin as it starts to sweat, and he breathes out sharply. ]
Graceless, undone, sour, bitter... Anything you were, I'd like you. Whatever happened, I'd like you.
[ Cheeks hot and warm, Aki breathes out. ]
I want you, Tsuru. My Tsuru.
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He gasps, shivering at feel of teeth on soft flesh. If he marked him now, he would wear his favorite color. The only way he can live up to his namesake is if he colors himself red. If not with the blood of his enemies than he'll gladly settle for marks from his lover. He holds his breath, so full and hot with anticipation under his touch.
Licking his lips, he begins to shift under Aki, humping as he feels himself grow hot and hard with every word, every touch, every moment. Aki is hard too. He can feel his weight grinding against him. More. More. He wants more and he just remembers.
The dim lights of a hotel room, Aki down in front of him, on his knees looking up at him so hotly. Ah, how the situation feels reversed now.
Tell me to do it. Tell me, and I'll give you everything you ask for.
But in other ways, it's still the same. He whines, voice cutting through the room and he demands, he pleads, )
Fuck me.
(No flourishings, no poetry, no dancing around. Direct, bold, audacious, )
I don't care how! (Voice rising with all of him, his hips, his hardening cock,) Aki! I've wanted you all day.
(And he's tried his best to be so pretty and well behaved all day. He's tried so hard and now he can't bear it.)
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He's wearing a yukata. It'll be obvious to Tsurumaru that he's into this, that he wants him so desperately, but he doesn't care. He doesn't care if Tsurumaru can see it, because it's all for him, just for him, and Aki is going to give into it without pause, without hesitation, because he adores him.
Arms bracketing the other man's head, he leans down, sliding their mouths together again, biting his mouth and grinding into him, deliberate, seeking it out.
The request has Aki groaning against Tsurumaru's skin, hesitating there and breathing out against his jaw, his neck, shivering a little as he gives himself a moment to shove himself together, to stop himself from going utterly crazy from how much he wants him. He feels so painfully desperate, so painfully needy, and he shifts to start to push the fabric away from his lover's body, unable to hide his enthusiasm. ]
Anything.
[ Shifting, Aki slots himself between Tsurumaru's legs, tugging him close even as he tries to focus, to keep himself in control. He doesn't care how, he wants him, and it sounds like honey to his ears, making him close his eyes a moment to breathe out a sharp sound. ]
I'll take care of you. You've been so good, Tsuru...
[ His hands drift down, stroking over his chest, his hips, thumbs pressing in as he gazes at him, adoring. ]
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Ah.
(Maybe it's because he's a sword. This is love. They're making love. But he wants to fight. He doesn't want to be bested easily. He nips back at Aki's mouth, perhaps with a little more edge than he should. He's been here before, there's no need to take it slow and explore, not when he already knows what he wants, tongues dancing as he hums and muses pleasantly.
Cool air touches bare skin and he looks down. Their robes are a mess now, riding up and coming more undone with each deliberate move. His eyes linger. He's like this because of him. They're like this because of each other.
He positions himself for Aki, long and nimble legs spreading and bracing either side. Pulled closer, he yelps with surprise and reaches to wrap one arms around him once more, slipping under the collar of Aki's kimono, hooking around him.
He'll take care of him. He's been good. Simple promises and simple praises but for something like him, it's all he wants to be. Taken care of, the perfect sword for one person alone, adored at someone's side, held in loving hands,)
I'll still surprise you. (It's a threat. It's a promise.) But for you... (He mewls, ) I can try.
(He can be good for him. Maybe that's why now, he tries to show some restraint. His chest rises and falls with heavy, controlled breaths. His skin tingles and he trembles when Aki's hands brush across his nipples, down the soft flesh of his stomach.
Lowly,)
Aki. (Batting his lashes, smiling demurely as he asks sweetly with edge,) Please?
(Please, please, please. Isn't he being good?)
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What would make him good enough? What would make this good enough for Tsurumaru? Nothing in his mind registers as being just perfect enough for this man, but he wants to try.
Aki has never wanted to try this hard at something sweet and romantic before. Quick, casual fucks after a mission, desperate reminders of surviving and being alive, they don't compare to this. They could never compare to the strange, uncertain feeling of tumbling into bed with someone who cares about him in return, dragging his heart with him.
Swallowing, he trails his mouth down, kissing his neck, his collarbone, tongue flicking over a nipple, curling over his stomach, deliberately teasing along his hip. He doesn't want to wait, not when Tsurumaru is offering himself, baring himself, and explorative fingers begin to touch and tease.
Surprise him, love him, cherish him - Aki wants it all, jealous and possessive and needy all at once. ]
You don't have to beg. I promised, I'll take care of you.
[ A kiss to his hip, and then he's hesitating, looking around. He could lean in and just take Tsurumaru into his mouth, worship him, but he wants more than that. He wants to jealously keep this for himself, to join with him in the joy of their holiday together, wrapped warmly in their love and affection.
Leaning back, he leans over for his bag. So what if he was prepared? ]
Hold still for me.
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The lower Aki goes down on him, the further Tsurumaru's hold on him reaches. From hanging on from his neck to running his hand down his back. He can feel the way his body is so alert, muscles tight, skin burning with desire. Lower, lower, and he stretches to still keep Aki at his fingertips. It takes every bit of his self-control to just hold on and do nothing more but he can't help it.
Sensitive to every sensation, aware of every feeling, a jolt runs through him and his hold body twitches from sensitivity. By reflex, he digs his nails into skin and drags as the wave rides through him, from his center twisting with want, up the curve of his spine, and escaping with a sharp cry.
"He doesn't have to beg," he says but then why does he make him want so desperate for more?
Aki slips from his fingers and he lifts himself, grabbing a fistful of the blankets to brace himself. He sighs,)
Hah...?
(His eyes flash with confusion and desire. Why did he stop? Where is he going? The only thing that stops him from sitting up properly is Aki's command.
Slumping back into the futon, he runs a hand over his face, pushing back his bangs, grabbing a handful of his own hair and whines. Impatiently, he reaches for his cock but stops just short, instead, grasping at his kimono. By now, he's practically exposed, his kimono just barely keeping on.
Stay still. He doesn't have to beg. He knows Aki will take care of him and he let's out a long, controlled sigh to try and calm himself. This is it. A chance to catch his breath after their frenzy. Breathily,)
You really... planned everything...
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[ It's not as if Aki had thought that he would really crawl into bed with Tsurumaru and immediately start doing something like this - but he had hoped. He had considered it, especially with what had happened when they'd come together in Las Vegas, when he had let himself shower and be pampered, and done some pampering in return.
There's no denying the fact that he's a little obsessed with Tsurumaru, that he wants to keep doing this, to do whatever he can to make his lover fall apart in his arms, from his fingers, from the way that he touches him and cherishes him.
Watching the way that Tsuru grabs at the sheets, the way he twists in his clothing, the glimpse of his cock under the soft fabric of his kimono - it's all too delicious, it's too much, and he wants to devour him. He wants to keep him, claim him, some base urge inside of him that makes him feel sharp and dangerous despite the romance of the moment.
Slotted back between Tsuru's legs, fingers trailing up and along his inner thigh, he smiles softly. ]
I wanted to take care of you, just a little bit more.
[ Careful fingers open up the lubrication, hovering between Tsurumaru's legs before he tilts his head, watching, eyes dark and soft, searching for something. Permission, perhaps. ]
Do you want to? This?
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Shifting, pushing himself up with his arms to sit up and look at Aki. Gold eyes study him carefully, curiously, as if searching for something. A meaning? Some understanding?
After another moment, he swings forward, graceful and deliberate until he's in front of Aki on his hands and knees. He's always carried himself a certain type of way and even now, there's something almost feline in how he crawls the small distance between them over. Even his eyes lend to the effect; bright, catlike, and full of hunger.
Both hands on Aki's thigh, pushing himself higher up on his knees and leaning close. He puts himself into his space and tries to see how far he can push, how much of it he can claim. There's a fire in his eye, something sharp in his smile, and an edge to his voice when he speaks,)
Do you?
(It sounds more like a challenge than asking for permission,)
Aki, Aki. (He strokes his thigh, tracing higher, further, closer with each note,) My dear, sweet, Aki.
You've worked so hard.
(Up his hip, flutter across his stomach, and index finger tracing lines and circles across his chest, teasing,)
You could take it easy. Lay back. (And just because he knows what it means to Aki to hear it from him, he adds lowly, heatedly, ) And I like it when you look up at me.
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Flustered, flushed, Aki licks his lips, watching this man gazing at him and wanting nothing more than to sink into him and never let go.
Tsurumaru rises, pushing himself up, higher and higher, his own hands falling away as he licks his lips, swallowing the new lump of want in his throat.
There's something delicious about the way that Tsurumaru speaks, a low edge to his voice, something sweet to it at the same time...
His cheeks are warm, and he opens his mouth and then closes it for a moment, caught up in his own want. ]
Tsuru...
[ Leaning in, unable to stop himself, he goes to steal another kiss, to slide their mouths together, a soft, mumbling sound against his mouth, wanting and taking. ]
Anything.
[ Slowly, leaning back, sliding, he almost flops onto the futon, stretched out, baring himself completely to the man above him to do whatever he wants with. ]
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He presses a hand against Aki's chest and follows as he falls back. Leaning in, he kisses his collar bone. Feeling his heat, tasting him as he leaves a trail of kisses lower and lower until he stops right at his hips, at that last bit of fabric that covers him. Sliding his hand under, he fans his fingers out across his length and hums.
Pushing back, his face next to Aki's cock, he can only just barely look up at him from down here. Sighing,)
Anything?
(A last chance to ask before he makes his next move. A last chance to keep him in check,)
Everything?
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He wants what Tsuru wants. He wants this, wants to be touched, wants to be loved and held, and it makes him breathe out a sharp little noise as he nods, hair a tangled mess around him. ]
Everything I have.
[ It's Tsurumaru's. It belongs to him, all that he has, cock twitching and teeth digging into the skin of his lip before he hisses out a sound. ]
I want you. Please. Tsuru, please?
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(Hadn't Aki told him the same thing earlier? Wrapping his fingers around his length, feeling all of his weight and desire in the palm of his hand. He begins to stroke, index finger rubbing the tip. Deliberately slow, maybe he wants to hear Aki beg. Hear him plead annd make desperate sounds,)
... But you look so cute when you do.
(And he leans in to kiss the side of his cock. Sighing against him,)
I don't have to tell you to be good. (Slowly picking up pace, watching Aki so carefully as he studies his reactions. What does he like? Would he like for him to go faster and give relief right now? Or can he wait for Tsurumaru as he fumbles with his free hand for the lube Aki had tossed aside.) You're always so good to me.
(And he slows again, letting Aki hang for just a second so he can apply the gel to his hand,)
For me, too.
(And he's back, this time, his hands cool to the touch, fingers spread and tracing every inch, his greed giving a glimpse to the impatience he really feels.)
Just a little longer, Aki. You're almost ready.
(For him.)
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Biting his lip, he tries to smother his noises, but it's not as if anyone is going to hear them. They're almost entirely alone, in their own room, and the staff won't be disturbing them now. He can give in to his urges, he can let himself be touched, let himself be loved. ]
Cute?
[ It comes out as a little breathless sound, because when had anyone other than Himeno ever called him cute? It had never felt like this with her, though, and the thought fades from his mind immediately; Tsurumaru is the only person his mind can focus on, the only thing that his heart and soul can piece together in this moment.
His hips shift, rocking a little, chasing the pleasure of touch and the warmth of hand before he realises what is happening, and he forces himself to stop, opening his legs instead. With his hair a tangled mess around him and his body lax, robe spread open and baring him wide to Tsuru's gaze, he feels like some kind of bashful maiden on their wedding night.
It's embarrassing, and he tilts his head, just a little, not looking away, but strangely shy with the shift of their position, offering his control to Tsurumaru rather than being in charge.
Licking his lips, he rocks down at the touch of fingers, greedy for it. ]
You don't have to go so slow.
[ He can take it. ]
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Pressing his face to his thigh, feeling all of his heat, so warm and hot, he feels like he's being drawn to a fire. He feels dizzy with want, so drunk from it all that it's hard to focus on more than one thing. His hand slows and he hums against him, leaving kisses against him.)
Cute.
(He murmurs into him. So cute, it makes him want to claim all of him. (Lips part.) Make him his. (Pressing teeth to flesh.) Mark him. (Biting).
More, more, more, he wants more, too and he bites harder as he lets out a muffled moan into him. His hand tenses and relaxes around Aki as he drags. After a moment, he resurfaces in a rush of motion. In a blink, he's on his knees over Aki, hastily pulling his obi free from around him and tossing it aside next to them. The front of his robe opens and he bares himself in front of Aki, flushed with heat, cock all out and so hard for him.
Chest rising and falling as he takes a breath, pushing back his hair so he can look down at Aki with dark eyes. He tosses his head back as if to show off for his lover. This is a new angle. He wants Aki to enjoy it and he flashes a smile, playful and confident,)
Cute. Precious. Handsome. (Hand still slick, he wipes it across his own chest, gripping and playing at himself. He can't help it. When he looks down at Aki like this, it's maddening. It's so, so hot and he wants to get himself off so bad,) Look at you! You're so...
(He whines and shifts to straddle over him. He rocks with Aki, rubbing against him but places a hand across his center and whispers, pleads softly,)
Stay still for me.
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[ He's not embarrassed by being called cute, he just finds it a little silly, given the fact that he's never considered himself anything close to that. He's been called handsome, or attractive, but cute wasn't a word that matched him, not with how wild he was as a devil hunter, not with how many risks they took.
Watching Tsurumaru bare himself, beautiful and soft and hard at the same time, Aki's fingers twitch, and he reaches up to touch him. Fingers explore the shape of his hips, his legs and thighs as he settles himself over Aki, showing off, beautiful and tempting all at once; he wants nothing more than to think his teeth into that beautiful skin and show the world who Tsurumaru has chosen to adore.
They like each other. They chose each other. It's remarkable to Aki.
His hand chases where Tsuru's is, to wrap around his cock and stroke gently, teasing, but his eyes are glued to the other man's face. It's as if he's worried that looking away would break this moment and the sweet, agonising tension that has built between them.
Flushed, hair tangled, biting his lip, Aki leans back and waits. ]
I'll be good.
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Like those beautiful blue eyes of his. The way he can look at him and make him want to become completely undone. He could give up all of his restraint, throw away all of his grace, and wreck himself for him. Looking down on him, face so flushed he's practically glowing with heat, he licks his lips and his cock twitches with anticipation. )
Ah--
(He gasps and tosses his head back, hips bucking to chase his touch. Every nerve feels a thousand times sensitive leaves him trembling and shuddering for more. He's so high from want and desire, he can barely think of anything else. Breathy,)
I know. I know.
(He knows. He knows Aki will be good. He knows he'll feel good too and slowly, carefully, he lowers himself on top of him. As soon as he feels him inside him, he lets out a whine,)
Wait a... (Just a moment, for him to get through this first part before he moves. He shifts his hip, moving to take him more comfortably and once he finds the right way, his body relaxes and melts with a sigh. He could still take him further but Aki has waited long enough. He mewls, signaling to him that he doesn't have to wait anymore, that he can also let loose,) Aki. My Aki. Do you... like me?
(Tell him he likes him. He wants to hear it again.)
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He wants to kiss him, wants to touch him, devour him, would spend hours between the other man's legs worshipping him if he was allowed. He doesn't find too much to hate in the idea of Tsurumaru being a mess of pleasure in front of him, the ache of his throat as he pleasures him, the taste of their joy in one another's bodies lingering.
Tsurumaru is beautiful. The words are trapped on his tongue as he stares.
His partner is soft, settled, taken what he wants, and it means Aki leans up, cheeks flushed and breath hot, wrapping around him and drawing him closer. It's hard to reach his mouth from the angle, but he does what he can, biting at his lip and groaning at the touch, the press of their bodies and the draw of pleasure that he can feel being summoning from him.
Groaning, he nods his head. ]
Tsuru... I like you so much. I'm yours.
[ Captured, owned, cherished; Aki is all those things. He can't say it, but he loves him, likes him more than words, his hips jerking up gently to chase the feeling. ]
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Not wanting to let him go, he wraps his arms around him and clings. He gasps, whines, moans, and cries out for Aki. Incomprehensible. He feels incomprehensible when all of his words die in his throat and only sounds come out. When he finally gets anything to come together, it's quick, breathy,)
Me, too. (His nails press into Aki's skin and he grinds against him. ) I like you. I like you. I--
(He cuts himself short, feeling a fast wave of pleasure surge through him and he cries out, loud and sharp in this empty room that feels like his whole world right now. No one else is here. No one else is here to hear him and he lets his voice rise as he keens against him. Again. He adjusts his speed and position to feel it again. It doesn't take him long to find a comfortable pace, the right moves, and he can only call out for him with noises.
Aki has always been so good for him. Having fun, taking care of him, indulging him, waiting for him, and tonight just feels like an accumulation of months of everything. Aki likes him and he likes him so much. He's liked him and never in his thousand years did he think he would ever end up like this in another world, with another man, feeling so full and content.
Later, he'll tell him. He'll tell Aki how much he likes him. What he likes about him. How long he's liked him. He'll make plans and promises and he'll devote himself completely to this perfect, perfect man but for now, he can only focus on one thing. He can only focus on how good he feels because of Aki and how close they are and how hot it all feels and it's so hot and close, close, close and he throws himself against Aki once more, kissing him on the side of his mouth and whines desperately,)
Aki...
(He's wonders if Aki is as close to release as he is. He wonders how they'll both feel when it's all over and done because right now, he doesn't want this to end. He wants to keep feeling this good, this full, this close, like this is the world, like it's just them, like nothing else matters.)
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Aki has fucked people before, he's had sex, but it's never been anything close to this. He's never cared like this.
It's probably embarrassing that it's Tsurumaru's confession that has him going again, has him groaning as his hips chase the feeling, wanting nothing more than to sink into the other man and never let go. He rocks, chasing the pleasure, grinding with the little motion he can have, wanting Tsurumaru to keep his power, his position, even as he tries to steal the pleasure for himself.
It's good, so good. He's loved, he's wanted, he's cherished, and Aki blinks back the emotion as he gasps aloud, biting his lip before he leans in to press kisses against any skin he can reach, worshipful, adoring. ]
It's okay. Take what you want.
[ Aki wants to do the same. He's taking, gently, moving his hips, angling his legs to keep Tsurumaru comfortable, his hand reaching between them for Tsurumaru's cock, to give him something to rock into as well. ]
Show me how good you feel.
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His heartbeat skips, it flutters, and it feels like it might burst from his chest with how full he feels. He feels so hot he might be reforged into something new and there's that stead, wonderful rhythm that reverberates through his entire body. Faster, harder, more, more, and he shudders when he feels Aki's hand around him. For something like him, one of the simplest and greatest of pleasures is just being held and feeling someone's touch and he becomes lost in that familiar touch-- strong but gentle, rough but soft. It's only now that he realizes he feels some wetness, unable to hold it all back. Knowing that he can't keep holding it back.
He makes a sound of something like a whine and a laugh from the back of his throat and the last thing Aki will see before he throws himself against Aki is a smile; excited, giddy, a little sloppy at the corners, but so perfectly pleased. Arms around Aki, burying his face into his neck, he moans and hums into him as he finally becomes undone for him. He clings to every part of him as he comes into Aki's hand and there's a long, drawn moment where his entire body feels wired and on edge only for him to finally relax, become a little more boneless, and take a moment to recover his senses.
His cock twitches, still not completely spent, and he can still feel him inside him. In fact, he feels even more aware now that his head has begun to clear post-release. Breathily,)
Ooh. (He moves his hips slowly, carefully and almost curses,) Fu--
(Sensitive, so much more aware now that he catches himself and cuts himself short by pressing kisses against him. )
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[ Watching him come, watching him enjoy himself, it makes Aki shiver with happiness, fingers rising to stroke along Tsurumaru's back and hold on to him as he sinks into his pleasure, as he enjoys himself. It's warm and fuzzy, making his heart beat too fast, and he leans in to press little kisses wherever his mouth could reach.
It feels beyond good, the way that Tsuru is wrapped around him, the flood of his pleasure, the softness of his breath against his skin, and Aki sighs happily, leaning in to nuzzle closer, to press sweet kisses, to touch, to steal that bliss for himself, just a little bit.
It's too good, too much, and his own head has to tilt back as he shivers, biting his lip to try and smother himself, just a little, to not be too loud in the quiet of the room. It's not as if he needs to be quiet, given the nature of the room, but...
Leaning in, he kisses Tsurumaru as he loses control of himself, too, sinking into the pleasure of it with a low groan. ]
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It's comforting and warm and there's a moment where he realizes he feels this way because of Aki. Holding onto him for support, being held and supported. He doesn't want to let go. He doesn't want to let this moment go at all and he stays so still in his arms for just a moment, taking it all in.
Instead of pulling away, he leans his weight against so they can both lie down flat on the sheets. Slowly, slowly, humming so sweetly as he still keeps Aki inside him a little while longer. It's only when they move that he starts to feel how warm he is all over again. His skin feels sticky and wet from his own come and he finds that he doesn't mind too much.
Heart pounding, chest rising and falling, he settles flat on top of Aki and pants softly,)
Aki?
(Softly, sweetly: "Darling?" "Dearest?" "My love?"
He has to move. He knows he has to but if he can stay like this just a little while longer. Close. Together. Bonded. Bound. In his arms. Just a little longer.)
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[ It's said just as sweetly, just as gently, arms encircling him and holding him close.
He doesn't want to move either, doesn't want to break away from this sweet, peaceful moment, their skin pressed tight, the air filled with the smell of them together, his lips bruised from kissing and his thighs sore from movement. It's entirely perfect, wonderfully so, and the idea of breaking away for even a second is simply impossible to fathom.
Reaching up, he strokes fingers across Tsurumaru's cheek, through his hair, curling gently and petting, filled with a delicious affection he can't swallow back. ]
Rest, just for a minute. It's okay.
[ You did well, I love you, I love you, Iloveyou - ]
Then we'll have to bathe again.
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I wanted you all day. (He'd said as much earlier and he wraps an arm across Aki, fingers tracing the shape of his chest delicately. He wants to feel the way it rises and falls, the way his heart beats for him. If he's being honest--) No, I've wanted you even longer.
(He'd wanted him even longer. He doesn't know for how long. It feels like at different times, he'd wanted different things and its all blurred together now.
When he looks up at Aki, his hair a mess in his face, face still flushed from activity, still warm with love. Earlier, he'd called him cute but right now, all he can think about is how handsome he is and how even more perfect his soul is. How did he get so lucky? What were the chances he'd ever find someone like this in his lifetime? Did it really have to take a thousand years?)
Do you still like me, even if I'm a mess?
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