[ 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?)
[ Aki groans as Tsurumaru slips away, rolling off him, cheeks flushed and warm as his mouth comes up to cover his lips, biting the inside of his mouth to calm himself. It's not his fault if his cock twitches, it's not his fault that his mind if flooded with feelings, of the desire to continue and do more; the mind might be wanting, but the body is tired, and he forces himself to breathe out.
His hand lifts, holding Tsurumaru close, letting his eyes close for a moment before he breathes out, content. Happy. Warm and flushed, completely at peace. ] So have I.
[ Turning his head, he looks upon Tsurumaru before he leans in to steal another kiss, slotting their mouths together, tender and sweet compared to the harshness of the mid-fuck making out. Stroking fingers over Tsuru's cheek, he nudges their noses together, eyes warm. ]
I like you, in all the ways you come to me. Clean, messy, tired or energised... All of them are beautiful to me.
(As formless as he feels, he still wills himself to meet him. When they kiss, it's dizzy and clumsy and he smiles, slightly self conscious but pleased all the same. Fingers move to brush the hair from Aki's face, pushing back and brushing away tangled strands and when they pull away, he's still smiling.
It's no secret that Tsurumaru is something of an actor. He always keeps a distance between himself and others, he smiles when he's sad, he says he's fine when he's miserable but right now, he's so close that Aki can touch him, he's bare with nothing to hide, and his eyes are so bright and full... this must be the truth.)
I was wrong. You're not good. (Thumb stroking the side of Aki's face,) You're better than I thought.
(Bending his knee, rubbing his leg against Aki's for just a moment. There's something menacing in his eye now and he teases,)
In every way.
(If he had a moment to rest, if he could have some time to recover, he'd certainly go for another round. He'd see what other ways they could have fun when there's no one around to disturb them but right now, he's happy like this; in his arms, fulfilled, at peace, basking in each other. )
[ Fingers trace the shape of Tsurumaru's cheekbone gently, sweet and soft as the callouses on his fingers, from sword fighting, from all the fighting, from the harshness - and it makes him soften, nudging their noses, seeking more kisses. He laughs, he can't help it, so full of joy and happiness. ]
Thank you.
[ He's not sure what else he's meant to say, but he cups his cheek all the same, pressing a kiss to his nose, to his forehead, to his cheek, humming sweetly. ]
As soon as he asks, there's a second of silence before he wills himself to move, to sit up and lean down over Aki. Tsurumaru takes his hand. Bringing it to his lips, he presses a kiss to the tips of his fingers and looks directly at Aki as he speaks,)
It would please me to no end if you carried me; if I could stay by your side.
(He knows this isn't what he meant but as a sword, what more could he want than to be carried by a warrior that would take care of him? )
You could use me to your heart's content, take me anywhere you go. I would do anything for you.
(Anything at all.)
I would even go to the grave with you.
(Just things Tsurumaru Kuninaga says casually.)
But I want to enjoy many exciting days with you first.
[ Aki watches, eyes wide, a touch breathless, before his fingers brush tenderly over the other man's skin, nodding his head. ]
Then stay with me. Stay.
[ Tilting up, Aki kisses him again, seeks it out, so his heart doesn't explode from the warmth of the moment, so he doesn't perish from how sweet and soft he is feeling. ]
I will carry you, Tsurumaru. Fight with you, alongside you, anything that you want from me. I'll do it.
[ Their noses brush, and he knows this is intense, this is - something more than words, but it feels perfect. It feels like exactly what he needed. ]
Let us live as many days as we have with everything we have, hm?
(He leans in to meet him, kissing him short but sweet. He wants to take him and just enjoy the moment without the overwhelming heat and rush of lust clouding him. Then, for a little while longer, he rests atop him, nuzzling against him, and waiting to find the strength, the energy, the will to get back up and wash off before finally retiring for the night. For now, they can wait. For now, they can just rest.
Luckily, they don't have to wander far when they still have their own private shower in their room. As promised, Tsurumaru washes his hair, rinsing it smooth, carefully brushing out the tangles. They sneak playful touches and quick kisses between refreshing and going back to the bedroom.
There are some things they leave for the next morning but for now, they make up their futons again. They tuck in for the night and Tsurumaru rolls over on his side so he can cuddle next to Aki. Resting his head on his chest, he listens to the steady sound of his heartbeat next to him and goes still...)
...
(It's quiet now. Even outside, there are barely any noises that can be heard and for a moment, he feels like this room is their own world. It's small and dark and quiet right now but if he thinks about it before...
It had been fun. From the moment they set out to come here. The car ride eating snacks and chattering away and checking out the scenery from the window, opening up to each other, finding joy in something as simple as a walk or sharing a meal, to a night of baring themselves to one another, to spending themselves to the point of tiredness... has it really already been a day? It feels like it's flown by so quickly and he finds himself thinking,
(I hope tomorrow is longer.)
Ah.
After a few seconds, he shifts to kiss Aki softly on the lips and cross his arm over his chest,)
... Let's become lovers.
(And when this night ends, he'll still have him the next day.)
[ Aki finds it easy, too easy, to curl up once the bathing is done.
He's tired but in a good way, relaxed and content from the intimacy and from the bath, warm from the water and from the energy rushing through him. It's a bubbling, content feeling, something that had felt so out of reach for him for so long, something that had begun to feel impossible until he woke up here and had a second chance at life.
It makes him feel... It makes him feel.
There aren't enough words for that.
Corralling Tsurumaru into his arms, curled up and prepared to drift off, he's not expecting the words when they come. One eye opens, and then the other, before he blinks at the man at his side, his eyebrows raising, just a little.
... Didn't they just...?
Didn't he - they did - it wasn't a dream?
Laughing softly, he leans in to the kiss, tilting his head and tugging Tsuru as close as he can get him. ]
(He can't believe he just asked Aki out and he's taking this long to answer. He almost thinks Aki's gone to sleep and he's missed his chance but then he stirs.
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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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His hand lifts, holding Tsurumaru close, letting his eyes close for a moment before he breathes out, content. Happy. Warm and flushed, completely at peace. ] So have I.
[ Turning his head, he looks upon Tsurumaru before he leans in to steal another kiss, slotting their mouths together, tender and sweet compared to the harshness of the mid-fuck making out. Stroking fingers over Tsuru's cheek, he nudges their noses together, eyes warm. ]
I like you, in all the ways you come to me. Clean, messy, tired or energised... All of them are beautiful to me.
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It's no secret that Tsurumaru is something of an actor. He always keeps a distance between himself and others, he smiles when he's sad, he says he's fine when he's miserable but right now, he's so close that Aki can touch him, he's bare with nothing to hide, and his eyes are so bright and full... this must be the truth.)
I was wrong. You're not good. (Thumb stroking the side of Aki's face,) You're better than I thought.
(Bending his knee, rubbing his leg against Aki's for just a moment. There's something menacing in his eye now and he teases,)
In every way.
(If he had a moment to rest, if he could have some time to recover, he'd certainly go for another round. He'd see what other ways they could have fun when there's no one around to disturb them but right now, he's happy like this; in his arms, fulfilled, at peace, basking in each other. )
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Thank you.
[ He's not sure what else he's meant to say, but he cups his cheek all the same, pressing a kiss to his nose, to his forehead, to his cheek, humming sweetly. ]
Do you want me to carry you?
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As soon as he asks, there's a second of silence before he wills himself to move, to sit up and lean down over Aki. Tsurumaru takes his hand. Bringing it to his lips, he presses a kiss to the tips of his fingers and looks directly at Aki as he speaks,)
It would please me to no end if you carried me; if I could stay by your side.
(He knows this isn't what he meant but as a sword, what more could he want than to be carried by a warrior that would take care of him? )
You could use me to your heart's content, take me anywhere you go. I would do anything for you.
(Anything at all.)
I would even go to the grave with you.
(Just things Tsurumaru Kuninaga says casually.)
But I want to enjoy many exciting days with you first.
(Maybe even many peaceful days.)
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Then stay with me. Stay.
[ Tilting up, Aki kisses him again, seeks it out, so his heart doesn't explode from the warmth of the moment, so he doesn't perish from how sweet and soft he is feeling. ]
I will carry you, Tsurumaru. Fight with you, alongside you, anything that you want from me. I'll do it.
[ Their noses brush, and he knows this is intense, this is - something more than words, but it feels perfect. It feels like exactly what he needed. ]
Let us live as many days as we have with everything we have, hm?
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Luckily, they don't have to wander far when they still have their own private shower in their room. As promised, Tsurumaru washes his hair, rinsing it smooth, carefully brushing out the tangles. They sneak playful touches and quick kisses between refreshing and going back to the bedroom.
There are some things they leave for the next morning but for now, they make up their futons again. They tuck in for the night and Tsurumaru rolls over on his side so he can cuddle next to Aki. Resting his head on his chest, he listens to the steady sound of his heartbeat next to him and goes still...)
...
(It's quiet now. Even outside, there are barely any noises that can be heard and for a moment, he feels like this room is their own world. It's small and dark and quiet right now but if he thinks about it before...
It had been fun. From the moment they set out to come here. The car ride eating snacks and chattering away and checking out the scenery from the window, opening up to each other, finding joy in something as simple as a walk or sharing a meal, to a night of baring themselves to one another, to spending themselves to the point of tiredness... has it really already been a day? It feels like it's flown by so quickly and he finds himself thinking,
(I hope tomorrow is longer.)
Ah.
After a few seconds, he shifts to kiss Aki softly on the lips and cross his arm over his chest,)
... Let's become lovers.
(And when this night ends, he'll still have him the next day.)
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He's tired but in a good way, relaxed and content from the intimacy and from the bath, warm from the water and from the energy rushing through him. It's a bubbling, content feeling, something that had felt so out of reach for him for so long, something that had begun to feel impossible until he woke up here and had a second chance at life.
It makes him feel... It makes him feel.
There aren't enough words for that.
Corralling Tsurumaru into his arms, curled up and prepared to drift off, he's not expecting the words when they come. One eye opens, and then the other, before he blinks at the man at his side, his eyebrows raising, just a little.
... Didn't they just...?
Didn't he - they did - it wasn't a dream?
Laughing softly, he leans in to the kiss, tilting his head and tugging Tsuru as close as he can get him. ]
I think we crossed that line already, Tsuru.
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Why is he laughing? He's being serious???
Hitting his chest (gently), pouting (actually),)
Answer me properly.
(SPEAK IT INTO EXISTENCE OR ELSE.)
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[ Stop pouting. Leaning in, Aki steals his lips, steals another kiss, because he's allowed, because they like each other, because they're lovers -
he can't help laughing against his mouth, just a little. ]
We're lovers, Tsurumaru.
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(He can't help but smile, though, and he gives a quick, indignant peck before he settles back down against him.))
Then that's it.
(That's just it. They're lovers. They're a pair.
Even if Aki isn't taking this seriously at all. Tsurumaru will take it seriously for both of them.)
Good night.
(They'll sleep and when they wake up, they'll be together. They'll still have each other. They'll be lovers.)