(That's exactly the type of reaction he was hoping for and he breaks into a smile, proud and utterly content with himself. He can relax a little more, knowing that he's done well.
He can't completely relax, though; not when Aki's hands trace him like this. Sometimes it tickles and he giggles lightly. As his fingers run along the soft, sensitive skin of his stomach, along his sides, his laughter becomes more breathy, even gasping at times like when he feels him trace his thigh.
Hah, hah, ah, ah, aaah.
Small sounds, gradually growing louder until he lets out a sharp, sweet moan when he feels teeth against his neck. His entire body reacts, going tense from surprise and arms immediately wrapping around Aki's shoulders, pulling him in closer. Like a wave, he rolls his hips, raising himself for Aki. Through the thin, delicate fabric of the silk and lace of his underwear, he can feel a heat forming, growing.
He breathes, )
More, please.
(More, more, more, they've started and there's no going back now. He would beg if Aki made him. While his hands are still free, he clings to him, nails pressing against the fabric of his clothes, his skin safe from the worst of his scratches.)
[ They've spent enough time together that Aki can assume and estimate what Tsuru might want from him, how they're going to move and flow together, but the surprise is an exciting, wonderful change all the same. The fact that they've learned one another's desires, what pleases each other, what makes one another happy... It makes him feel a burst of warmth and affection alongside the familiar heat of desire.
Fingers keep touching, keep exploring, and Tsuru makes such sweet noises for him that all he can do is give him what he wants. More, he asks, and Aki breathes out, leaning in to kiss him sweetly, to kiss him gently, before he succumbs to his own want. The kiss comes harder, a little more intense, delicious and perfect, and his hands begin to do what he wants.
Angling Tsurumaru's leg, he rocks himself forward, grinding his growing erection against Tsurumaru, the fabric of his trousers not good enough against what he knows is the sweet sensation of lace and silk. It's frustrating, leaning back and breathing out, gazing down at his lover, his fiancé, with warmth and tenderness empowering him. ]
Anything.
[ Pushing more clothing out of the way, he trails his kisses down, lower and lower, against bared skin and warm flesh, excited and keen for more. ]
(Its no surprise that Aki knows how to work him. His hands explore him like a familiar territory, following all of the right paths, knowing where all of the best spots are. It never gets old. If anything, he looks forward to it every time, always excited, knowing he'll never be disappointed. A year ago, he could never imagine this. He would have laughed and brushed it all off, joke about how easily he'd die from boredom if he had to experience the same thing again and again.
But he's never bored. Even when he knows what will happen next, he finds himself surprised by how good everything is. How did this happen? How did he find this man? How did he fall so hard? How did he get so lucky? How did he find someone so good who takes care of him so good who makes him feel so good, good, good.
Even the pain is good. Sharp but soft, breaking skin and making him whine with pleasure. It's just right. Perfect. His eyes are bright and sharp, practically glowing in the dim, natural light of their room. Clouded with lust, everything feels so perfect and he spreads his legs wider to make room for Aki. He shudders and his cock twitches when he feels the familiar shape of Aki against him and he moves to rub against him.
All the while, Aki gets further and further away, going lower, lower, lower. He tries to keep a hold of him. Digging his clothes, pulling his shirt loose until there's just a bunch of fabric gathered messily in his hands. It feels like Aki could slip from his fingers like this and he tugs at him, pulling him closer like his life depends on him. No, not "like." If cranes mate for life than his life surely depends on him.)
Take it off.
(He knows Aki. If he doesn't remind him, he'll devote himself wholly, he'll neglect himself.)
I want to feel you.
(Grinding against Aki, his erection obvious against the delicate lace, heavy against the weight of Aki's trousers,)
I won't let you--
(Go lower. Do more. Take him. Fuck him. He groans before he can complete his thought. He lets go only to hook his finger over the knot of his tie, tugging at his collar, )
[ Having Tsurumaru wrapped up for him like this, beautiful and perfect, being able to reach out and touch him, to see the flesh of his body, the flush of his skin, the way he shifts and moves and moans... Is Aki meant to be stoic, to pretend as if this isn't delightful, isn't wonderful, isn't all that he could dream of and more? He enjoys being able to take care of people, to be the relied on for it, slipping into the role with an ease of childhood burdens, but this...
Tsurumaru makes him enjoy the desire that burns inside him, the gleeful way he can lean in to nip at skin, the press of nails against him, the soft curve of his body mirrored against lines of muscle. If Tsurumaru could read all the thoughts in his head, could unpin the layers of want and desire that burn inside him, the desperation and the need that makes every part of him feel alight with fire, then he might be embarrassed. The truth is, of course, that their rings give enough away that he might have some indication.
Leaning back, he lifts his hands and tugs at his tie, undoing the knot around his neck before he reaches up. He's careful, thumb pressing into the gentle shift of Tsurumaru's wrist before he begins to bind them together, high above his head, watching with dark eyes and a neediness that is impossible to disguise or pretend to ignore. Darling, he's called, dearest, the shift in language captivating him, and with the poetic way Tsurumaru speaks to him it's so painfully intentional.
Leaning down, he kisses him again, urging him to raise his bound hands above his head and keep them there. ]
I'm going to enjoy myself. I am going to touch every part of you that I want, because you are a gift for me.
[ Kisses continue, along his jaw again, even as Aki's hand slips between their legs to deliberately press against Tsurumaru's cock. ]
Then I'm going to unwrap you, and I am going to fuck you, because you're mine.
[ Aki is his, too, but he doesn't think that needs saying. ]
(Aki pulls off and he's torn between relief and frustration. It's a moment to rest, a second to catch his bearings and clear his head from the thick cloud of desire that had been consuming him. But for that brief moment his hands are off of him, he feels his entire body ache for his touch again, to feel his heat warming against him, and being tended to so lovingly. He twists on the sheets, whining, and sinks back on the mattress.)
I think... (He runs a hand up his side, long fingers caressing the shape of his body, across his ribcage, and tracing around his nipples as he looks up at Aki, tempting. Cheeks flushed, smile sharp, he keeps watches all of him. The way he positions himself over him, looks at him so hungry, and ooh, he doesn't even have to touch him to get him to sigh with longing.) You could have more fun.
(Before he can play with himself anymore, Aki takes his hands and he stays obediently still. He notices how carefully he handles him. Careful, deliberate, delicate, loving, in all of the best ways he could be handled. He feels warm and dizzy all over again, heart beating in his chest.
He meets his gaze and holds it, staring up at him through long lashes. His eyes only see him, his ears only hear him, his body only wants to feel him, and when he opens his mouth to speak he can only call him,)
Aki.
(He keens into his touch, rocking, pressing into him. Over his head, he grips at the sheets, entire body going tense as a wave of want washes over him, )
Yes! (He nods. Yes, he's his gift. All his. Always will be.) Yes, yes, all yours.
(He has to laugh. If he doesn't laugh, he thinks he might sound too indecent. Light and breathy, he shifts, spreading his legs, bending at his knee to brace Aki on either side, )
When you're like this-- (He smiles playfully, eyes bright and catlike,) You're just like the stories.
(Like the comics where they're like themselves but not. Familiar in some ways but foreign in others,)
[ The temptation to crawl between Tsurumaru's legs and touch him, kiss him, devour him, is overwhelming, and it takes Aki a little moment or two to realise that it's something he's allowed to do. He's allowed to reach out and touch him, to drag his strong, calloused hands along the soft skin of his arms, to his chest, to touch and tease. They're devoted to one another, they're in love, they're bound, and he can do this.
Tsurumaru wants him to do this.
Feeling the shiver of it run through his body and bite at his heels, the desire possesses him as if he's some kind of monster, he has to pause to breathe, to drink in the image of his partner in front of him. Bound by Aki's tie, stretched out, flushed and beautiful... He wants to lean down and kiss him and never stop, wants to feel the soreness of his mouth later, lips red and bruised from how long he has spent kissing this man. It's pathetically alluring, and he has to force himself to focus.
More than anything else, he wants to love and worship Tsurumaru.
Leaning in, he steals more of those kisses, long and slow drags of his mouth against Tsurumaru's, biting at his lip, deepening the kiss and taking what he wants, allowing himself to. He's in charge right now, devoted to Tsurumaru's pleasure as much as his own, stroking his fingers against the sharpness of his hipbones before he groans out a soft, ragged noise. ]
They knew me better than I knew myself.
[ And now he's kissing along the line of skin and lace, hooking one of Tsurumaru's legs over his shoulders. His intention is probably obvious. ]
(If he could, he would hold his arms out wide and welcome Aki into him.
They kiss and he sings for him. Sighing as he takes him in, whining pleasantly as their teeth gnash and tongues twist and turn. He's a familiar taste, so sweet and intoxicating. Still bound, he brings his hands in front of him, hooking around the back of Aki's neck and pulling him closer. More, more, he wants to feel Aki deeper and he hums until he's breathless and Aki slips away. What's left is a flushed Tsurumaru, face glowing, lips bright, beautiful and preening for his lover.
His chest rises and falls as he pants, cool air filling his lungs and leaving him wanting.)
They don't know you like I do—
(His voice rises suddenly and he brings his hands close to his chest, as he tries to turn to see what Aki is doing.)
Ah?!
(Like this, he can't prop himself up. He can't sit up or try to adjust his weight to make things easier for the two of them. It's harder to see Aki now. Even if, by now, he has an idea of what Aki will do next, not being able to see it with his own eyes makes his anticipation rise. It takes him a moment to understand.)
Mhm. (Good. Aki calls him good and he purrs, movements becoming more excited. He's always responded well to praise. He chases after Aki's approval and now, he radiates under his worship. Call him good. Keep telling him sweet things. It fills his head with sparks and makes him feel so, so warm all over,) You too.
Because of you.
(Aki is a good man. He's treated Tsurumaru well and through patience and love, it's no secret that he's made him better. The person he is now is different from the difficult and distant man he was nearly a year ago and he knows it. Now, he's more open, more content, less restless, just better and he has Aki to thank for it,)
No one has seen quite as many of his darkest moments as Tsurumaru has - not Denji, not Himeno, not Makima. No one has felt the weight of his emotions or comforted him in the darkest of his moments, no one has held him or loved him like this. Tsurumaru is special, so desperately special to him, and Aki wants to show that in every touch and every moment of tender sweetness they share.
Fingers brush absently over the soft skin of Tsurumaru's thigh, his nose nudging as he leaves a kiss there. He's tempted to leave marks, too, little bruises and bites to show his affection and his possessiveness, the urge to keep this secret that no one else could witness. For a moment, he lets his teeth scrape before he laughs softly, turning his gaze back to the flushed mess of a man in front of him. ]
I love you. I'll keep loving you.
[ And he means it as well, earnest and honest and filled with an intensity that he cannot possibly begin to try to hide or say anything about. Instead, he leans down and maintains one of his favourite things to do with and to Tsurumaru: to touch him, to taste him, to take him into his mouth and pleasure him, because it feels right and good.
(It's sweet, hearing his words. It makes him feel warm all over and his chest so full it might burst. He could cry out from his words alone but what comes instead is a long, shuddering whine when he feels him, breath shuddering with excited anticipation. It's not enough, he thinks. Even if he's understanding, he wishes Aki would be less patient and gentle because right now, he only wants more. He's already wet in Aki's hand, unable to contain himself anymore. No, he hasn't been able to for some time and he groans when he finally, finally gets some relief.)
More.
(Hands together, reaching to brush the crown of Aki's head with his fingers and he bends at his knee, pulling Aki closer to him,)
Don't be careful.
(He knows Aki. He knows how he'll be if he doesn't say anything. He'll be careful, gentle, respectful, and so, so good. Rocking, bending at his hips, not just inviting Aki to take more but also giving as much as he can. But he isn't entirely generous. No, of course, he wants more for himself too.)
[ The sounds that Tsurumaru makes are addictive, and Aki breathes out sharply through his nose, closing his eyes and letting himself bask. He laughs softly against his skin, turning properly to kiss at his thigh, to deliberately bite, to suck, to leave a mark, distracted by the taste of him, the soft moans, the whines, all of it so perfect and so wonderful, and it's driving him insane.
Kissing his hip, he swallows, expression warm. ]
I'm just getting started.
[ Even as he goes back to deliberately taking Tsurumaru's cock into his mouth, his nails are digging into the leg he's holding, his fingers are reaching for supplies, and his intention is obvious - he reaches so that he can press fingers against Tsurumaru, to prepare him even as he tortures him. ]
(Aki laughs and he trembles, sensitive to even the softest of vibration against him. Usually eloquent with his words and sharp with his tongue, he's reduced to only making sounds. Gasping and whining, breathy and needy, he lets out a loud cry when he feels teeth against him,)
Ah--
(It's hard to tell if he's trying to call out his name or not but he flinches instinctively and it's like his mind turns off for a moment. Flooded with whatever natural responses that are consuming him, he feels dizzy with excitement when he comes back and by then, he feels his mouth, his tongue, his teeth again and he mewls. He starts to rock, trying to match Aki's pace, chasing pleasure. The tips of his fingers press down on Aki's head, trying to keep him in place, the tie around his wrists tight.)
Good, Aki, keep going, keep--
(He lets out a surprised yelp. His cock twitches in Aki's mouth, leaking precum, still hard. Even if he'd seen him reaching, it's hard to see what he's doing completely. He knows what to expect but not when and he goes tense for a moment before letting out a sigh as he tries to relax for Aki so he can take more of him in. Even if he impatiently wants to fuck Aki's mouth and feel relief, he reels himself in so he can be ready for him.
[ Aki knows the war that is going on in Tsurumaru's mind; the desire to hold him in place and take control warring with the want to let Aki do as he pleases, his hands bound and only able to do so much. It's delicious, and Aki can understand why so many of those stupid comics featured them in this kind of situation, because it does feel good. It's enchanting, to have Tsurumaru as bound as he is, to take what he wants from him and to give him such perfect, biting pleasure at the same time.
What Aki wants to do is, of course, ruin him with the intensity of the want, the desire, the rush of joy and excitement. It's hard not to smile, even with the awkwardness of his mouth being so busy while trying to focus on his fingers at the same time. He's resourceful, however, so he lets Tsuru take charge of the use of his mouth so he can focus instead on his explorative fingers.
They curl gently, deliberately sliding into Tsurumaru, and it's different from last time, to watching Tsurumaru prepare himself for him, and - and...
And all Aki can think about is how much he loves him.
Keep going, Tsurumaru tells him, and so Aki does, until he wants to make sure that Tsuru isn't too, too close to the edge, smiling softly. ]
He tries. He really tries. Taking steady breaths, trying to relax as Aki fingers him and failing more than he'll ever admit. He can't help it when, at times, he jerks a little harder into Aki's mouth, when he clenches around Aki's fingers, and he wishes he had something to hold onto. He parrots back quickly,)
I want you.
(Aki is uncomfortably just too far from his reach to really grasp, his fingers just brushing the top of his head, grabbing only a few loose strands. It isn't enough and he takes his hands back, raising them over his head so he can at least grab the sheets, tilting his head back,)
Fuck. (He can't help but curse as he gets closer and softly, he keens,) Please, Aki.
[ It's hard not to be completely and utterly desperate and needy for his fiancé, especially when he is wrapped and tied up below him like this. Aki thought he would get more accustomed to it, that he would calm down and be less overwhelmed with want and desire, but it feels as if the opposite is happening. He wants Tsurumaru more and more each and every time they are together.
His fingers press, gentle and careful, torturously teasing, and he grins, his lips curling a little before he breathes out and leans down to kiss him. He deliberately curls his fingers, just enough to send sparks of pleasure jolting through his lover's body. ]
You have me. I'm yours.
[ Nuzzling, he draws back, letting his fingers slide back and away as he settles himself between Tsuru's legs. ]
(Miserable. Its absolutely miserable how sweetly Aki handles him. As soon as Aki pulls his mouth away, he rolls his hips, rocking and trying to chase the exact pleasure that Aki then sends shocking right through him.
For a moment, he feels like he's seeing stars and everything is feels deafened. He doesn't even realize what sound he'd just made. Loud, sharp, incoherent, and utterly debauched. His cock is wet with precome, leaking and he's so hard and heavy and he barely even hears Aki speak. All he can do is mewl in response, so on edge but now feeling so empty without his fingers fucking him.)
Please... (His voice is soft, sweet, pleading,) Please, Aki. I...
(Babbling, speaking clumsily, without restraint,)
I want you. I want more of you. (Wrapping his legs around Aki, hugging him,) All of you. Aki.
Fu.... (He just barely catches his tongue,) Aki, I...
(Even if he wasn't beautiful. Even if he wasn't graceful. Even if he was a mess. Even if he was completely debauched. Aki had promised to love him even if he was in a pitiful state but still, he has his pride.
Taking a shuddering breath, he looks at Aki, bangs a plastered mess against his forehead, eyes bright, face flushed,)
[ For Aki, there is nothing better than this: taking care of Tsurumaru, kissing him, touching him, bringing him to the edge and being the one to knock him over into pleasure. He likes to be the one to hold him as he surrenders himself to pleasure, and he feels powerful in a heady, blissed out kind of way that's hard to put into words, too difficult to express in voice rather than touch.
Seeing Tsurumaru give in to his desire, hearing the sounds that he makes, the moans, the whimpers, the gasps of pleasure - that is addictive, making him want more and more and more of it. He wants to be the only one to do this for the rest of their lives.
Please, Tsurumaru says, and there's only one thing Aki can do. ]
All of me is yours. I am yours.
[ Leaning down, Aki kisses him again, longer and deeper, draggig it out for the simple reason that he can. It's a tease and it's for his enjoyment, both at the same time, swallowing the lump in his throat as he rocks his hips forward. ]
Anything. I'll do anything for you.
[ And, slowly, carefully, he pushes in, leaning down to kiss him as he does, slow and intimate and perfect. ]
(All of him, he says, and he could cry. He's all too eager and even if he tries to match Aki's pace, he finds himself impatiently gnashing at him with his teeth, tongue seeking, offering himself to Aki, inviting him to take more, more and more.
He brings his bound hands up and around Aki, hooking around his neck and pulling him closer. )
Love you.
(He sighs between kisses and just enjoys the feeling of Aki in his arms, of kissing him, of his taste, his scent, his touch, his everything. He loves him. Loves having Aki on top of him, loves being handled by him, loves being taken care of by him, loves him, loves him, loves him so much,)
Hmm.
(He hums, pulling Aki even closer, spreading his legs wider, trying to hold steady as he takes him in slowly, carefully, enjoying every moment. Tilting his head back, he hangs from Aki and practically purrs, )
[ It's good, it's always good, and Aki doesn't know how to say it beyond his soft noises and desperate, quiet little noises, breathless. Pressing into Tsurumaru always feels good, being with him is always perfect, but it's as if his mind consciously forgets how incredible it is until they're together again. Perhaps he's just insane, rationalising his pleasure in whatever way that makes sense, but...
Wrapped around Tsurumaru, he leans into the kiss, nudging against him and groaning softly, pressing his face into his lover's neck and squeezing his eyes shut.
It's - everything. Tsurumaru is everything. ]
I love you. I love you so much...
[ His hips rock, Aki lets Tsurumaru hang around him, hang off him, and lets himself use his own strength to grind into him. His cheeks are flushed, his own hair is sticking to his face, but - but -
he can't think of anything but his need to see Tsurumaru come for him. ]
(Love, love, love. He loves him. He loves him so much and if he could, he would sing it for the world to know. He would write a poem song and sing it so this moment lasts for a thousand years. Instead, he can only make sweet sounds, humming, sighing, moaning, and finally gasping steady utterances as he falls into Aki's rhythm.
With each thrust he feels himself becoming more undone, pleasure surging through him. His whole world shrinks. The only thing he hears is Aki, declarations of love, his heavy breathing, the sound of his body against him. The only thing grounding him is Aki as he holds onto him, wraps around him, rolls his hips against him, feels so full with him. And the only thing he sees is Aki. Beautiful, handsome, strong, so focused on him, so filled with adoration, so perfect, perfect perfect. )
Love you. Love you so much. Aki. Aki. Don't--
(He's so close. He gasps. His entire body jerks as he feels Aki's cock deep in him. In a single breath, he pleads,)
Don'ttakeitout.
(He wants to keep him. Feel him inside him. Together. Close, close close.)
With me. Come with me. Aki--
(Come inside him, he wants to say but what comes next is a high pitched cry. His vision goes white and he pulls Aki against his chest as his back arches, every part of him taut like a bow and string. After being teased and kept on edge for so long, he comes hard. He rides out the sensation, lost in a flood of heat that washes over him, and finally, he trembles when he finds his end, sinking into the covers, breathless.)
[ The two of them match each other so perfectly, rock together so marvellously, as if they were made for one another. Aki isn't the kind of man to believe in silly daydreams like soulmates or true loves, he's never had the chance to believe in it when he had lost so much already, but... They're in love, aren't they? That's more than good enough for him, so perfect and so wonderful that it rotates in his mind over and over again.
Tsurumaru wraps around him and Aki leans into it. He kisses him, he keeps kissing him, and they move together, in almost perfect tandem, practiced and understanding one another. They know how to take care of each other now, they know how to work one another to the point of madness and despair, and he can feel how flushed his cheeks are, the way that the buzz thrums through him like a snap of fire in his gut.
It's not necessarily the pleasure of the act that makes Aki so desperate and hot, though that is obvious. It's the way that Tsurumaru holds on to him, the way he whispers, the hushed, breathless echo of how much they love each other, that makes him feel so good.
It's impossible not to follow along with Tsurumaru, to not give in to the need to come, especially with how tight he is, the sounds he makes, the tremble of his body. Aki comes, a sharp noise punched out of him as he leans down, trying not to collapse on top of his lover as he desperately attempts to catch his breath.
He does manage to tilt his head, kissing Tsurumaru's cheek gently. ]
(It shouldn't surprise him how good it feels but it always does. Aki inside him, so full, so hot, so perfect for him. Even after they come, he holds tight, wanting every part of him for himself, even down to the last drop. Like this, Aki is his and no one else's and he wants to relish in it.
He cranes his head, turning to meet him, mouth chasing his to kiss him sloppily in turn and gives him a gentle tug closer, bound hands still hanging from his neck and shoulders. Come closer, relax, lay on top of him. He's happy to hold his lover.
Softly, sweetly, with his first breath,)
Love you.
(He shifts under Aki and whines as he becomes aware of how sensitive he still is. He doesn't mind it. Like this, he has all of him. They're bound together, fit so well, so perfectly. He wants to keep him like this. He wants to stay like this. His fingers stroke gently at the back of Aki's neck,)
[ Permission given, Aki sinks down into the warmth of Tsurumaru below him, curling around him and cuddling their bodies together, enjoying the way he feels so comfortable and so safe, still tingling with the aftershocks of orgasm. He knows he should move and unbind Tsurumaru, so there's no risk to his wrists, but moving is painfully hard at the moment.
Instead, he stays in place, comfortable, warm, happy, his cheeks flushed and his skin sweaty, still pressed deep and unwilling to move. ]
I love you. Tsurumaru, I...
[ He noses into his neck, lets himself be held, cherished, kept safe and secure. Nothing can harm him here, and nothing will harm Tsurumaru, either. He will be content and happy for the rest of his life if he's allowed to keep this. ]
Mn. I want to marry you. I can't wait to marry you.
(He purrs, shuddering as another wave of pleasure washes over him as their bodies shift. He doesn't want let go of him, but they can't stay bound like this forever. He lets out a satisfied sigh and curls into him. He relaxes into his warmth, listens to the sound of his breathing, and nuzzles against him. )
And I, you.
(Stroking the back of his neck, rubbing steady, relaxing circles,)
You're so good, Aki. You've made me feel good in ways I'd never felt before. Even right now, the way you feel against me...
(Tugging him closer, pulling himself closer, kissing the top of his head and nuzzling against him. He inhales, breathing in the familiar scent of cologne, of shampoo, of Aki, and he relaxes,)
I wonder if this form... this body, this heart... I wonder if I was made for you.
[ They'll need to move eventually and Aki will have the contentment of being the one to clean them up and tuck them into bed, glad to take care of his lover in all ways, but that's for later. Right now, the only thing he wants to do is lie with him, curl around him, love him as gently and as sweetly as he can. The idea of separating from him now feels impossible.
The words, the confessions, all of it, bring a tear to his eye, and his voice is hoarse as he speaks. ]
My hands were crafted for revenge. All I wanted was to kill the Devil that took my family away from me. But then I met Denji and Power, and I thought... Maybe I could be happy again.
[ He breathes out, shaky against Tsurumaru's neck, his eyes closing - grief, joy, relief, all of it or none, he's not sure. ]
My hands were made to hold a sword. My heart was resolved to fight. Maybe...
[ A lump in his throat. ]
These hands were crafted to hold you. I wonder if I was waiting, all this time, for someone who fit in them perfectly.
From feelings into words. From words into songs. He feels like he could sing a poem song right now. And those poems would become a story and that story would create gods and the god it would create would be known as "Tsurumaru Kuninaga," the sword, the spirit, the man who loved Aki Hayakawa. Yes, he thinks that would be wonderful and he smiles, as he speaks,)
I'm all yours.
Your sword, your lover, your husband, your Tsurumaru Kuninaga... (And what had Aki said before? That morning on a cold winter's day, when he'd asked him to be his forever?) ... Your heart.
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He can't completely relax, though; not when Aki's hands trace him like this. Sometimes it tickles and he giggles lightly. As his fingers run along the soft, sensitive skin of his stomach, along his sides, his laughter becomes more breathy, even gasping at times like when he feels him trace his thigh.
Hah, hah, ah, ah, aaah.
Small sounds, gradually growing louder until he lets out a sharp, sweet moan when he feels teeth against his neck. His entire body reacts, going tense from surprise and arms immediately wrapping around Aki's shoulders, pulling him in closer. Like a wave, he rolls his hips, raising himself for Aki. Through the thin, delicate fabric of the silk and lace of his underwear, he can feel a heat forming, growing.
He breathes, )
More, please.
(More, more, more, they've started and there's no going back now. He would beg if Aki made him. While his hands are still free, he clings to him, nails pressing against the fabric of his clothes, his skin safe from the worst of his scratches.)
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Fingers keep touching, keep exploring, and Tsuru makes such sweet noises for him that all he can do is give him what he wants. More, he asks, and Aki breathes out, leaning in to kiss him sweetly, to kiss him gently, before he succumbs to his own want. The kiss comes harder, a little more intense, delicious and perfect, and his hands begin to do what he wants.
Angling Tsurumaru's leg, he rocks himself forward, grinding his growing erection against Tsurumaru, the fabric of his trousers not good enough against what he knows is the sweet sensation of lace and silk. It's frustrating, leaning back and breathing out, gazing down at his lover, his fiancé, with warmth and tenderness empowering him. ]
Anything.
[ Pushing more clothing out of the way, he trails his kisses down, lower and lower, against bared skin and warm flesh, excited and keen for more. ]
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But he's never bored. Even when he knows what will happen next, he finds himself surprised by how good everything is. How did this happen? How did he find this man? How did he fall so hard? How did he get so lucky? How did he find someone so good who takes care of him so good who makes him feel so good, good, good.
Even the pain is good. Sharp but soft, breaking skin and making him whine with pleasure. It's just right. Perfect. His eyes are bright and sharp, practically glowing in the dim, natural light of their room. Clouded with lust, everything feels so perfect and he spreads his legs wider to make room for Aki. He shudders and his cock twitches when he feels the familiar shape of Aki against him and he moves to rub against him.
All the while, Aki gets further and further away, going lower, lower, lower. He tries to keep a hold of him. Digging his clothes, pulling his shirt loose until there's just a bunch of fabric gathered messily in his hands. It feels like Aki could slip from his fingers like this and he tugs at him, pulling him closer like his life depends on him. No, not "like." If cranes mate for life than his life surely depends on him.)
Take it off.
(He knows Aki. If he doesn't remind him, he'll devote himself wholly, he'll neglect himself.)
I want to feel you.
(Grinding against Aki, his erection obvious against the delicate lace, heavy against the weight of Aki's trousers,)
I won't let you--
(Go lower. Do more. Take him. Fuck him. He groans before he can complete his thought. He lets go only to hook his finger over the knot of his tie, tugging at his collar, )
Remember to have fun, you.
(Darling, dearest.)
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[ Having Tsurumaru wrapped up for him like this, beautiful and perfect, being able to reach out and touch him, to see the flesh of his body, the flush of his skin, the way he shifts and moves and moans... Is Aki meant to be stoic, to pretend as if this isn't delightful, isn't wonderful, isn't all that he could dream of and more? He enjoys being able to take care of people, to be the relied on for it, slipping into the role with an ease of childhood burdens, but this...
Tsurumaru makes him enjoy the desire that burns inside him, the gleeful way he can lean in to nip at skin, the press of nails against him, the soft curve of his body mirrored against lines of muscle. If Tsurumaru could read all the thoughts in his head, could unpin the layers of want and desire that burn inside him, the desperation and the need that makes every part of him feel alight with fire, then he might be embarrassed. The truth is, of course, that their rings give enough away that he might have some indication.
Leaning back, he lifts his hands and tugs at his tie, undoing the knot around his neck before he reaches up. He's careful, thumb pressing into the gentle shift of Tsurumaru's wrist before he begins to bind them together, high above his head, watching with dark eyes and a neediness that is impossible to disguise or pretend to ignore. Darling, he's called, dearest, the shift in language captivating him, and with the poetic way Tsurumaru speaks to him it's so painfully intentional.
Leaning down, he kisses him again, urging him to raise his bound hands above his head and keep them there. ]
I'm going to enjoy myself. I am going to touch every part of you that I want, because you are a gift for me.
[ Kisses continue, along his jaw again, even as Aki's hand slips between their legs to deliberately press against Tsurumaru's cock. ]
Then I'm going to unwrap you, and I am going to fuck you, because you're mine.
[ Aki is his, too, but he doesn't think that needs saying. ]
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I think... (He runs a hand up his side, long fingers caressing the shape of his body, across his ribcage, and tracing around his nipples as he looks up at Aki, tempting. Cheeks flushed, smile sharp, he keeps watches all of him. The way he positions himself over him, looks at him so hungry, and ooh, he doesn't even have to touch him to get him to sigh with longing.) You could have more fun.
(Before he can play with himself anymore, Aki takes his hands and he stays obediently still. He notices how carefully he handles him. Careful, deliberate, delicate, loving, in all of the best ways he could be handled. He feels warm and dizzy all over again, heart beating in his chest.
He meets his gaze and holds it, staring up at him through long lashes. His eyes only see him, his ears only hear him, his body only wants to feel him, and when he opens his mouth to speak he can only call him,)
Aki.
(He keens into his touch, rocking, pressing into him. Over his head, he grips at the sheets, entire body going tense as a wave of want washes over him, )
Yes! (He nods. Yes, he's his gift. All his. Always will be.) Yes, yes, all yours.
(He has to laugh. If he doesn't laugh, he thinks he might sound too indecent. Light and breathy, he shifts, spreading his legs, bending at his knee to brace Aki on either side, )
When you're like this-- (He smiles playfully, eyes bright and catlike,) You're just like the stories.
(Like the comics where they're like themselves but not. Familiar in some ways but foreign in others,)
But better.
(Better, better, better. Good, good, good.)
My favorite story.
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Tsurumaru wants him to do this.
Feeling the shiver of it run through his body and bite at his heels, the desire possesses him as if he's some kind of monster, he has to pause to breathe, to drink in the image of his partner in front of him. Bound by Aki's tie, stretched out, flushed and beautiful... He wants to lean down and kiss him and never stop, wants to feel the soreness of his mouth later, lips red and bruised from how long he has spent kissing this man. It's pathetically alluring, and he has to force himself to focus.
More than anything else, he wants to love and worship Tsurumaru.
Leaning in, he steals more of those kisses, long and slow drags of his mouth against Tsurumaru's, biting at his lip, deepening the kiss and taking what he wants, allowing himself to. He's in charge right now, devoted to Tsurumaru's pleasure as much as his own, stroking his fingers against the sharpness of his hipbones before he groans out a soft, ragged noise. ]
They knew me better than I knew myself.
[ And now he's kissing along the line of skin and lace, hooking one of Tsurumaru's legs over his shoulders. His intention is probably obvious. ]
You're so good for me, Tsurumaru. So good to me.
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They kiss and he sings for him. Sighing as he takes him in, whining pleasantly as their teeth gnash and tongues twist and turn. He's a familiar taste, so sweet and intoxicating. Still bound, he brings his hands in front of him, hooking around the back of Aki's neck and pulling him closer. More, more, he wants to feel Aki deeper and he hums until he's breathless and Aki slips away. What's left is a flushed Tsurumaru, face glowing, lips bright, beautiful and preening for his lover.
His chest rises and falls as he pants, cool air filling his lungs and leaving him wanting.)
They don't know you like I do—
(His voice rises suddenly and he brings his hands close to his chest, as he tries to turn to see what Aki is doing.)
Ah?!
(Like this, he can't prop himself up. He can't sit up or try to adjust his weight to make things easier for the two of them. It's harder to see Aki now. Even if, by now, he has an idea of what Aki will do next, not being able to see it with his own eyes makes his anticipation rise. It takes him a moment to understand.)
Mhm. (Good. Aki calls him good and he purrs, movements becoming more excited. He's always responded well to praise. He chases after Aki's approval and now, he radiates under his worship. Call him good. Keep telling him sweet things. It fills his head with sparks and makes him feel so, so warm all over,) You too.
Because of you.
(Aki is a good man. He's treated Tsurumaru well and through patience and love, it's no secret that he's made him better. The person he is now is different from the difficult and distant man he was nearly a year ago and he knows it. Now, he's more open, more content, less restless, just better and he has Aki to thank for it,)
I love you, Aki, I love you.
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[ And isn't that the truth?
No one has seen quite as many of his darkest moments as Tsurumaru has - not Denji, not Himeno, not Makima. No one has felt the weight of his emotions or comforted him in the darkest of his moments, no one has held him or loved him like this. Tsurumaru is special, so desperately special to him, and Aki wants to show that in every touch and every moment of tender sweetness they share.
Fingers brush absently over the soft skin of Tsurumaru's thigh, his nose nudging as he leaves a kiss there. He's tempted to leave marks, too, little bruises and bites to show his affection and his possessiveness, the urge to keep this secret that no one else could witness. For a moment, he lets his teeth scrape before he laughs softly, turning his gaze back to the flushed mess of a man in front of him. ]
I love you. I'll keep loving you.
[ And he means it as well, earnest and honest and filled with an intensity that he cannot possibly begin to try to hide or say anything about. Instead, he leans down and maintains one of his favourite things to do with and to Tsurumaru: to touch him, to taste him, to take him into his mouth and pleasure him, because it feels right and good.
Aki is happy, worshipping him like this. ]
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More.
(Hands together, reaching to brush the crown of Aki's head with his fingers and he bends at his knee, pulling Aki closer to him,)
Don't be careful.
(He knows Aki. He knows how he'll be if he doesn't say anything. He'll be careful, gentle, respectful, and so, so good. Rocking, bending at his hips, not just inviting Aki to take more but also giving as much as he can. But he isn't entirely generous. No, of course, he wants more for himself too.)
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Kissing his hip, he swallows, expression warm. ]
I'm just getting started.
[ Even as he goes back to deliberately taking Tsurumaru's cock into his mouth, his nails are digging into the leg he's holding, his fingers are reaching for supplies, and his intention is obvious - he reaches so that he can press fingers against Tsurumaru, to prepare him even as he tortures him. ]
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Ah--
(It's hard to tell if he's trying to call out his name or not but he flinches instinctively and it's like his mind turns off for a moment. Flooded with whatever natural responses that are consuming him, he feels dizzy with excitement when he comes back and by then, he feels his mouth, his tongue, his teeth again and he mewls. He starts to rock, trying to match Aki's pace, chasing pleasure. The tips of his fingers press down on Aki's head, trying to keep him in place, the tie around his wrists tight.)
Good, Aki, keep going, keep--
(He lets out a surprised yelp. His cock twitches in Aki's mouth, leaking precum, still hard. Even if he'd seen him reaching, it's hard to see what he's doing completely. He knows what to expect but not when and he goes tense for a moment before letting out a sigh as he tries to relax for Aki so he can take more of him in. Even if he impatiently wants to fuck Aki's mouth and feel relief, he reels himself in so he can be ready for him.
Aki has been so good to him. He can be good too.)
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What Aki wants to do is, of course, ruin him with the intensity of the want, the desire, the rush of joy and excitement. It's hard not to smile, even with the awkwardness of his mouth being so busy while trying to focus on his fingers at the same time. He's resourceful, however, so he lets Tsuru take charge of the use of his mouth so he can focus instead on his explorative fingers.
They curl gently, deliberately sliding into Tsurumaru, and it's different from last time, to watching Tsurumaru prepare himself for him, and - and...
And all Aki can think about is how much he loves him.
Keep going, Tsurumaru tells him, and so Aki does, until he wants to make sure that Tsuru isn't too, too close to the edge, smiling softly. ]
I want you.
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He tries. He really tries. Taking steady breaths, trying to relax as Aki fingers him and failing more than he'll ever admit. He can't help it when, at times, he jerks a little harder into Aki's mouth, when he clenches around Aki's fingers, and he wishes he had something to hold onto. He parrots back quickly,)
I want you.
(Aki is uncomfortably just too far from his reach to really grasp, his fingers just brushing the top of his head, grabbing only a few loose strands. It isn't enough and he takes his hands back, raising them over his head so he can at least grab the sheets, tilting his head back,)
Fuck. (He can't help but curse as he gets closer and softly, he keens,) Please, Aki.
(He wants him.)
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His fingers press, gentle and careful, torturously teasing, and he grins, his lips curling a little before he breathes out and leans down to kiss him. He deliberately curls his fingers, just enough to send sparks of pleasure jolting through his lover's body. ]
You have me. I'm yours.
[ Nuzzling, he draws back, letting his fingers slide back and away as he settles himself between Tsuru's legs. ]
Tell me again, Tsuru.
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For a moment, he feels like he's seeing stars and everything is feels deafened. He doesn't even realize what sound he'd just made. Loud, sharp, incoherent, and utterly debauched. His cock is wet with precome, leaking and he's so hard and heavy and he barely even hears Aki speak. All he can do is mewl in response, so on edge but now feeling so empty without his fingers fucking him.)
Please... (His voice is soft, sweet, pleading,) Please, Aki. I...
(Babbling, speaking clumsily, without restraint,)
I want you. I want more of you. (Wrapping his legs around Aki, hugging him,) All of you. Aki.
Fu.... (He just barely catches his tongue,) Aki, I...
(Even if he wasn't beautiful. Even if he wasn't graceful. Even if he was a mess. Even if he was completely debauched. Aki had promised to love him even if he was in a pitiful state but still, he has his pride.
Taking a shuddering breath, he looks at Aki, bangs a plastered mess against his forehead, eyes bright, face flushed,)
... Please fuck me.
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Seeing Tsurumaru give in to his desire, hearing the sounds that he makes, the moans, the whimpers, the gasps of pleasure - that is addictive, making him want more and more and more of it. He wants to be the only one to do this for the rest of their lives.
Please, Tsurumaru says, and there's only one thing Aki can do. ]
All of me is yours. I am yours.
[ Leaning down, Aki kisses him again, longer and deeper, draggig it out for the simple reason that he can. It's a tease and it's for his enjoyment, both at the same time, swallowing the lump in his throat as he rocks his hips forward. ]
Anything. I'll do anything for you.
[ And, slowly, carefully, he pushes in, leaning down to kiss him as he does, slow and intimate and perfect. ]
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He brings his bound hands up and around Aki, hooking around his neck and pulling him closer. )
Love you.
(He sighs between kisses and just enjoys the feeling of Aki in his arms, of kissing him, of his taste, his scent, his touch, his everything. He loves him. Loves having Aki on top of him, loves being handled by him, loves being taken care of by him, loves him, loves him, loves him so much,)
Hmm.
(He hums, pulling Aki even closer, spreading his legs wider, trying to hold steady as he takes him in slowly, carefully, enjoying every moment. Tilting his head back, he hangs from Aki and practically purrs, )
I love you.
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Wrapped around Tsurumaru, he leans into the kiss, nudging against him and groaning softly, pressing his face into his lover's neck and squeezing his eyes shut.
It's - everything. Tsurumaru is everything. ]
I love you. I love you so much...
[ His hips rock, Aki lets Tsurumaru hang around him, hang off him, and lets himself use his own strength to grind into him. His cheeks are flushed, his own hair is sticking to his face, but - but -
he can't think of anything but his need to see Tsurumaru come for him. ]
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With each thrust he feels himself becoming more undone, pleasure surging through him. His whole world shrinks. The only thing he hears is Aki, declarations of love, his heavy breathing, the sound of his body against him. The only thing grounding him is Aki as he holds onto him, wraps around him, rolls his hips against him, feels so full with him. And the only thing he sees is Aki. Beautiful, handsome, strong, so focused on him, so filled with adoration, so perfect, perfect perfect. )
Love you. Love you so much. Aki. Aki. Don't--
(He's so close. He gasps. His entire body jerks as he feels Aki's cock deep in him. In a single breath, he pleads,)
Don'ttakeitout.
(He wants to keep him. Feel him inside him. Together. Close, close close.)
With me. Come with me. Aki--
(Come inside him, he wants to say but what comes next is a high pitched cry. His vision goes white and he pulls Aki against his chest as his back arches, every part of him taut like a bow and string. After being teased and kept on edge for so long, he comes hard. He rides out the sensation, lost in a flood of heat that washes over him, and finally, he trembles when he finds his end, sinking into the covers, breathless.)
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Tsurumaru wraps around him and Aki leans into it. He kisses him, he keeps kissing him, and they move together, in almost perfect tandem, practiced and understanding one another. They know how to take care of each other now, they know how to work one another to the point of madness and despair, and he can feel how flushed his cheeks are, the way that the buzz thrums through him like a snap of fire in his gut.
It's not necessarily the pleasure of the act that makes Aki so desperate and hot, though that is obvious. It's the way that Tsurumaru holds on to him, the way he whispers, the hushed, breathless echo of how much they love each other, that makes him feel so good.
It's impossible not to follow along with Tsurumaru, to not give in to the need to come, especially with how tight he is, the sounds he makes, the tremble of his body. Aki comes, a sharp noise punched out of him as he leans down, trying not to collapse on top of his lover as he desperately attempts to catch his breath.
He does manage to tilt his head, kissing Tsurumaru's cheek gently. ]
I... I said anything. Love you.
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He cranes his head, turning to meet him, mouth chasing his to kiss him sloppily in turn and gives him a gentle tug closer, bound hands still hanging from his neck and shoulders. Come closer, relax, lay on top of him. He's happy to hold his lover.
Softly, sweetly, with his first breath,)
Love you.
(He shifts under Aki and whines as he becomes aware of how sensitive he still is. He doesn't mind it. Like this, he has all of him. They're bound together, fit so well, so perfectly. He wants to keep him like this. He wants to stay like this. His fingers stroke gently at the back of Aki's neck,)
My dear, precious Aki. (His.) Come closer.
(Against him.)
Stay.
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Instead, he stays in place, comfortable, warm, happy, his cheeks flushed and his skin sweaty, still pressed deep and unwilling to move. ]
I love you. Tsurumaru, I...
[ He noses into his neck, lets himself be held, cherished, kept safe and secure. Nothing can harm him here, and nothing will harm Tsurumaru, either. He will be content and happy for the rest of his life if he's allowed to keep this. ]
Mn. I want to marry you. I can't wait to marry you.
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(He purrs, shuddering as another wave of pleasure washes over him as their bodies shift. He doesn't want let go of him, but they can't stay bound like this forever. He lets out a satisfied sigh and curls into him. He relaxes into his warmth, listens to the sound of his breathing, and nuzzles against him. )
And I, you.
(Stroking the back of his neck, rubbing steady, relaxing circles,)
You're so good, Aki. You've made me feel good in ways I'd never felt before. Even right now, the way you feel against me...
(Tugging him closer, pulling himself closer, kissing the top of his head and nuzzling against him. He inhales, breathing in the familiar scent of cologne, of shampoo, of Aki, and he relaxes,)
I wonder if this form... this body, this heart... I wonder if I was made for you.
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The words, the confessions, all of it, bring a tear to his eye, and his voice is hoarse as he speaks. ]
My hands were crafted for revenge. All I wanted was to kill the Devil that took my family away from me. But then I met Denji and Power, and I thought... Maybe I could be happy again.
[ He breathes out, shaky against Tsurumaru's neck, his eyes closing - grief, joy, relief, all of it or none, he's not sure. ]
My hands were made to hold a sword. My heart was resolved to fight. Maybe...
[ A lump in his throat. ]
These hands were crafted to hold you. I wonder if I was waiting, all this time, for someone who fit in them perfectly.
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(Because it doesn't just feel right. It is.
From feelings into words. From words into songs. He feels like he could sing a poem song right now. And those poems would become a story and that story would create gods and the god it would create would be known as "Tsurumaru Kuninaga," the sword, the spirit, the man who loved Aki Hayakawa. Yes, he thinks that would be wonderful and he smiles, as he speaks,)
I'm all yours.
Your sword, your lover, your husband, your Tsurumaru Kuninaga... (And what had Aki said before? That morning on a cold winter's day, when he'd asked him to be his forever?) ... Your heart.
Aki? Darling?
(He kisses him again,)
Did you like your gift?
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