(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.
[ His fingers finally move, stroking carefully along Tsurumaru's body, remembering. He leans back to start to undo the binding around Tsuru's wrist, shifting enough to undo them without moving too far from the comfort of his embrace. It's easy enough then to lift his hand and stroke gently over his skin, to soothe it in case there is any threat of bruising.
Aki loves him.
Aki loves him so much.
Tilting his head up, he smiles softly. ]
The gift was perfect. You are, Tsuru.
[ Another kiss, curling around him, before he twists their bodies so that Tsurumaru is on top of him, hopefully without dislodging them both. ]
(As careful as Aki had been, his wrists are red compared to how fair he usually is. It will surely bruise later but as with most injuries, it's only a matter of time before he recovers as good as new. It's why he doesn't mind. In fact, it's why he enjoys these marks while he can. It's all the most reason to let Aki care for him. More reason for him to be spoiled.
He lets Aki handle him so easily. Offering his hands, letting him move him, position him atop him. He smiles, he laughs, he's careful as he repositions himself. With each movement they make, they become a little more undone but he's determined to keep as much of Aki inside him as he can.
Meanwhile, they haven't had a chance to clean each other off yet and he's still hot and sticky with sweat and come. He's careful when he leans in, using his newly freed hands to brace himself. He runs one hand up Aki's chest, tracing the shape of his body, letting his hands fan over his heart and stroking gently, a mix of admiration and possession. Aki's heart. His. Lowly, sweetly, )
You always do.
(And he smiles, so satisfied and pleased after being made love to. Leaning in to press kisses against his collarbone, bury his face against his neck and give messy, dizzied kisses; sometimes soft, sometimes sharp. He only wants to take care of Aki the same way he's cared for him. He only wants to spoil him, shower him with kisses, tell him sweet things. His voice is just a murmur against him when he speaks again,)
Always.
(And he reaches for Aki's hand, wanting to lace their fingers together.)
Do you have something in mind already~? (It shouldn't be a surprise considering their first time being intimate involved dresses and lace but now that they're trying new things, he wonders what they might do next,) You only have to ask.
(He trusts Aki. He'll let him do anything to him.)
[ Aki follows each kiss, each moment with his own, chasing the taste of Tsurumaru on his lips. He's already considering what might happen if he trailed his mouth down again, if he nuzzled his nose into the soft space along his lover's hip, his thighs, to leave marks and bites there that no one else can see. He's already claimed his right to Tsurumaru through marriage and devotion, so the markings...
They would be his, and his alone.
Instead of giving in to his instinct to do more, he lets himself draw out the kisses, lets himself drown in the wonder of being so close to Tsuru - and the sweet aftershocks of pleasure that come from still being inside him, from being wrapped up with his fiancé so desperately. ]
There are lots of ideas in the books, aren't there?
[ He absently bites at Tsurumaru's jaw, his neck. ]
I could blindfold you. Tie you up... They did that a lot. You'd look cute in a nice dress, or more lace... The panties...
[ Aki is blushing now, even with still literally being intimate with Tsuru. ]
(He makes a small sound in agreement and gives his hand a gentle squeeze, lacing their fingers together as he nuzzles against him. His kisses slow, some his frenzy dying down, satisfied to just be close. He lets himself sink and settle atop him, comfortable.
Blindfolds, bondage, in pretty dresses, barely covered in lace... it's fascinating to learn this new part of Aki after all of this time. )
Did you like it that much? (His chest rumbles when he laughs and he tilts his head up, looking up at him. His eyes are warm, nothing but adoration and a dash of sharp mischief,) Having me completely at your mercy?
(Teasing, he rocks hips to remind Aki he still has him, squeezing Aki's hand a little more as he feels a rush of pleasure runs through him again. He keeps his eyes on Aki, though. He wants to watch him, see his expressions, enjoy all of his reactions. )
You're so cute right now. (He speaks softly but there's no shame or embarrassment as he quietly shares his own fantasies. If it's just Aki, he doesn't mind. There's no reason to hide when he knows Aki would still love him,) We could go away again, just you and me. Imagine how much fun we could have with no one to bother us.
(With no one to worry about overhearing or interrupting them. It's always been the one thing that has kept Tsurumaru held back. Aki is the only one who can hear or see him like this.)
We could stay like this all day... (Bonded to Aki, his cock inside him, full and content, ) What do you think?
[ It feels silly, somehow, to be entertaining this sweetness, this tenderness in the wake of what they just did together, but that's what it means to be in love with one another. They can enjoy the pleasure of their bodies and the intimacies that come with it just as much as they can enjoy the tenderness and softness of adoration.
Aki has never really been with anyone he could claim to love before, and his encounters in the past had been nothing to note, really, compared to this. Compared to Tsuru, any hopes of romance or sweetness were nothing in comparison. Tsurumaru opens up his world and makes him feel alight and alive in a way nothing but vengeance had done before.
This is better than any revenge.
Shivering as Tsurumaru rocks against him, biting the inside of his lip, he gazes up at his lover with a small smile. ]
I'll make a reservation. It could be the same place as before, or different... I can research.
[ Leaning up, he steals another kiss, stroking his fingers through Tsurumaru's hair gently. ]
Tell me what you want, and I'll make it happen. I'll make you feel good all over again.
(He takes a breath and exhales slowly when they move. It isn't just the movement that makes him sensitive but their entire discussion. He's quick to meet Aki with a kiss of his own and he leans into his touch, eyes closed as he just takes everything in.
What does he want?)
This.(He doesn't have to think.) This is enough.
(He opens his eye, looking at Aki through his lashes,)
But I wouldn't mind... seeing you beneath me; wrapped up prettily and at my mercy.
(Essentially, the same thing as Aki but reversed and he can't help but smile, so terribly amused by how similar they are when it comes to each other. In fact, he even giggles as he leans in to kiss him. Perfect. He really is perfect.)
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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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[ His fingers finally move, stroking carefully along Tsurumaru's body, remembering. He leans back to start to undo the binding around Tsuru's wrist, shifting enough to undo them without moving too far from the comfort of his embrace. It's easy enough then to lift his hand and stroke gently over his skin, to soothe it in case there is any threat of bruising.
Aki loves him.
Aki loves him so much.
Tilting his head up, he smiles softly. ]
The gift was perfect. You are, Tsuru.
[ Another kiss, curling around him, before he twists their bodies so that Tsurumaru is on top of him, hopefully without dislodging them both. ]
I'll need to surprise you next.
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He lets Aki handle him so easily. Offering his hands, letting him move him, position him atop him. He smiles, he laughs, he's careful as he repositions himself. With each movement they make, they become a little more undone but he's determined to keep as much of Aki inside him as he can.
Meanwhile, they haven't had a chance to clean each other off yet and he's still hot and sticky with sweat and come. He's careful when he leans in, using his newly freed hands to brace himself. He runs one hand up Aki's chest, tracing the shape of his body, letting his hands fan over his heart and stroking gently, a mix of admiration and possession. Aki's heart. His. Lowly, sweetly, )
You always do.
(And he smiles, so satisfied and pleased after being made love to. Leaning in to press kisses against his collarbone, bury his face against his neck and give messy, dizzied kisses; sometimes soft, sometimes sharp. He only wants to take care of Aki the same way he's cared for him. He only wants to spoil him, shower him with kisses, tell him sweet things. His voice is just a murmur against him when he speaks again,)
Always.
(And he reaches for Aki's hand, wanting to lace their fingers together.)
Do you have something in mind already~? (It shouldn't be a surprise considering their first time being intimate involved dresses and lace but now that they're trying new things, he wonders what they might do next,) You only have to ask.
(He trusts Aki. He'll let him do anything to him.)
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They would be his, and his alone.
Instead of giving in to his instinct to do more, he lets himself draw out the kisses, lets himself drown in the wonder of being so close to Tsuru - and the sweet aftershocks of pleasure that come from still being inside him, from being wrapped up with his fiancé so desperately. ]
There are lots of ideas in the books, aren't there?
[ He absently bites at Tsurumaru's jaw, his neck. ]
I could blindfold you. Tie you up... They did that a lot. You'd look cute in a nice dress, or more lace... The panties...
[ Aki is blushing now, even with still literally being intimate with Tsuru. ]
There are toy stores, too.
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(He makes a small sound in agreement and gives his hand a gentle squeeze, lacing their fingers together as he nuzzles against him. His kisses slow, some his frenzy dying down, satisfied to just be close. He lets himself sink and settle atop him, comfortable.
Blindfolds, bondage, in pretty dresses, barely covered in lace... it's fascinating to learn this new part of Aki after all of this time. )
Did you like it that much? (His chest rumbles when he laughs and he tilts his head up, looking up at him. His eyes are warm, nothing but adoration and a dash of sharp mischief,) Having me completely at your mercy?
(Teasing, he rocks hips to remind Aki he still has him, squeezing Aki's hand a little more as he feels a rush of pleasure runs through him again. He keeps his eyes on Aki, though. He wants to watch him, see his expressions, enjoy all of his reactions. )
You're so cute right now. (He speaks softly but there's no shame or embarrassment as he quietly shares his own fantasies. If it's just Aki, he doesn't mind. There's no reason to hide when he knows Aki would still love him,) We could go away again, just you and me. Imagine how much fun we could have with no one to bother us.
(With no one to worry about overhearing or interrupting them. It's always been the one thing that has kept Tsurumaru held back. Aki is the only one who can hear or see him like this.)
We could stay like this all day... (Bonded to Aki, his cock inside him, full and content, ) What do you think?
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Aki has never really been with anyone he could claim to love before, and his encounters in the past had been nothing to note, really, compared to this. Compared to Tsuru, any hopes of romance or sweetness were nothing in comparison. Tsurumaru opens up his world and makes him feel alight and alive in a way nothing but vengeance had done before.
This is better than any revenge.
Shivering as Tsurumaru rocks against him, biting the inside of his lip, he gazes up at his lover with a small smile. ]
I'll make a reservation. It could be the same place as before, or different... I can research.
[ Leaning up, he steals another kiss, stroking his fingers through Tsurumaru's hair gently. ]
Tell me what you want, and I'll make it happen. I'll make you feel good all over again.
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What does he want?)
This.(He doesn't have to think.) This is enough.
(He opens his eye, looking at Aki through his lashes,)
But I wouldn't mind... seeing you beneath me; wrapped up prettily and at my mercy.
(Essentially, the same thing as Aki but reversed and he can't help but smile, so terribly amused by how similar they are when it comes to each other. In fact, he even giggles as he leans in to kiss him. Perfect. He really is perfect.)