[ Aki jerks forward, the surge of pleasure making him gasp, his eyes flickering closed. He's always putty in Tsurumaru's hands, but he feels weaker than usual, unable to resist the pull of the man in front of him, unable to think rationally.
Why does he need to, when Tsurumaru looks so good, is making him feel so good...?
He wants more. More bites, more pleasure, more of that incredible burn and the way that it makes him feel so perfectly seen.
Unable to resist the moan in return, he rocks into Tsurumaru's hand, his fingers pushing more of his clothes aside, reaching in to touch his chest, to let his nails scrape a little. ]
( When he says his name, it's like music to his ears and he hums in response, slowly moving his hand up along with the lilt of his voice. It's easy to get the front of his kimono undone and he shrugs his shoulder, managing to roll part of of his kimono off. Chest rising and falling with each heavy, excited breath, his own hand pumps more roughly, as if mirroring how Aki treats him. Its clumsy, lacking any type of grace, but he's impatient and needy.
By now, they've been together so long, he can tell when Aki is ready and when Aki is close... he'll stop, his hold loosening, fingers just barely brushing against the length of his cock.
[ There's no complaint; as novel and exciting as it is to take their time and drag things out, to spend as long as possible on the excitement of foreplay, there's something heady about this, too. Being utterly under Tsurumaru's control, letting his fingers touch him, messy and rushed and a little rough with it, is as alluring as anything they've done before, and he enjoys it.
He does make a wounded sound when he stops, though, leaning forward to press his forehead into Tsurumaru's shoulder, breathing out hard. It's rough, and a little cruel, but he's not complaining. He's not that upset, despite the petulant, pouty expression he wears.
( Free hand reaches up to touch his face, tracing the side of his face, following his jaw, and stopping just under his chin. Gently, he lifts it up so he can get a better look at his face, )
How cute.
( Teasing, endearing. The way Aki look sat him, so desperate, so impatient, so endearingly pitiful... it sparks something in him. )
You look so miserable. ( His fingers are barely a feather's touch when he moves his hand down, down, slow, barely touching,) Is this what you wanted?
( Being completely at his mercy? In a dark, abandoned place, away from everyone else. With the silver light of the moon flickering through thin, worn curtains and broken glass? That same light shining on Tsurumaru making him look almost ethereal even if he smiles like a devil?)
[ Aki isn't against it, as twisted up as he feels inside right now, his body overheating and his cheeks flushed and hot. His eyes tilt up to gaze at Tsurumaru, drinking him in, devouring him, and he hisses out a soft sound as fingers brush over him. It's building up that tension again, and something in his stomach knots.
What does Tsurumaru want...
He looks beautiful in the night, and Aki kisses his jaw, hands resting on his thighs, anchoring himself into place.
( No matter how he might look or what wonderful sounds he might make, he knows he's enjoying this. He places his free hand on the back of Aki's head, twisting his fingers in his hair and gives a tug, pulling him away from him, stopping him worshipping anymore.
He leans forward to press his face against his chest, to leave a trail of kisses going up, to bury his face against his shoulder and breathe in deep, )
Ask me nicely.
( And slowly, one finger at a time, he wraps his hand around Aki again but doesn't move, )
The kisses make his skin feel as if they're sparking a little, rushing through his body and leaving him flushed and wanting. The hand around him is anchoring, but he doesn't move his hips either, doesn't even attempt to seek out pleasure without permission, eyes dark as he gazes at Tsurumaru and drinks him in.
He's flushed, heated with it, filled with desire and want, but at the same time he wishes to be good.
If his cock twitches, that's not his fault. ]
Tsurumaru.
[ He's a touch hoarse. ]
I'm yours. I belong to you. No one else will ever touch me, see me like this. Do whatever you want with me. I can take it.
( Oh, he's torn. How can he not tease him when literally has him in the palm of his hand like this? But how can he tease him when he swears himself so sweetly and acts so well for him? He has to stop. He has to take him in. Flushed cheeks, hair messy and sticking to his face, eyes so dark and beautiful... it feels so fleeting to him and he wants to capture this moment just a little longer. It must feel like eternity for Aki. )
You make it so hard...
( Shifting his weight, he stands up straight, pushes back against Aki. One hand still tangled in his hair, the other now moving to his hip to guid ehis movement. Aggressive, quick, swift, enough to make him trip but careful to help him keep his balance. )
How can I deny you?
( It's like a dance. His steps are quick, carefully made, and he guides Aki into the start of a dizzying spin. In a moment, their positions switch with Aki's back to the table, atop his white robe instead. As for Tsurumaru, he slides himself between Aki's legs, grabs a hand, and leans in more, more, more until his lips touch Aki's. )
[ Aki moves with Tsurumaru because it feels insane to do anything else, wild and ridiculous to pretend that he doesn't want to be utterly at this man's mercy. On a good day, he'd be willing to do anything for Tsurumaru, would bow down to him without hesitation - but here, with this strange need to please him, he finds himself more willing than ever before, basking in being told what to do.
Shifting, comfortable on the table, he sighs, leaning into the kiss.
It feels right, feels good, even as he's denied, his cock hard and desperate to be touched again... But he's at Tsuru's mercy.
Anything he wants. Aki is so desperate to please.
Turning his head, he deepens the kiss a little, making a soft noise as his arm wraps around his fiancé to draw him closer, closer. ]
( He promises. He would never deny him anything... at least, not for long. But right now, he wants to enjoy having this man completely at his mercy.
He kisses him relentlessly, hard and long. He won't even let Aki breathe unless he allows it right now and when he feels himself becoming breathless, he only kisses him more desperately, trying to drag it out as long as he can.
As close as he can be, he rocks forward, grinding against Aki, feeling Aki's cock against him and he groans. Before Aki can get even more worked up, he finally breaks away to breathe,)
Don't.
( Get too excited. Chase his own pleasure too quickly.
A kiss against his mouth, on his cheek, he wants to nuzzle against him, bury his face into his neck where he kisses him roughly, letting his teeth break through skin once and then again.
He laces his fingers with Aki's and squeezes. His other hand brushes against Aki's cock again, just briefly before he goes to grab the hand trying to work its away around his waist.)
Undress me.
( And he guides Aki's hand to his obi so it can be undone. )
[ The kiss is long and slow, deep and intense, familiar in a way that kissing Tsurumaru always is - like coming home, curling into bed together, sliding arms around one another and not letting go, seeking and feeling and loving. It leaves him breathless, it leaves him wanting more, hard and aching and needy for everything that's on offer right in front of him.
It would be so easy to fall into his arms and not let go, to reach for him and wish for more, so much more.
But he waits. He is under Tsuru's thumb, now, and he wants to please, wants to show his lover that he can do what is wanted from him.
His hand raises, stroking through Tsurumaru's hair as he's kissed, touched, completely at his mercy.
When the command comes, he doesn't hesitate. He reaches out, and his fingers slide to begin to strip him. ]
You're beautiful.
[ Aki says it often, but he means it every time, baring more skin for his fingers to touch. ]
( Beautiful. He knows he's beautiful. He's been called beautiful for centuries for better and for worse. With Aki, though, it's different. Every time feels like the first time. Every time feels special. When Aki calls him beautiful, he believes it so completely. There's no ugliness, no imperfection, no darkness; there's only truth.
He gives his hand another squeeze and hums against his skin.)
I love you.
( He kisses him.
As Aki undoes his obi, as his kimono falls open, he leans in against him, warm skin rubbing against Aki's hard cock. It feels electric, lighting signals throughout him and he kisses him again,)
I love you. ( And again. ) My beautiful, handsome A-- ( He gasps as his own cock rubs against Aki's thigh, as he shifts closer and closer, )Aki.
( He loves him so much. He wants to spoil him so badly. He wraps his hand around him again,)
I want to hear you.
( Hear what? The beautiful sounds he can make? His own confession? His own declaration to him? Yes, yes, yes, he starts to stroke again, slow, steady, urging. )
[ Is it the man or the blade that Aki thinks is beautiful? He means it as both; the man that he knows Tsurumaru to be, teasing and soft, hard when he has to be, an edge to him as sharp and charming as his teasing - but the blade, too, that feels right in his hands, a good weight, handsomely forged and brilliant in a fight.
Every single part of Tsurumaru feels perfect to him, right, handsome, everything he had never dared to dream to want. Somehow, he has found this man and found love, and it warms him, those dark parts of himself that he had ignored for so long settled and comfortable in the wake of being chosen.
The romance of it slips away as he focuses on the now, even as he's reminded of their love, even as he makes a soft noise at being touched, so clearly cherished in Tsurumaru's arms. ]
I love you. I've never loved anyone before you.
[ Which is true enough; past encounters were there, but nothing is like what the two of them share.
Tsurumaru is his heart, has his heart, and that's undeniable.
Aki's legs open to welcome him, an arm around Tsurumaru's waist, chasing the sensation of being touched and the intensity that follows with it. He whines, leaning forward and shivering, unable to hide how he feels.
He moans; he makes soft, breathless sounds, hitched in his throat, and he reaches out to hold on to Tsurumaru, anchoring himself as if letting go might kill him. ]
( He makes such beautiful sounds and he kisses his throat, humming against it, smiling, taking in his scent, enjoying all of his heat. It's familiar, it's comforting, it's euphoric, and everything else all at once. The same body that brings him rest and peace at night is the same one that works him into a frenzy, that excites him and makes him feel so possessive.
Humans are the ones who are supposed to have tools but Tsurumaru is a sword who has a man. And more impossibly, he's a man who has a lover. With Aki, he's more than just a tool. He's his lover, his fiance, his soon to be husband, his mate for life.
Jerking forward, he slides himself between Aki's legs. Running a hand through his hair, he brushes aside his bangs, and kisses his forehead. All the while, his hold becomes more deliberate as he pushes his hand up and down against the length of Aki's hard cock now. Not too hard, not to fast, just right, from months of being able to explore his body, of learning every inch of him,)
You have me.
( And he rocks against him, his own cock aching but he can wait. After Aki has been so good, so sweet, so perfect for him, he can wait he kisses Aki sweetly. Against his mouth, he purrs,)
You've been so good for me. You're always so good. ( Gently, he places a hand behind his neck and presses, pulling him closer into him. He feels the way Aki trembles against him and he shushes him as he pumps,) Do you want my hand?
( And slowing again, )
Or do you want to wait for something more?
( And he slides closer, his own cock against Aki's. )
[ Right now, he is completely at Tsurumaru's mercy, completely prepared to do anything, anything that Tsurumaru wants from him. It's not just the influence of the pollen, not just the need for his fiancé; it's how much he always wants him, how much he always wants to make him happy, wants to please him, to show his adoration and his devotion. Aki is not the kind of man to show it off in public like some other people, but when they're alone together like this...
Other people might see Tsurumaru for one part of who he is, the sword or the man, but Aki finds himself adoring both. The man who climbs into bed with him, who cups his cheeks, who teases him and laughs at him and calls him boring - but the blade, too, sharp and dangerous, deadly, fitting so perfectly in his hands, as if they were made for one another. He knows Tsurumaru was not made for him, but the fantasy is sweet.
Breathing out, a little hard and rough, his eyes open, lidded and dark. His hips are pressing into the touch, wiggling a little, trying to get more - and so much more - but he cannot do more than accept what he's given, weak to the newness of Tsurumaru taking charge and giving him command. ]
I want...
[ What does he want?
The tease is agonising, his cock twitching at Tsurumaru's touch, his breathing coming out in hisses, almost hiccuping as he bites his lip and tries not to embarrass himself. Leaning forward, he rests his forehead on Tsurumaru's shoulder, whining and gripping at nothing, nails digging into his palms.
He feels as though he's floating, but being pulled closer and closer to something warm. ]
I want you to have me. To use me, however you please.
He wonders if he's gone too far. He can hear it in the way he makes such miserably sweet noises, his breath trembling and breaking as he tries to answer him. He can see it in the way his eyes, hazy and dark, his body taut, doing everything he can to hold himself together. He can feel it when he leans against him, body hot and shaking, twitching in his hand as he denies himself for him. He's so beautiful, so miserable, so handsome, so pitiful, and just so, so good.
Nuzzling against him, he urges him to face him so their noses can brush together and he can kiss him sweetly like he deserves. At the same time, he brings his length against Aki's and he works them both with his hand. Finding the right amount of friction, he can feel the throb of Aki's cock against his own and he groans,)
Good. ( He's been so good for so long and he reaches to cup the back of Aki's neck to soothe him, ) You've waited long enough. ( Stroking, ) Go ahead.
( He permits it. It's been long enough and he's earned this. He earned it so long ago and while Tsurumaru isn't quite ready, he's close enough and he won't deny Aki anymore.)
There's something warm and intense about the way he is being taken care of, the way that Tsurumaru touches him and kisses him. It's blissful, as if he is stuck in his lover's orbit and unable to do anything except gravitate to him, to lean into him and tuck himself into the warmth of the other man, feeling so content. There are no words to express the way he feels, flooded with the joy of it, but it remains there all the same.
Drawn into the kisses, unable to resist, he makes a soft noise against his mouth as they're finally pressed together, hips rocking against Tsurumaru's, his fingers twitching as he grasps hold of him, stroking against his warm, soft skin, the heat of Mexico an echo here.
Good, Tsuru says, and Aki moans.
He wants to be good, he has been good, completely at Tsurumaru's mercy, and there's no way for him to pause, now, shivering as he leans forward, deepening the kiss as his body arches and he comes. ]
( Pulled closer, drawn deeper into the kiss, he gasps and sighs, his kisses becoming a clumsy clash of tongue and teeth. He chases and he takes, hot with desire that he knows is on the verge of spilling over.
Aki comes into his hand and he jerks slightly against him. His fingers covered in slick, he continues to stroke steadily, coaxing every drop out of Aki all while he chases his own release. It doesn't take long until he follows after him with a shuddering groan and he leans into Aki. They both support each other, their bodies hot, letting out heavy and shaking breaths as a silence falls in the room as they ride out their release.,)
[ It's not as if all the heat disappears from his mind, but Aki does feel a little more himself now, shivering as a breeze runs through the hut and hits his hot skin, sweaty and tired after the flush of intensity. His body is still leaning into Tsurumaru, reaching out to hold onto him, anchored, unable to do anything else, but his eyes feel less heavy and hazy, now.
Breathing out, he turns his head to press soft kisses against Tsurumaru's jaw and face, soft and sweet in his pleasure haze. ]
( A new cloud settles in his mind, less heated but still dizzying in its own way. It makes him move without thinking, settling against Aki as he rests and lets clarity wash over him.
He turns to kiss him in turn, his nose brushing against Aki's and feathering him with soft, dizzy kisses. Slowly, his hand uncurls around them and as much as he wants to wrap his arms around Aki right now, he doesn't, mindful of the slick on his hand. )
I love you. ( He settles into Aki's arms, kissing him more, missing his mouth, catching his breath,) I love you.
My dear, precious Aki...
( And he has to rest, pressing his face against his shoulder, his entire body relaxing against him, )
[ It's far too easy to wrap his arms around Tsuru and hold onto him, stroking his fingers down his back and relaxing into the warm sensation of being loved and adored. It feels good, and it feels right, and he's so happy about it that nothing else matters, no one else matters. The rest of the world can fade away for a moment and Aki can have this.
Each time Tsurumaru says he loves him, it makes his heart feel like it'll burst.
Reaching out, he takes Tsurumaru's wrist, pressing a kiss there, careful. It's dirty, but... ]
Me too.
[ A twitch of his lips. ]
Do you want me to clean you, or shall we go elsewhere?
( It's comfortable against him. He's thought it before and he thinks again about how comfortable and easy it is just to be with him. Relaxing against him, able to just enjoy the moment, he suddenly feels alert again when Aki takes his hand.
He shifts slightly so Aki can handle him more easily and he watches quietly as he kisses his wrist. Sometimes he wonders if Aki knows what he's doing. His heart beats in his chest and he glances at Aki's face now, trying to see if this is intentional or not... Ah, he saw that.
Softly,)
It's dirty.
( And by now, Aki should know how much Tsurumaru dislikes being dirty. Right now, he definitely wants to clean but he would never make Aki clean him like this. He loves him too much. Respects him too much. And as his head clears, he finds himself being more mindful.
But he doesn't move save for a small twitch in his fingers. He doesn't say no. It's for Aki to decide. )
[ And Aki knows that Tsurumaru doesn't like to be dirty, isn't comfortable with it and would need to get into some kind of bath or shower sooner rather than later, but... Aki's still in the mindset of that overwhelming, needy desire, the burning urge inside of him, and the warmth of love and adoration that floods him and makes him feel warm and soft but also desperate.
An edge of need that hasn't quite gone away, hasn't quite faltered, even now.
This is how he feels towards Tsurumaru; adoration, need, want, love, all of it.
There's no more hesitation as he leans in, letting his tongue curl against Tsurumaru's hand, his fingers, humming softly. ]
( He starts to pull his hand away by reflex free hand reaching out to stop him only to freeze in place. A shudder runs through him and he gasps, watching as Aki licks him clean.
He isn't ticklish but he feels so incredibly sensitive right now, his fingers twitching when his tongue brushes over a certain part, warm, wet, soft. The entire time, he watches with quiet bewilderment, cheeks glowing pink as he realizes what he's doing. Why he's doing it. This is devotion. Intense, maddening, shameless devotion as he takes care of him and cleans him up, as he takes every part of him, even the parts of him that are filthy and debased.
He'd once asked Aki if he would still love him even if he wasn't beautiful. Even if he undone and graceless and not sweet. He'd said he'd love him through it all. Even if he was bitter or sour. No matter what.
His heart swells in his chest and he stretches his fingers out to touch his lips, to trace the shape of his mouth. )
Really, you... ( He can't even finish. He just giggles, a little giddy, so endeared. When he's almost finished, when he's practically clean, he leans in, ) Let me give you something sweeter.
( To kiss him sweetly, softly, like a gentle lover. Because sometimes they burn and they crash against each other and everything is fast and they lose themselves in all the rush of emotion there are other ways to love. Quiet nights in bed, resting in each other's arms, just enjoying each other's company, taking it slow, caring for each other in quiet ways.)
There's no reason to, not when it feels so good, when he enjoys the warmth of Tsuru's expression, the way he leans into him, the flush to his cheeks and the burn of desire that curls through him. It's not quite enough that he thinks he'd be able to go again, that he would be able to come for a second time, but enough that he feels a happy, butterfly-style warmth that settles him.
The giggle softens him, and his eyes tilt up as he gazes at Tsuru, his eyes crinkled with the bright smile on his face. ]
Anything from you is sweet.
[ The kiss is soft, gentle, his arm wrapping around him again and drawing him close, nuzzling into his jaw with a soft sound. ]
I love you... [ A kiss to his cheek, forehead, a hum. ] Let me clean you up.
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[ Aki jerks forward, the surge of pleasure making him gasp, his eyes flickering closed. He's always putty in Tsurumaru's hands, but he feels weaker than usual, unable to resist the pull of the man in front of him, unable to think rationally.
Why does he need to, when Tsurumaru looks so good, is making him feel so good...?
He wants more. More bites, more pleasure, more of that incredible burn and the way that it makes him feel so perfectly seen.
Unable to resist the moan in return, he rocks into Tsurumaru's hand, his fingers pushing more of his clothes aside, reaching in to touch his chest, to let his nails scrape a little. ]
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By now, they've been together so long, he can tell when Aki is ready and when Aki is close... he'll stop, his hold loosening, fingers just barely brushing against the length of his cock.
... And he smiles.)
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He does make a wounded sound when he stops, though, leaning forward to press his forehead into Tsurumaru's shoulder, breathing out hard. It's rough, and a little cruel, but he's not complaining. He's not that upset, despite the petulant, pouty expression he wears.
It's fun. ]
Fuck...
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How cute.
( Teasing, endearing. The way Aki look sat him, so desperate, so impatient, so endearingly pitiful... it sparks something in him. )
You look so miserable. ( His fingers are barely a feather's touch when he moves his hand down, down, slow, barely touching,) Is this what you wanted?
( Being completely at his mercy? In a dark, abandoned place, away from everyone else. With the silver light of the moon flickering through thin, worn curtains and broken glass? That same light shining on Tsurumaru making him look almost ethereal even if he smiles like a devil?)
What do you want, A~ki~ku~n?
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[ Aki isn't against it, as twisted up as he feels inside right now, his body overheating and his cheeks flushed and hot. His eyes tilt up to gaze at Tsurumaru, drinking him in, devouring him, and he hisses out a soft sound as fingers brush over him. It's building up that tension again, and something in his stomach knots.
What does Tsurumaru want...
He looks beautiful in the night, and Aki kisses his jaw, hands resting on his thighs, anchoring himself into place.
His answer comes, without hesitation. ]
I want you to ruin me.
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( No matter how he might look or what wonderful sounds he might make, he knows he's enjoying this. He places his free hand on the back of Aki's head, twisting his fingers in his hair and gives a tug, pulling him away from him, stopping him worshipping anymore.
He leans forward to press his face against his chest, to leave a trail of kisses going up, to bury his face against his shoulder and breathe in deep, )
Ask me nicely.
( And slowly, one finger at a time, he wraps his hand around Aki again but doesn't move, )
Convince me.
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The kisses make his skin feel as if they're sparking a little, rushing through his body and leaving him flushed and wanting. The hand around him is anchoring, but he doesn't move his hips either, doesn't even attempt to seek out pleasure without permission, eyes dark as he gazes at Tsurumaru and drinks him in.
He's flushed, heated with it, filled with desire and want, but at the same time he wishes to be good.
If his cock twitches, that's not his fault. ]
Tsurumaru.
[ He's a touch hoarse. ]
I'm yours. I belong to you. No one else will ever touch me, see me like this. Do whatever you want with me. I can take it.
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You make it so hard...
( Shifting his weight, he stands up straight, pushes back against Aki. One hand still tangled in his hair, the other now moving to his hip to guid ehis movement. Aggressive, quick, swift, enough to make him trip but careful to help him keep his balance. )
How can I deny you?
( It's like a dance. His steps are quick, carefully made, and he guides Aki into the start of a dizzying spin. In a moment, their positions switch with Aki's back to the table, atop his white robe instead. As for Tsurumaru, he slides himself between Aki's legs, grabs a hand, and leans in more, more, more until his lips touch Aki's. )
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[ Aki moves with Tsurumaru because it feels insane to do anything else, wild and ridiculous to pretend that he doesn't want to be utterly at this man's mercy. On a good day, he'd be willing to do anything for Tsurumaru, would bow down to him without hesitation - but here, with this strange need to please him, he finds himself more willing than ever before, basking in being told what to do.
Shifting, comfortable on the table, he sighs, leaning into the kiss.
It feels right, feels good, even as he's denied, his cock hard and desperate to be touched again... But he's at Tsuru's mercy.
Anything he wants. Aki is so desperate to please.
Turning his head, he deepens the kiss a little, making a soft noise as his arm wraps around his fiancé to draw him closer, closer. ]
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( He promises. He would never deny him anything... at least, not for long. But right now, he wants to enjoy having this man completely at his mercy.
He kisses him relentlessly, hard and long. He won't even let Aki breathe unless he allows it right now and when he feels himself becoming breathless, he only kisses him more desperately, trying to drag it out as long as he can.
As close as he can be, he rocks forward, grinding against Aki, feeling Aki's cock against him and he groans. Before Aki can get even more worked up, he finally breaks away to breathe,)
Don't.
( Get too excited. Chase his own pleasure too quickly.
A kiss against his mouth, on his cheek, he wants to nuzzle against him, bury his face into his neck where he kisses him roughly, letting his teeth break through skin once and then again.
He laces his fingers with Aki's and squeezes. His other hand brushes against Aki's cock again, just briefly before he goes to grab the hand trying to work its away around his waist.)
Undress me.
( And he guides Aki's hand to his obi so it can be undone. )
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It would be so easy to fall into his arms and not let go, to reach for him and wish for more, so much more.
But he waits. He is under Tsuru's thumb, now, and he wants to please, wants to show his lover that he can do what is wanted from him.
His hand raises, stroking through Tsurumaru's hair as he's kissed, touched, completely at his mercy.
When the command comes, he doesn't hesitate. He reaches out, and his fingers slide to begin to strip him. ]
You're beautiful.
[ Aki says it often, but he means it every time, baring more skin for his fingers to touch. ]
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He gives his hand another squeeze and hums against his skin.)
I love you.
( He kisses him.
As Aki undoes his obi, as his kimono falls open, he leans in against him, warm skin rubbing against Aki's hard cock. It feels electric, lighting signals throughout him and he kisses him again,)
I love you. ( And again. ) My beautiful, handsome A-- ( He gasps as his own cock rubs against Aki's thigh, as he shifts closer and closer, ) Aki.
( He loves him so much. He wants to spoil him so badly. He wraps his hand around him again,)
I want to hear you.
( Hear what? The beautiful sounds he can make? His own confession? His own declaration to him? Yes, yes, yes, he starts to stroke again, slow, steady, urging. )
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Every single part of Tsurumaru feels perfect to him, right, handsome, everything he had never dared to dream to want. Somehow, he has found this man and found love, and it warms him, those dark parts of himself that he had ignored for so long settled and comfortable in the wake of being chosen.
The romance of it slips away as he focuses on the now, even as he's reminded of their love, even as he makes a soft noise at being touched, so clearly cherished in Tsurumaru's arms. ]
I love you. I've never loved anyone before you.
[ Which is true enough; past encounters were there, but nothing is like what the two of them share.
Tsurumaru is his heart, has his heart, and that's undeniable.
Aki's legs open to welcome him, an arm around Tsurumaru's waist, chasing the sensation of being touched and the intensity that follows with it. He whines, leaning forward and shivering, unable to hide how he feels.
He moans; he makes soft, breathless sounds, hitched in his throat, and he reaches out to hold on to Tsurumaru, anchoring himself as if letting go might kill him. ]
Tsuru... I need you.
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Humans are the ones who are supposed to have tools but Tsurumaru is a sword who has a man. And more impossibly, he's a man who has a lover. With Aki, he's more than just a tool. He's his lover, his fiance, his soon to be husband, his mate for life.
Jerking forward, he slides himself between Aki's legs. Running a hand through his hair, he brushes aside his bangs, and kisses his forehead. All the while, his hold becomes more deliberate as he pushes his hand up and down against the length of Aki's hard cock now. Not too hard, not to fast, just right, from months of being able to explore his body, of learning every inch of him,)
You have me.
( And he rocks against him, his own cock aching but he can wait. After Aki has been so good, so sweet, so perfect for him, he can wait he kisses Aki sweetly. Against his mouth, he purrs,)
You've been so good for me. You're always so good. ( Gently, he places a hand behind his neck and presses, pulling him closer into him. He feels the way Aki trembles against him and he shushes him as he pumps,) Do you want my hand?
( And slowing again, )
Or do you want to wait for something more?
( And he slides closer, his own cock against Aki's. )
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Other people might see Tsurumaru for one part of who he is, the sword or the man, but Aki finds himself adoring both. The man who climbs into bed with him, who cups his cheeks, who teases him and laughs at him and calls him boring - but the blade, too, sharp and dangerous, deadly, fitting so perfectly in his hands, as if they were made for one another. He knows Tsurumaru was not made for him, but the fantasy is sweet.
Breathing out, a little hard and rough, his eyes open, lidded and dark. His hips are pressing into the touch, wiggling a little, trying to get more - and so much more - but he cannot do more than accept what he's given, weak to the newness of Tsurumaru taking charge and giving him command. ]
I want...
[ What does he want?
The tease is agonising, his cock twitching at Tsurumaru's touch, his breathing coming out in hisses, almost hiccuping as he bites his lip and tries not to embarrass himself. Leaning forward, he rests his forehead on Tsurumaru's shoulder, whining and gripping at nothing, nails digging into his palms.
He feels as though he's floating, but being pulled closer and closer to something warm. ]
I want you to have me. To use me, however you please.
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He wonders if he's gone too far. He can hear it in the way he makes such miserably sweet noises, his breath trembling and breaking as he tries to answer him. He can see it in the way his eyes, hazy and dark, his body taut, doing everything he can to hold himself together. He can feel it when he leans against him, body hot and shaking, twitching in his hand as he denies himself for him. He's so beautiful, so miserable, so handsome, so pitiful, and just so, so good.
Nuzzling against him, he urges him to face him so their noses can brush together and he can kiss him sweetly like he deserves. At the same time, he brings his length against Aki's and he works them both with his hand. Finding the right amount of friction, he can feel the throb of Aki's cock against his own and he groans,)
Good. ( He's been so good for so long and he reaches to cup the back of Aki's neck to soothe him, ) You've waited long enough. ( Stroking, ) Go ahead.
( He permits it. It's been long enough and he's earned this. He earned it so long ago and while Tsurumaru isn't quite ready, he's close enough and he won't deny Aki anymore.)
I'll follow you.
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There's something warm and intense about the way he is being taken care of, the way that Tsurumaru touches him and kisses him. It's blissful, as if he is stuck in his lover's orbit and unable to do anything except gravitate to him, to lean into him and tuck himself into the warmth of the other man, feeling so content. There are no words to express the way he feels, flooded with the joy of it, but it remains there all the same.
Drawn into the kisses, unable to resist, he makes a soft noise against his mouth as they're finally pressed together, hips rocking against Tsurumaru's, his fingers twitching as he grasps hold of him, stroking against his warm, soft skin, the heat of Mexico an echo here.
Good, Tsuru says, and Aki moans.
He wants to be good, he has been good, completely at Tsurumaru's mercy, and there's no way for him to pause, now, shivering as he leans forward, deepening the kiss as his body arches and he comes. ]
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Aki comes into his hand and he jerks slightly against him. His fingers covered in slick, he continues to stroke steadily, coaxing every drop out of Aki all while he chases his own release. It doesn't take long until he follows after him with a shuddering groan and he leans into Aki. They both support each other, their bodies hot, letting out heavy and shaking breaths as a silence falls in the room as they ride out their release.,)
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Breathing out, he turns his head to press soft kisses against Tsurumaru's jaw and face, soft and sweet in his pleasure haze. ]
... Love you.
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He turns to kiss him in turn, his nose brushing against Aki's and feathering him with soft, dizzy kisses. Slowly, his hand uncurls around them and as much as he wants to wrap his arms around Aki right now, he doesn't, mindful of the slick on his hand. )
I love you. ( He settles into Aki's arms, kissing him more, missing his mouth, catching his breath,) I love you.
My dear, precious Aki...
( And he has to rest, pressing his face against his shoulder, his entire body relaxing against him, )
... Love you.
( So, so much. )
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Each time Tsurumaru says he loves him, it makes his heart feel like it'll burst.
Reaching out, he takes Tsurumaru's wrist, pressing a kiss there, careful. It's dirty, but... ]
Me too.
[ A twitch of his lips. ]
Do you want me to clean you, or shall we go elsewhere?
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He shifts slightly so Aki can handle him more easily and he watches quietly as he kisses his wrist. Sometimes he wonders if Aki knows what he's doing. His heart beats in his chest and he glances at Aki's face now, trying to see if this is intentional or not... Ah, he saw that.
Softly,)
It's dirty.
( And by now, Aki should know how much Tsurumaru dislikes being dirty. Right now, he definitely wants to clean but he would never make Aki clean him like this. He loves him too much. Respects him too much. And as his head clears, he finds himself being more mindful.
But he doesn't move save for a small twitch in his fingers. He doesn't say no. It's for Aki to decide. )
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It is dirty.
[ And Aki knows that Tsurumaru doesn't like to be dirty, isn't comfortable with it and would need to get into some kind of bath or shower sooner rather than later, but... Aki's still in the mindset of that overwhelming, needy desire, the burning urge inside of him, and the warmth of love and adoration that floods him and makes him feel warm and soft but also desperate.
An edge of need that hasn't quite gone away, hasn't quite faltered, even now.
This is how he feels towards Tsurumaru; adoration, need, want, love, all of it.
There's no more hesitation as he leans in, letting his tongue curl against Tsurumaru's hand, his fingers, humming softly. ]
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( He starts to pull his hand away by reflex free hand reaching out to stop him only to freeze in place. A shudder runs through him and he gasps, watching as Aki licks him clean.
He isn't ticklish but he feels so incredibly sensitive right now, his fingers twitching when his tongue brushes over a certain part, warm, wet, soft. The entire time, he watches with quiet bewilderment, cheeks glowing pink as he realizes what he's doing. Why he's doing it. This is devotion. Intense, maddening, shameless devotion as he takes care of him and cleans him up, as he takes every part of him, even the parts of him that are filthy and debased.
He'd once asked Aki if he would still love him even if he wasn't beautiful. Even if he undone and graceless and not sweet. He'd said he'd love him through it all. Even if he was bitter or sour. No matter what.
His heart swells in his chest and he stretches his fingers out to touch his lips, to trace the shape of his mouth. )
Really, you... ( He can't even finish. He just giggles, a little giddy, so endeared. When he's almost finished, when he's practically clean, he leans in, ) Let me give you something sweeter.
( To kiss him sweetly, softly, like a gentle lover. Because sometimes they burn and they crash against each other and everything is fast and they lose themselves in all the rush of emotion there are other ways to love. Quiet nights in bed, resting in each other's arms, just enjoying each other's company, taking it slow, caring for each other in quiet ways.)
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There's no reason to, not when it feels so good, when he enjoys the warmth of Tsuru's expression, the way he leans into him, the flush to his cheeks and the burn of desire that curls through him. It's not quite enough that he thinks he'd be able to go again, that he would be able to come for a second time, but enough that he feels a happy, butterfly-style warmth that settles him.
The giggle softens him, and his eyes tilt up as he gazes at Tsuru, his eyes crinkled with the bright smile on his face. ]
Anything from you is sweet.
[ The kiss is soft, gentle, his arm wrapping around him again and drawing him close, nuzzling into his jaw with a soft sound. ]
I love you... [ A kiss to his cheek, forehead, a hum. ] Let me clean you up.
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