[ 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.
( It's so easy to settle against him again, letting himself be pulled closer into his embrace where he feels so naturally comfortable and secure. Gentle kisses, nuzzles, brushing their noses against each other, humming softly, sighing contently. He wishes they were somewhere else now, lying in bed against each each other, back home where they're so much more free, )
Mhm.
( He hums in agreement. How can he say no to Aki when he has him like this? He tells himself its only for a little more. While he'd still prefer to wash in a bath, he'll let his fiance take care of him. He knows he wants this. He won't deny him.)
You should take care of me more.
( Not that he isn't already spoiled with care and attention but he thinks to himself that when this is all over, they should do something special. Kissing him on the cheek, )
[ Aki can't help himself, too engaged and content with being devoted to Tsurumaru and giving him all he has. There's no pause or hesitation, the warmth blooming in his chest and making him feel a thousand and one bright sparks inside himself, breathing out softly as he nuzzles his nose into his partner, enjoying it.
Truthfully, he doesn't want to move, but... Needs must. ]
Always. I always will.
[ That's what their marriage means.
He layers kisses over Tsurumaru's jaw and neck, scraping his teeth just for fun, and hums sweetly. ]
( Soft but dangerous. That is what this is and he makes quiet gasps every time he grazes against his skin, even shuddering when he nips at more sensitive and vulnerable spots. Briefly he wonders if they could go for another round but as love drunk as he is, he's aware enough that this isn't the time or place. In fact, maybe... no, they shouldn't have done this at all in the first place.
Murmuring against him, half-hearted)
Aki...
( He doesn't want it to stop. He still wants to enjoy this and he slips his arms over and around Aki's shoulders in an all too comfortable embrace. Again, whining because despite what he knows, he can't help but kiss him again just because he can,)
Aki.
( He grounds himself by holding onto him, urging himself to settle against him,)
We should... ( Stop. But he doesn't want it to. Placing his hand against Aki's face, nudging him to look up at him. As soon as he sees his face, his eyes, the way he looks at him, he can feel himself start to fall again. Aki is handsome. He's beautiful. He's his. Tsurumaru gives him an apologetic smile, ) If we take too long, someone will find us.
( And if it weren't for that, he wouldn't want to stop. )
[ They should stop, absolutely - this is hardly a private place, and despite his racing heart and the way he always wants to touch and take care of Tsurumaru, he knows that they should go back to camp. They should be sensible, and not allow themselves to fall into the trap of a second round, of more of that indulgent heat and heady pleasure.
Self-control has never felt so awful.
The soft smile on Tsurumaru's face settles him, and he nods, leaning in to press another kiss to his mouth, his jaw, and leaving it there, too close to indulging and getting himself into trouble to risk it. Instead, he leans back, stretching his back as he arch his chest forward.
Did something crack? Ugh. ]
There's probably a river or something nearby if we need it.
[ Dark eyes cast over Tsurumaru's face. ]
Or we could go back to camp and find a proper shower.
Steadying himself, he stands a little straighter and takes a moment to just remember how to function again. As Aki stretches, Tsurumaru begins to wrap the front of his kimono again, the front a little too loose but it doesn't matter when they're going to wash up soon anyway. He makes a note to himself to give him a massage later but right now, he watches Aki, eyes tracing the path of scratches and bites on him. )
Its better to go to camp.
(Though… Gently, he reaches out to touch the bite mark on Aki's neck, )
It's getting dark… so they might not see.
( And he lets out a laugh in disbelief, )
Hah… I'm surprised.
( They really did this. They really went at it. In the middle of Mexican jungle on a warm summer evening.)
[ A kiss, and a kiss, and another, and it's all he wants.
It would be too easy to indulge, to take more, to let himself keep loving Tsurumaru like this, but... He has to resist the urge. They do need to get back, and a mission does await them.
Sighing softly, he nods his head, feeling a prickle of heat on his face. ]
They can see.
[ A more rational, sober Aki might mind more, but delirious as he is right now... He wants the world to know who he belongs to.
( "They can see" he says and Tsurumaru lets out a light laugh. )
How surprising.
( He shouldn't be surprised by how proudly Aki wears his love for him for others but maybe this is just another one of those ways he's old fashioned at heart. He's a little more conservative, more reserved, careful to not let others see too much of him that he reserves just for Aki.
As for the question... he's quiet for a moment and he covers his mouth, the edge of his kimono's sleeve covering part of his face. He hides the way his cheeks start to burn and his embarrassed smile as everything begins to catch up to him, )
I did. I wonder...
( He did start it and now that he thinks about it, he thinks how out of character that is for him. In the moment though...? )
I suddenly wanted to see you. ( And even now, just recalling it makes him feel light and warm again, ) The more I thought about you, the more restless I became...
( Until it was all he could think about. Until he could only think about him and how much he wanted him.
Shifting slightly, he finds himself giggling at the whole thing now, still tipsy with desire, buzzing with affection. Usually cool and composed, right now, he's more like a teen confessing to a crush right now, a mix of honest emotion and clumsy embarrassment.)
[ Isn't that their thing, now? To surprise one another, to find joy in each other, to sink into the sweetness and enjoy it.
Aki likes to tease him, to surprise him, to do things that he enjoys and see the sparkle of warmth and joy in Tsurumaru's eyes. He likes the soft sounds he makes, and the delight that colours his face. The way he yearns to see more and more of Tsurumaru's happiness and his joy gives his life a little more meaning - and it makes him happy.
This is happiness to him, now.
Leaning in, he takes another kiss, laughing against his lover's mouth.
The 'heh'... It makes him smile, coy. ]
That's how I feel every single time I think about you. Don't you feel it?
He clasps Aki's hand in both of his and leans in to kiss it, to bring it to his face, and just feel his touch against his skin. When he does, he smiles fondly, the face of utter satisfaction. Like a cat rubbing against someone's leg, purring so contently, Tsurumaru hums and simply feels for a moment.)
Mhm.
( Humming, )
Even without these rings, I can feel it. Always.
( And opening his eyes, lashes fluttering so pretty for him, bright with adoration and devotion, )
I love you so much. When this mission is over... ( When they're back in Tokyo and they have time to rest... ) We'll continue.
[ The soft kisses, the tenderness, all the warmth after their moments of passion and intensity - it makes him smile, leaning in and basking in the sensations that run through him and make him feel so at peace.
Tsurumaru truly is his anchor. He feels grounded, safe, content... Happy.
How funny. How odd. ]
I love you. I love you more than I can say.
[ Leaning down, he steals another kiss, soft and slow before he finally makes to move and get up. ]
( There is no maybe about it. It's been awhile since their last trip and when he thinks about it... it's been almost a year, hasn't it? Ah, )
It'll be special.
( And he'll turn to start and get dressed again... but also to hide his smile. They've taken long enough and he knows if he gets too excited again, they'll really never leave. Still, Aki can definitely feel it from his ring: Excitement, a sort of fluttery feeling in the chest, the type of giddiness that makes you just want to dance.
He doesn't look back until he's finished dressing. It isn't quite the perfect look. The front is a little loose and he still needs to put on his robe. He's fixed his hair the best he can even if some of it still sticks to his forehead because of the warmth and humidity of the jungle at night. Still, there's no point in looking perfectly presentable when they're about to go bathe, )
How do I look?
( Not too obvious for when they go out again?
Pay no mind to the bite marks on his neck, standing out brightly against his pale skin having not had enough time to heal just yet. )
[ That's not exactly what Tsurumaru meant and Aki's well aware of it - but the compliment comes all the same, because it feels easy to give. They have to fold themselves back into formality, have to tuck the pieces of themselves back together before they return to the outside world, and while it's a struggle, they can do it.
There's a promise in place for the future. Something special and sweet, just for them.
Aki gets himself dressed up and put back together, tucking himself away and redoing his hair before he turns to look at his lover, his eyes landing on the bite marks and his smile curling. ]
Everyone will know what we did. They'll be surprised.
( It isn't the answer he wanted but its one he accepts all the same. He smiles, clearly proud because this is how he always gets when someone compliments his appearance. It leaves him satisfied for now and he can take his time to, in turn appreciate his lover.
It isn't until he makes that last comment that he snaps out from his trance and places a hand to his neck. Adjusting his collar, he smiles sheepishly,)
Only you.
( Some things are for Aki's eyes (and ears) only.)
[ Aki has to physically resist the urge to lean down and press his mouth over Tsurumaru's skin once more, breathing out softly and taking his hand instead, linking their fingers. ]
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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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Mhm.
( He hums in agreement. How can he say no to Aki when he has him like this? He tells himself its only for a little more. While he'd still prefer to wash in a bath, he'll let his fiance take care of him. He knows he wants this. He won't deny him.)
You should take care of me more.
( Not that he isn't already spoiled with care and attention but he thinks to himself that when this is all over, they should do something special. Kissing him on the cheek, )
A little more. Then we'll go wash up.
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Truthfully, he doesn't want to move, but... Needs must. ]
Always. I always will.
[ That's what their marriage means.
He layers kisses over Tsurumaru's jaw and neck, scraping his teeth just for fun, and hums sweetly. ]
Just for you.
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Murmuring against him, half-hearted)
Aki...
( He doesn't want it to stop. He still wants to enjoy this and he slips his arms over and around Aki's shoulders in an all too comfortable embrace. Again, whining because despite what he knows, he can't help but kiss him again just because he can,)
Aki.
( He grounds himself by holding onto him, urging himself to settle against him,)
We should... ( Stop. But he doesn't want it to. Placing his hand against Aki's face, nudging him to look up at him. As soon as he sees his face, his eyes, the way he looks at him, he can feel himself start to fall again. Aki is handsome. He's beautiful. He's his. Tsurumaru gives him an apologetic smile, ) If we take too long, someone will find us.
( And if it weren't for that, he wouldn't want to stop. )
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Self-control has never felt so awful.
The soft smile on Tsurumaru's face settles him, and he nods, leaning in to press another kiss to his mouth, his jaw, and leaving it there, too close to indulging and getting himself into trouble to risk it. Instead, he leans back, stretching his back as he arch his chest forward.
Did something crack? Ugh. ]
There's probably a river or something nearby if we need it.
[ Dark eyes cast over Tsurumaru's face. ]
Or we could go back to camp and find a proper shower.
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Steadying himself, he stands a little straighter and takes a moment to just remember how to function again. As Aki stretches, Tsurumaru begins to wrap the front of his kimono again, the front a little too loose but it doesn't matter when they're going to wash up soon anyway. He makes a note to himself to give him a massage later but right now, he watches Aki, eyes tracing the path of scratches and bites on him. )
Its better to go to camp.
(Though… Gently, he reaches out to touch the bite mark on Aki's neck, )
It's getting dark… so they might not see.
( And he lets out a laugh in disbelief, )
Hah… I'm surprised.
( They really did this. They really went at it. In the middle of Mexican jungle on a warm summer evening.)
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It would be too easy to indulge, to take more, to let himself keep loving Tsurumaru like this, but... He has to resist the urge. They do need to get back, and a mission does await them.
Sighing softly, he nods his head, feeling a prickle of heat on his face. ]
They can see.
[ A more rational, sober Aki might mind more, but delirious as he is right now... He wants the world to know who he belongs to.
Embarrassing. ]
You started it. Why are you surprised?
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How surprising.
( He shouldn't be surprised by how proudly Aki wears his love for him for others but maybe this is just another one of those ways he's old fashioned at heart. He's a little more conservative, more reserved, careful to not let others see too much of him that he reserves just for Aki.
As for the question... he's quiet for a moment and he covers his mouth, the edge of his kimono's sleeve covering part of his face. He hides the way his cheeks start to burn and his embarrassed smile as everything begins to catch up to him, )
I did. I wonder...
( He did start it and now that he thinks about it, he thinks how out of character that is for him. In the moment though...? )
I suddenly wanted to see you. ( And even now, just recalling it makes him feel light and warm again, ) The more I thought about you, the more restless I became...
( Until it was all he could think about. Until he could only think about him and how much he wanted him.
Shifting slightly, he finds himself giggling at the whole thing now, still tipsy with desire, buzzing with affection. Usually cool and composed, right now, he's more like a teen confessing to a crush right now, a mix of honest emotion and clumsy embarrassment.)
Heh.
( Heheh. )
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[ Isn't that their thing, now? To surprise one another, to find joy in each other, to sink into the sweetness and enjoy it.
Aki likes to tease him, to surprise him, to do things that he enjoys and see the sparkle of warmth and joy in Tsurumaru's eyes. He likes the soft sounds he makes, and the delight that colours his face. The way he yearns to see more and more of Tsurumaru's happiness and his joy gives his life a little more meaning - and it makes him happy.
This is happiness to him, now.
Leaning in, he takes another kiss, laughing against his lover's mouth.
The 'heh'... It makes him smile, coy. ]
That's how I feel every single time I think about you. Don't you feel it?
[ Lifting Tsurumaru's hand, he kisses his ring. ]
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He clasps Aki's hand in both of his and leans in to kiss it, to bring it to his face, and just feel his touch against his skin. When he does, he smiles fondly, the face of utter satisfaction. Like a cat rubbing against someone's leg, purring so contently, Tsurumaru hums and simply feels for a moment.)
Mhm.
( Humming, )
Even without these rings, I can feel it. Always.
( And opening his eyes, lashes fluttering so pretty for him, bright with adoration and devotion, )
I love you so much. When this mission is over... ( When they're back in Tokyo and they have time to rest... ) We'll continue.
( Right where they left off. He promises. )
I'll spirit you away. No one will ever find us.
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Tsurumaru truly is his anchor. He feels grounded, safe, content... Happy.
How funny. How odd. ]
I love you. I love you more than I can say.
[ Leaning down, he steals another kiss, soft and slow before he finally makes to move and get up. ]
It's a date. A whole weekend, maybe, just for us.
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( There is no maybe about it. It's been awhile since their last trip and when he thinks about it... it's been almost a year, hasn't it? Ah, )
It'll be special.
( And he'll turn to start and get dressed again... but also to hide his smile. They've taken long enough and he knows if he gets too excited again, they'll really never leave. Still, Aki can definitely feel it from his ring: Excitement, a sort of fluttery feeling in the chest, the type of giddiness that makes you just want to dance.
He doesn't look back until he's finished dressing. It isn't quite the perfect look. The front is a little loose and he still needs to put on his robe. He's fixed his hair the best he can even if some of it still sticks to his forehead because of the warmth and humidity of the jungle at night. Still, there's no point in looking perfectly presentable when they're about to go bathe, )
How do I look?
( Not too obvious for when they go out again?
Pay no mind to the bite marks on his neck, standing out brightly against his pale skin having not had enough time to heal just yet. )
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[ That's not exactly what Tsurumaru meant and Aki's well aware of it - but the compliment comes all the same, because it feels easy to give. They have to fold themselves back into formality, have to tuck the pieces of themselves back together before they return to the outside world, and while it's a struggle, they can do it.
There's a promise in place for the future. Something special and sweet, just for them.
Aki gets himself dressed up and put back together, tucking himself away and redoing his hair before he turns to look at his lover, his eyes landing on the bite marks and his smile curling. ]
Everyone will know what we did. They'll be surprised.
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It isn't until he makes that last comment that he snaps out from his trance and places a hand to his neck. Adjusting his collar, he smiles sheepishly,)
Only you.
( Some things are for Aki's eyes (and ears) only.)
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[ Aki has to physically resist the urge to lean down and press his mouth over Tsurumaru's skin once more, breathing out softly and taking his hand instead, linking their fingers. ]
I'll put them where only I can see them.