There had been a little tension from his general irritation of Muramasa existing around swords and Silco offering him cold drinks, but generally it's been fine. He's had no reason to complain, and it's been a good distraction from how difficult the trip to Sendai had been and the emotional weight of returning and knowing things won't be the same. Everything between him and Denji will remain sharp and painful, and his heart aches when he thinks about it.
So he tries not to.
Leaning into Tsurumaru is instinct, makes him happy, and he hums softly as he nods his head.
One more.
Tapping their drinks together, he lets the glasses make a soft noise before he lifts his own to his mouth and takes a long swallow, expression settling into its usual warmth - the kind that is reserved mostly for Tsurumaru these days. ]
( One more for the road. One more to wrap up the night. And then they can return to the base, freshen up, and rest after a job well done. )
I love parties.
( He really does. He may be distant and flighty at times but the truth is, he's a sociable and friendly person. He thrives in social settings and handles them easily.
Taking a sip from his own glass, he smiles back at Aki. It's different from the smile he'd had just a second ago, when he was excited about the gala. Now, he gives Aki a warm, loving smile in turn. )
[ Aki knows a lot about Tsurumaru, now. That he loves surprises, that he's endeared by Aki being human, that he loves deeply, that there's a spot on his neck that makes him shiver and shake and that he adores his ridiculous watermelon game. He knows, too, that he loves parties, is an extrovert, likes to socialise and be around people.
He finds it more draining, but he's getting better at it, even around strangers.
Slowly, he lets one arm wrap around Tsuru as he takes more of his drink, feeling warm... But he always feels this way around his lover. ]
I'm not tired enough to need to leave right now. We can wait a little.
( He loves him. He loves Aki so much for being so human, for being so good to him, for taking such good care of him. And it makes him want to return everything. All of his love, all of his affection, all of his care, everything. If he's a crane, he'll make sure to return everything a thousand times over.
He scoots over a little more, settling against Aki's side and just enjoying how close they are. This had all started off as an assignment but now, it feels more like a date and he finds himself smiling into his glass, )
The base is so far from here... would you like to call a taxi? Or we could go for a walk together.
( It's so late, he can only imagine the convenience stores and some of the bars would be open now so its not like they can really stop by anywhere along the way.)
I wonder what's open this late....
( And he laughs a little to himself, )
Ah, well! I don't mind spending the night with you.
[ It's starting to feel warm in here, which he assumes is a side effect of all the people still enjoying the dancing and the flush of alcohol in his system. He doesn't think too much about it, not even when he leans close, pressing a kiss to the side of Tsurumaru's head, fingers stroking absently along his back, tracing the shape of his spine, his hip.
His lover is beautiful, handsome, stunning - all words that trip on his tongue and make him feel flushed and warm. ]
The fresh air would be nice.
[ Another kiss, this time against the solid bone of Tsuru's cheek, and he closes his eyes, finishing his drink.
He's happy. He feels so happy... ]
I want to spend the night with you. I always want to spend the night with you, you know...
( He leans into Aki's touch easily. When they're close, he can smell the scent of Aki's shampoo and cologne, pleasant and familiar, instantly a source of comfort for him. Fingertips brush down his back, down to his hip and he gives a small, careful smile. It's the perfect balance of pleased but not wanting to appear too excited in public.
Oh. He wants to kiss him. He smells so good. He would taste even sweeter. But Tsurumaru has always been more conservative when it comes to public displays of their affection. In the last year, he's become more open about it, holding hands, wrapping himself around his arm, sneaking kisses every now and while there is no hiding his adoration for his one and only, he makes sure to behave. They both do. The image they cast in front of everyone else is so different from how they truly are.
Leaning in, he gives Aki an innocent kiss on the cheek, smiling against his skin only to pull away, )
We always spend the night together.
( He knows that isn't what he means but still, he has to tease, )
Aki. ( His dear, sweet, precious Aki. ) You look pleased.
( Glowing with warmth. And is that a smile? Reaching out, he places a hand on Aki's cheek adoringly, gently turning his face so he can get a better look at his face. So he can see those beautiful blue eyes.)
[ They're going to walk, they're going to home together, and a flush of possessiveness floods Aki that makes him want nothing more than to grasp on to the man in front of him and not let go, a need to keep the man in front of him as close as he can get. He doesn't like the idea of anyone else looking at Tsurumaru when he's happy and warm and soft, all the intimacy that's for him alone.
The jealousy he is accustomed to, but not quite to this level or this intensity, and that makes him tilt his head, frowning. It's not normally this... Bad.
The thought goes as quickly as it comes, leaning in, pressing his face against the palm on his cheek, breathing out softly, feeling so fond and so filled with adoration and love. It's hard for him to focus on anything else, and he licks his lips absently, cheek getting warmer under his lover's fingers. ]
I am pleased. I'm going home with you.
[ A kiss to his nose. Avoiding his lips, for now, but it's clear that he wants it. ]
( It's contagious. With every touch, with every kiss, his skin sparks and his heart skips a beat. He knows what Aki wants. He wants it too. And while he might not realize how hot Aki will burn, he's plenty eager to indulge in the flame.
Pushing their glasses back, pulling Aki away so they can just leave. He's careful not to move too quickly. Every movement is carefully measured and controlled as he starts to lead them away from the door, across the venue, towards the exit, )
Let's go, Aki-kun.
( And instantly, as soon as he finishes speaking, he sends Aki a simple message, )
[ Aki can't help himself, can't resist the pull, as if magnetised and drawn towards Tsurumaru in a way that feels familiar; it's the kind of lust and adoration that he knows intimately, that floods him whenever they're alone together, but he hasn't felt it so desperately since... He can't remember the last time he felt this desperate or needy without some kind of outside influence making him feel as if he's being torn apart from the heat.
They walk together carefully, but he feels as if all the eyes in the room are on him, devouring him, knowing the thoughts in his mind - the urge to touch, to kiss, to bite. It's a familiar sensation, wanting to keep Tsurumaru close, to kiss him, to mark him, but he swallows it back, just for a little while longer.
He doesn't know what is happening. ]
Yeah.
[ The fact that they can send messages like this...
( They're walking. They're racing. Even if he's careful not to move to quickly and he does everything he can to keep himself from breaking into a run, he still walks briskly, leading Aki down the dark but neon-illuminated lights of the city.
Tilting his head up high, he lets out a note,)
Hmm,~♩
( He hums to the the tune of "A". A like the first sound in Aki's name. The same sound he always gets stuck on when they spend the night together. The one he always sings, short and long, low and loud.
Meanwhile, he lets out a laugh, bright and playful as they stop at a crosswalk with a red light.)
Hahaha! Was that silly?
( There aren't many people out at this hour. There are people leaving clubs, salarymen collapsed on the sidewalk in a drunken stupor, men and women holding up signs and trying to lure new customers to another bar. Men showing off their fancy cars with dates they'll never see again and trucks playing loud, idol songs, advertising for late night karaoke.
As they wait for the light to turn green, he gives Aki's hand a squeeze,)
We can go to the same one as before.
( The last hotel they were at. One that they both enjoyed and would said they would be happy to return to again. It's not too far from where they are but still some ways off. If he knew how Aki was feeling, he'd surely pick a closer spot out of mercy. But as they wait under the warm, dim red light of the traffic light, Tsurumaru places a hand to Aki's cheek,)
Are you out of breath already? ( He speaks gently, voice soft with concern, ) You look flushed.
[ Aki doesn't know what is going on, but the impatience is getting the better of him. He's always excited to spend time with Tsurumaru, always excited to fall into his arms and touch him, love him, but it feels more sharp and intense all of a sudden, as if he's drunk on the allure of it. It doesn't register in his mind that there's anything wrong, not when he's far too comfortable with the familiarity of desire that comes when they're together.
Perhaps he's a little drunk, the bare scraps of alcohol he'd had enough to twist in his stomach and lower his inhibitions. That could easily be the case. It wouldn't be the first time that he had been tipsy enough to do something he regretted - but he won't regret any moment he shared with his lover, with Tsurumaru at his side. He's too happy, too content. ]
A little, but I don't mind it.
[ Their fingers are linked, and Aki squeezes them softly.
He's determined to walk, pace quickening, the desire and the need he feels hitting him - and he wants to get there faster. He wants to peel the layers off and touch him, to put his mouth to skin and taste him, devour him, keep him - to touch and touch until he feels overwhelmed by it. His adoration is so real, so paramount, that all he can do is try to keep it tempered before it explodes.
Eyes widening when Tsurumaru stops him, turning his head and blinking, breathing out softly. ]
( He says he isn't out of breath but it only makes Tsurumaru's brow furrow more. Maybe he's beginning to sense something. They've been together so long, it wouldn't take much for either of them to realize when something slight is off. He doesn't think Aki has had too much to drink but he wonders if maybe he missed something at the gala. Maybe Aki had more when he wasn't looking. When they split up to mingle and gather information for a time.
Still, that isnt' enough to worry. What's a little bit of alcohol between them? It wouldn't be the worst thing they'd gotten intoxicated on.
(Briefly, just briefly, he recalls their encounter in Mexico.) )
Aki-kun... ( He rubs his thumb along his face, trying to soothe him. The crossing light is still red but the cars on the street have begun to slow as the traffic light turns red. ) Are you feeling impatient?
( The ocular implant in his eye flickers as he begins to search for something closer. Immediately around them, there are closed restaurants, bars, clubs, karaoke joints, a kebab stand with a high rating, too many convenience stores, internet cafes... and finally, a "resort hotel" just a few minutes away.
Tsurumaru sends Aki a link. An inexpensive hotel with gaudy decorations and a random, tropical jungle theme. Its' different from the usual places they might visit but the pictures and rates are good... if Aki cares to notice those.)
[ It is strange, and for a moment Aki has to consider if something bad has happened, if there's something wrong with him; it wouldn't be unfounded given the fact that so many strange things happen to them in this place. It doesn't seem to be causing him any real damage, just lowering his inhibitions just a little, enough that he's not sure if he can handle waiting too much longer when Tsurumaru is right there.
In the morning, he is definitely going to be embarrassed.
Leaning closer, turning his head, he presses his lips against the corner of Tsurumaru's mouth gently.
It's hard to resist... So hard. ]
I am.
[ Impatient is a word for it.
As soon as he gets the ping for the hotel, he's grabbing Tsurumaru's hand and starting to walk them towards the place, trying to ignore the heat in his body and the strange tight feeling, the flush to his cheeks. Is his arousal obvious? It's a good thing these kinds of places don't tend to have a front desk to worry about.
Breathless, he turns to glance back at his lover. ]
( And like that, the tables turn. He's the one being tugged at, pulled away into the night as he follows after Aki. It happens so quickly and Aki seems so eager, he can't help but let out a loud, bright laugh as he trails behind him.)
You're making me excited.
( His voice is playful and calm but its true. He isn't affected the same way Aki is but his feelings are infectious. He doesn't need their ring to sense it. He might not realize how raw his desire is right now but he knows what he wants. And he's all too happy to indulge him, to spoil him, to have all of him. Aki loves him. He takes care of him. He makes him feel good. Tsuru loves him too. He wants to take care of him in turn. He wants to make him feel good too.
He'll tease Aki for this in the morning.
When they arrive at the hotel, it's just like they expect. There's no front desk and instead, there's just a self-checkin service to register with. He's always let Aki handle this in the past. He's so much better at using the technology in this world than him, after all but... Aki seems more impatient than usual. More reckless.
Wrapped around his arm, hanging lovingly at his side, he reaches over to help if he needs to. Leaning against him, nuzzling his face against his arm, he whispers calmly, )
A little longer, darling. ( They just have to get their digital key and take the elevator up, ) You're doing so well.
( And he knows how desperately Aki wants to be good for him. )
[ It's not quite that he is losing his mind and his control, but he is feeling the sharp edge of need and desire that prickles through him and makes him want to keep his lover as close as he can get. His adoration is obvious, and his heart feels like it's racing in his chest.
To think that Tsurumaru is getting excited, too... He's flushed, and desperate to get to their room.
His need, his want is raw, and real, overwhelming, making him close to whisking him into a side road and grabbing him for as many kisses as he can get. Aki knows that isn't logical, it's not a good idea - this isn't like Mexico with a safe, abandoned space for them to mess around in - but it thrums through him, something he craves. Something that makes him feel tight with his want.
They check in, they head to the lift, and Aki tugs Tsurumaru against him as soon as they're in a brief flicker of privacy, his eyes dark and filled with want. ]
I don't want to wait.
[ But the praise gets to him, makes him warm, hard in his boxers and practically shivering with it, and he crowds Tsurumaru against the wall, leans down to brush his nose against his cheek, to kiss his jaw, to squeeze his eyes shut. ]
(He leans against the elevator wall, settling back on the handle bar with Aki close for support. It goes up, one floor... another... slowly, slowly climbing up in what feels like half-time to him.
He lifts his arms up and around, wrapping them around Aki's shoulders so he can pull him down closer to meet him. Their noses meet, he nuzzles against him, and his mouth is so close he can practically taste Aki but he doesn't kiss him. Not yet even if he wants to. He wants to kiss him too.)
Not yet.
(If they start now, it would be like releasing the dam. Everything would spill out. He doesn't think they would stop. Stroking the back of his neck soothingly, he whispers quietly as the elevator hums, getting closer and closer to their floor,)
Be good.
( One more floor. He's no where near as hard as Aki but he can feel his excitement building more and more. He's always preferred more traditional clothes. Everything feels tighter in this suit and he just wants to take it off.)
We're almost there. Don't forget the key code.
( For their room.
With a ding, the elevator door opens (agonizingly slow). They're out before the doors even fully open.)
[ All Aki wants is to kiss him, all he wants to do is press their mouths together, to grip at him and never let go. It feels physically painful to be separated from him, to not be allowed to kiss him, to not be able to get what he wants, and he knows he is being teased. He knows that this is torture, and that Tsurumaru is keeping him on that sharp edge.
Breathing out, he practically whines with his desire, bowing his head a little. Trying to wrestle his control back is intense and rough, but he does his best. For Tsurumaru, he will always do his best.
Slowly, he leans back. ]
I am. I will.
[ The praise soothes him, like he's some kind of wild, feral animal.
As soon as the doors open, he's grabbing his lover and pulling him along, to their room. He fumbles once or twice with the little plastic card, annoyed, but eventually they're inside and Aki can tug Tsurumaru with him, twisting to press him back against the nearest wall and press his face into his neck.
Immediately, he is kissing, biting, scraping his teeth, filled with too much desperation. ]
( He isn't human. He doesn't try to be either. The love he feels for Aki is not the type of love two humans have for one another. No. He loves having Aki's complete and utter devotion. He loves to be the focus of Aki's obsession. And he loves to have Aki all for himself. If he wasn't restrained by the laws of this world and this human form, he'd surely take Aki away. Remove him from this world, take him some where far, keep him all for himself, devoted, obsessed, possessive, exciting, dangerous, and more.
It's cute watching Aki fumble at the door and as soon as they're inside and the door is shut behind them, he surrenders.
Back against the wall, he cranes his neck so Aki can have more of him. )
Ah—
( Aki. He can't even finish it and he lets out a sharp, sweet whine as he feels teeth break skin.
Please, Aki says and Tsurumaru hums something that sounds like a mix of affirmation and pleasure. He slides his leg between Aki's bending at the knee for him.)
You're already like this.
( So, so hard for him. It's even more than he expected. How long was he like this? Swinging an arm around Aki, he runs his fingers through his hair, scraping against his scalp, and tugs so he can look at his face. His eyes are bright, practically glowing in the dark of the room, pupils slit in that unnatural, dangerous way. He sounds so much older than he appears. A loving kami praising the most human man when he speaks, )
Good boy.
( And he kisses him with a crash of teeth and tongue, hot, wanting, needing, selfish, giving.)
[ Aki truly is the opposite: he is so human, so painfully human that the emotions threaten to get the better of him. They run through his body like lava, thundering in his mind and leaving him weak, breathless. It’s not just the lust and unfathomable desire, but the overwhelming love and adoration. He might not show it explicitly in public, but when they’re alone together, when the quiet warmth of family settle like a blanket he knows he can share it all, that Tsuru will accept him.
The flood of need is more prominent now, however, bludgeoning him with it, unable to resist the alarming need to touch, to kiss, to press his mouth against any bared skin. Aki wants to drop to his knees and press kisses to Tsuru’s hip, his waist, his thighs, wants to take him deep in his throat and pleasure him beyond imagining. He wants to show his love and his devotion with all the warmth and breathless tenderness that he can muster.
It’s too hard to pull his mouth away, at first, until Tsuru speaks and he can’t stop the way his body shivers for him. ]
This is how I am, when I think of you. When we’re alone together, it’s like this.
[ A leg between his own gives him something to rock against, and the soft noises he makes are sweet and breathless against flushed skin.
The kiss is what draws him out, deepening it, chasing the taste of his lover’s tongue, chasing the way it feels to grip at him and feel anchored. His teeth scrape, eyes closed as he enjoys it, even as wandering fingers slip around the layers his lover wears, wanting to remove them.
All of that comes crashing down at the praise, however, Aki’s body practically stuttering as it rocks through him, his hips jerking forward in slow grind. He can’t stop himself, breaking the kiss and almost whimpering against Tsuru’s mouth, overwhelmed by something as simple as praise, as touch, as the devotion he feels tearing him into needy little pieces.
Staring up at Tsurumaru, he licks his lips. ]
Let me taste you. Let me show you, that I’m good. That I’m yours.
( This is how he is. This is how they are. Even if Tsurumaru isn't the one affected by whatever is coursing through Aki, it only takes a touch, glance, a few choice words, and he falls down from his heaven into the world of man. Into the arms of one man.
Aki pulls away and Tsurumaru pulls him close again. No, he won't let him get away so easily and he wraps his arms around his shoulders, hugging him to his chest, their faces so close that he can brush his nose against Aki's and kiss him on the edge of his mouth one more time.
He looks up at Aki through long lashes and a tremble of excitement runs through him when he sees his face. He's never seen Aki like this before. He wonders if this is what he looked like in the dark of an abandoned shelter in a Mexican jungle.)
Look at you... I'm falling in love again!
( And his body suddenly relaxes, bending back so he can hang from Aki's shoulders, his leg grinding against Aki playfully, )
[ The two of them kiss, drawn together, pressed close, unable to stop. They kiss, and kiss, and kiss, mouths bruised, hands touching, holding and twisting together, and it is all perfect. Everything the two of them do together feels like perfection to him, and he feels so warm, so happy that he barely feels human, barely feels himself, an out-of-body experience of joy and contentment.
When they pause, when they lean back to settle, his eyes are dark, cheeks flushed, hands lifting to cup his lover's cheeks, to press his thumbs gently into his cheekbones, to gaze at his face, to memorise the way he looks right now. It's heaven, it's perfect, it's all he wanted and all he needs for the rest of his short, broken little life.
Slowly, hands drawn down, he hefts Tsurumaru up by his hips, urging him to wrap his legs around his waist, almost unblinking with how much he is fuelled by these sensations. ]
Never stop, in that case.
[ A rock of his hips, urging Tsurumaru against the wall, another bruising, biting kiss, and then he's twisting around to take him to the bed. ]
( As soon as Aki places his hands on him, he begins to smile. He loves it. He loves when Aki touches him and he loves it even more when he holds him and right now, in their current state, it pushes him over the edge from simple pleasure to giddiness. Swinging his legs around Aki, he wraps around him even tighter when they kiss, sweet moans turning into a near delirious giggle as he's carried away.
One hand on his back, Tsurumaru leans in to kiss Aki again. Sloppy, clumsy, missing his mouth completely, kissing the edge instead and trying again while Aki speaks.
He loves him, he says, and he start to reply,)
I—
( Another kiss, distracted humming and wiggling in his hold to tangle himself more around him. Tongue tied, breath taken, he can only make sounds as he showers him with kisses. Unable to speak, it's now that he activates his ring, which will surely hit him with another wave of strong emotion on top of what he's already feeling.
He's at a loss for words. He can only feel. All of his emotions and all of this heat, making him feel delirious. His clothes feel too warm, everything too tight, and he wants them off, off, off.
Whenever Aki sets him down, he'll have to push Tsurumaru off. He's unwilling to let go because he's so happy to have him in his arms. He can only whine miserably when he finally has to let go.)
It’s not just because they have their rings to help them, a flood of pure unfiltered emotion that spreads through them like a ricochet. It’s not just because they understand one another as sword welder and sword, because it’s so much more than that. The soft, blanket of understanding they share is born of their work, the effort they put into choosing one another, loving one another, learning and thriving. It’s because they love each other so deeply that it works.
Aki groans as the ring comes on, Tsurumaru’s feelings mingling with his own to make a cauldron threatening to overflow, making him burn for more. His own desire is a blaze, twisting in his gut and making him lose any sense of control that he might have had, any notion that he might be able to pause, because he can’t. He craves this, craves his lover and his kiss and his touch and nothing will make him stop beyond a clear command.
On the bed, he has to press Tsuru back, has to urge him to let go so he can sink down, can stroke fingers along his body and begin to peel back layers, to strip him down and leave him bare and ready. Aki wants to touch him, taste him, take him, and the frustration of the suit makes him long for the ease of a kimono, the familiarity of spreading the robe and seeing bare skin kissing tonight.
He’ll survive, but he’s frustrated.
Leaning in, pressing fingers between buttons to pull the fabric apart, he kisses soft skin, hand trailing up to stroke over Tsuru’s chest. ]
Let me have you. Let me love you.
[ Settling between his legs, an echo of a time before, eyes closed and fingers searching for the best and most exciting spots. ]
( Aki pushes him back and Tsurumaru tries to reach up again, grabbing at whatever he can get. He grabs at Aki's tie, tugging it free from it's knot and he tugs at his shirt, untucking it from his waist and fumbling with whatever buttons he can do. They're both a tangled mess, trying to undress the other but Aki has the advantage.
He strips him down and spoils him with his kisses and his touches and it's enough to placate Tsurumaru who settles back onto the mattress and relishes it all. His chest rises and falls irregularly, panting and gasping with excitement. Practically shaking with anticipation, he twists and turns to help Aki pull strip him down. If he knew they both shared the same frustration with their dress code, he'd laugh.
He shudders when his skin feels air and he can't help but cry out,)
You have me. I'm yours.
( And he spreads his legs wider, rolling his hips so he can be closer. He slides his own hand down the center of his stomach, towards his obvious erection and gives Aki a playful and tempting sort of smile. It's like he wants to show off to his lover. Look at him. He's like this because of his touch, because of voice, because of him.)
My dearest A~ki.
( His voice breaks at just the right touch and he feels like he could scream with how much he feels right now, )
Please, please, Aki, use me to your heart's content.
[ Aki simply can't help the way he feels, the intense and overwhelming feeling, the almost obsessive need to reach out and touch his lover, to grab at him, to kiss him, hold him, love him. His heart feels so full of adoration and need, the desire so overwhelming, that it makes Aki feel like he's losing control of himself. It's not unusual, but it feels more damning, at the moment.
Tsurumaru's layers are being removed, slowly, carefully, dragged off his body and left aside, and Aki does not pause. He doesn't seem to realise how doggedly determined he is, his eyes dark and full of desire, his attention focussed on getting his lover bare, on stripping Tsuru of everything he has.
A kiss to his hip, his stomach, a soft, tender sigh. ]
Anything. Anything for you.
[ His teeth scrape, gently. ]
I want all of it. I want everything you have tonight, until there's nothing left for you to give.
[ Until he is tired, exhausted, until he is wrung out. ]
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There had been a little tension from his general irritation of Muramasa existing around swords and Silco offering him cold drinks, but generally it's been fine. He's had no reason to complain, and it's been a good distraction from how difficult the trip to Sendai had been and the emotional weight of returning and knowing things won't be the same. Everything between him and Denji will remain sharp and painful, and his heart aches when he thinks about it.
So he tries not to.
Leaning into Tsurumaru is instinct, makes him happy, and he hums softly as he nods his head.
One more.
Tapping their drinks together, he lets the glasses make a soft noise before he lifts his own to his mouth and takes a long swallow, expression settling into its usual warmth - the kind that is reserved mostly for Tsurumaru these days. ]
Have you had a good evening?
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I love parties.
( He really does. He may be distant and flighty at times but the truth is, he's a sociable and friendly person. He thrives in social settings and handles them easily.
Taking a sip from his own glass, he smiles back at Aki. It's different from the smile he'd had just a second ago, when he was excited about the gala. Now, he gives Aki a warm, loving smile in turn. )
Did you have fun? You aren't tired, are you?
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[ Aki knows a lot about Tsurumaru, now. That he loves surprises, that he's endeared by Aki being human, that he loves deeply, that there's a spot on his neck that makes him shiver and shake and that he adores his ridiculous watermelon game. He knows, too, that he loves parties, is an extrovert, likes to socialise and be around people.
He finds it more draining, but he's getting better at it, even around strangers.
Slowly, he lets one arm wrap around Tsuru as he takes more of his drink, feeling warm... But he always feels this way around his lover. ]
I'm not tired enough to need to leave right now. We can wait a little.
[ But... He does want to get closer. ]
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He scoots over a little more, settling against Aki's side and just enjoying how close they are. This had all started off as an assignment but now, it feels more like a date and he finds himself smiling into his glass, )
The base is so far from here... would you like to call a taxi? Or we could go for a walk together.
( It's so late, he can only imagine the convenience stores and some of the bars would be open now so its not like they can really stop by anywhere along the way.)
I wonder what's open this late....
( And he laughs a little to himself, )
Ah, well! I don't mind spending the night with you.
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[ It's starting to feel warm in here, which he assumes is a side effect of all the people still enjoying the dancing and the flush of alcohol in his system. He doesn't think too much about it, not even when he leans close, pressing a kiss to the side of Tsurumaru's head, fingers stroking absently along his back, tracing the shape of his spine, his hip.
His lover is beautiful, handsome, stunning - all words that trip on his tongue and make him feel flushed and warm. ]
The fresh air would be nice.
[ Another kiss, this time against the solid bone of Tsuru's cheek, and he closes his eyes, finishing his drink.
He's happy. He feels so happy... ]
I want to spend the night with you. I always want to spend the night with you, you know...
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( He leans into Aki's touch easily. When they're close, he can smell the scent of Aki's shampoo and cologne, pleasant and familiar, instantly a source of comfort for him. Fingertips brush down his back, down to his hip and he gives a small, careful smile. It's the perfect balance of pleased but not wanting to appear too excited in public.
Oh. He wants to kiss him. He smells so good. He would taste even sweeter. But Tsurumaru has always been more conservative when it comes to public displays of their affection. In the last year, he's become more open about it, holding hands, wrapping himself around his arm, sneaking kisses every now and while there is no hiding his adoration for his one and only, he makes sure to behave. They both do. The image they cast in front of everyone else is so different from how they truly are.
Leaning in, he gives Aki an innocent kiss on the cheek, smiling against his skin only to pull away, )
We always spend the night together.
( He knows that isn't what he means but still, he has to tease, )
Aki. ( His dear, sweet, precious Aki. ) You look pleased.
( Glowing with warmth. And is that a smile? Reaching out, he places a hand on Aki's cheek adoringly, gently turning his face so he can get a better look at his face. So he can see those beautiful blue eyes.)
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The jealousy he is accustomed to, but not quite to this level or this intensity, and that makes him tilt his head, frowning. It's not normally this... Bad.
The thought goes as quickly as it comes, leaning in, pressing his face against the palm on his cheek, breathing out softly, feeling so fond and so filled with adoration and love. It's hard for him to focus on anything else, and he licks his lips absently, cheek getting warmer under his lover's fingers. ]
I am pleased. I'm going home with you.
[ A kiss to his nose. Avoiding his lips, for now, but it's clear that he wants it. ]
I want to take care of you.
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Pushing their glasses back, pulling Aki away so they can just leave. He's careful not to move too quickly. Every movement is carefully measured and controlled as he starts to lead them away from the door, across the venue, towards the exit, )
Let's go, Aki-kun.
( And instantly, as soon as he finishes speaking, he sends Aki a simple message, )
Can I sing for you tonight?
( Would Aki like to hear him? )
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They walk together carefully, but he feels as if all the eyes in the room are on him, devouring him, knowing the thoughts in his mind - the urge to touch, to kiss, to bite. It's a familiar sensation, wanting to keep Tsurumaru close, to kiss him, to mark him, but he swallows it back, just for a little while longer.
He doesn't know what is happening. ]
Yeah.
[ The fact that they can send messages like this...
He's flushed, staring forward as he replies. ]
I want to hear every note.
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Tilting his head up high, he lets out a note,)
Hmm,~♩
( He hums to the the tune of "A". A like the first sound in Aki's name. The same sound he always gets stuck on when they spend the night together. The one he always sings, short and long, low and loud.
Meanwhile, he lets out a laugh, bright and playful as they stop at a crosswalk with a red light.)
Hahaha! Was that silly?
( There aren't many people out at this hour. There are people leaving clubs, salarymen collapsed on the sidewalk in a drunken stupor, men and women holding up signs and trying to lure new customers to another bar. Men showing off their fancy cars with dates they'll never see again and trucks playing loud, idol songs, advertising for late night karaoke.
As they wait for the light to turn green, he gives Aki's hand a squeeze,)
We can go to the same one as before.
( The last hotel they were at. One that they both enjoyed and would said they would be happy to return to again. It's not too far from where they are but still some ways off. If he knew how Aki was feeling, he'd surely pick a closer spot out of mercy. But as they wait under the warm, dim red light of the traffic light, Tsurumaru places a hand to Aki's cheek,)
Are you out of breath already? ( He speaks gently, voice soft with concern, ) You look flushed.
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Perhaps he's a little drunk, the bare scraps of alcohol he'd had enough to twist in his stomach and lower his inhibitions. That could easily be the case. It wouldn't be the first time that he had been tipsy enough to do something he regretted - but he won't regret any moment he shared with his lover, with Tsurumaru at his side. He's too happy, too content. ]
A little, but I don't mind it.
[ Their fingers are linked, and Aki squeezes them softly.
He's determined to walk, pace quickening, the desire and the need he feels hitting him - and he wants to get there faster. He wants to peel the layers off and touch him, to put his mouth to skin and taste him, devour him, keep him - to touch and touch until he feels overwhelmed by it. His adoration is so real, so paramount, that all he can do is try to keep it tempered before it explodes.
Eyes widening when Tsurumaru stops him, turning his head and blinking, breathing out softly. ]
I'm not...
[ Then, brutally honest: ]
I want you. I can't wait.
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Still, that isnt' enough to worry. What's a little bit of alcohol between them? It wouldn't be the worst thing they'd gotten intoxicated on.
(Briefly, just briefly, he recalls their encounter in Mexico.) )
Aki-kun... ( He rubs his thumb along his face, trying to soothe him. The crossing light is still red but the cars on the street have begun to slow as the traffic light turns red. ) Are you feeling impatient?
( The ocular implant in his eye flickers as he begins to search for something closer. Immediately around them, there are closed restaurants, bars, clubs, karaoke joints, a kebab stand with a high rating, too many convenience stores, internet cafes... and finally, a "resort hotel" just a few minutes away.
Tsurumaru sends Aki a link. An inexpensive hotel with gaudy decorations and a random, tropical jungle theme. Its' different from the usual places they might visit but the pictures and rates are good... if Aki cares to notice those.)
This one?
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In the morning, he is definitely going to be embarrassed.
Leaning closer, turning his head, he presses his lips against the corner of Tsurumaru's mouth gently.
It's hard to resist... So hard. ]
I am.
[ Impatient is a word for it.
As soon as he gets the ping for the hotel, he's grabbing Tsurumaru's hand and starting to walk them towards the place, trying to ignore the heat in his body and the strange tight feeling, the flush to his cheeks. Is his arousal obvious? It's a good thing these kinds of places don't tend to have a front desk to worry about.
Breathless, he turns to glance back at his lover. ]
I don't want to wait to kiss you.
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You're making me excited.
( His voice is playful and calm but its true. He isn't affected the same way Aki is but his feelings are infectious. He doesn't need their ring to sense it. He might not realize how raw his desire is right now but he knows what he wants. And he's all too happy to indulge him, to spoil him, to have all of him. Aki loves him. He takes care of him. He makes him feel good. Tsuru loves him too. He wants to take care of him in turn. He wants to make him feel good too.
He'll tease Aki for this in the morning.
When they arrive at the hotel, it's just like they expect. There's no front desk and instead, there's just a self-checkin service to register with. He's always let Aki handle this in the past. He's so much better at using the technology in this world than him, after all but... Aki seems more impatient than usual. More reckless.
Wrapped around his arm, hanging lovingly at his side, he reaches over to help if he needs to. Leaning against him, nuzzling his face against his arm, he whispers calmly, )
A little longer, darling. ( They just have to get their digital key and take the elevator up, ) You're doing so well.
( And he knows how desperately Aki wants to be good for him. )
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To think that Tsurumaru is getting excited, too... He's flushed, and desperate to get to their room.
His need, his want is raw, and real, overwhelming, making him close to whisking him into a side road and grabbing him for as many kisses as he can get. Aki knows that isn't logical, it's not a good idea - this isn't like Mexico with a safe, abandoned space for them to mess around in - but it thrums through him, something he craves. Something that makes him feel tight with his want.
They check in, they head to the lift, and Aki tugs Tsurumaru against him as soon as they're in a brief flicker of privacy, his eyes dark and filled with want. ]
I don't want to wait.
[ But the praise gets to him, makes him warm, hard in his boxers and practically shivering with it, and he crowds Tsurumaru against the wall, leans down to brush his nose against his cheek, to kiss his jaw, to squeeze his eyes shut. ]
I want you. I want you to so much. Tsuru...
[ A soft, needy sigh. ]
Kiss me.
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He lifts his arms up and around, wrapping them around Aki's shoulders so he can pull him down closer to meet him. Their noses meet, he nuzzles against him, and his mouth is so close he can practically taste Aki but he doesn't kiss him. Not yet even if he wants to. He wants to kiss him too.)
Not yet.
(If they start now, it would be like releasing the dam. Everything would spill out. He doesn't think they would stop. Stroking the back of his neck soothingly, he whispers quietly as the elevator hums, getting closer and closer to their floor,)
Be good.
( One more floor. He's no where near as hard as Aki but he can feel his excitement building more and more. He's always preferred more traditional clothes. Everything feels tighter in this suit and he just wants to take it off.)
We're almost there. Don't forget the key code.
( For their room.
With a ding, the elevator door opens (agonizingly slow). They're out before the doors even fully open.)
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Breathing out, he practically whines with his desire, bowing his head a little. Trying to wrestle his control back is intense and rough, but he does his best. For Tsurumaru, he will always do his best.
Slowly, he leans back. ]
I am. I will.
[ The praise soothes him, like he's some kind of wild, feral animal.
As soon as the doors open, he's grabbing his lover and pulling him along, to their room. He fumbles once or twice with the little plastic card, annoyed, but eventually they're inside and Aki can tug Tsurumaru with him, twisting to press him back against the nearest wall and press his face into his neck.
Immediately, he is kissing, biting, scraping his teeth, filled with too much desperation. ]
Tsuru, please.
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It's cute watching Aki fumble at the door and as soon as they're inside and the door is shut behind them, he surrenders.
Back against the wall, he cranes his neck so Aki can have more of him. )
Ah—
( Aki. He can't even finish it and he lets out a sharp, sweet whine as he feels teeth break skin.
Please, Aki says and Tsurumaru hums something that sounds like a mix of affirmation and pleasure. He slides his leg between Aki's bending at the knee for him.)
You're already like this.
( So, so hard for him. It's even more than he expected. How long was he like this? Swinging an arm around Aki, he runs his fingers through his hair, scraping against his scalp, and tugs so he can look at his face. His eyes are bright, practically glowing in the dark of the room, pupils slit in that unnatural, dangerous way. He sounds so much older than he appears. A loving kami praising the most human man when he speaks, )
Good boy.
( And he kisses him with a crash of teeth and tongue, hot, wanting, needing, selfish, giving.)
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The flood of need is more prominent now, however, bludgeoning him with it, unable to resist the alarming need to touch, to kiss, to press his mouth against any bared skin. Aki wants to drop to his knees and press kisses to Tsuru’s hip, his waist, his thighs, wants to take him deep in his throat and pleasure him beyond imagining. He wants to show his love and his devotion with all the warmth and breathless tenderness that he can muster.
It’s too hard to pull his mouth away, at first, until Tsuru speaks and he can’t stop the way his body shivers for him. ]
This is how I am, when I think of you. When we’re alone together, it’s like this.
[ A leg between his own gives him something to rock against, and the soft noises he makes are sweet and breathless against flushed skin.
The kiss is what draws him out, deepening it, chasing the taste of his lover’s tongue, chasing the way it feels to grip at him and feel anchored. His teeth scrape, eyes closed as he enjoys it, even as wandering fingers slip around the layers his lover wears, wanting to remove them.
All of that comes crashing down at the praise, however, Aki’s body practically stuttering as it rocks through him, his hips jerking forward in slow grind. He can’t stop himself, breaking the kiss and almost whimpering against Tsuru’s mouth, overwhelmed by something as simple as praise, as touch, as the devotion he feels tearing him into needy little pieces.
Staring up at Tsurumaru, he licks his lips. ]
Let me taste you. Let me show you, that I’m good. That I’m yours.
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Aki pulls away and Tsurumaru pulls him close again. No, he won't let him get away so easily and he wraps his arms around his shoulders, hugging him to his chest, their faces so close that he can brush his nose against Aki's and kiss him on the edge of his mouth one more time.
He looks up at Aki through long lashes and a tremble of excitement runs through him when he sees his face. He's never seen Aki like this before. He wonders if this is what he looked like in the dark of an abandoned shelter in a Mexican jungle.)
Look at you... I'm falling in love again!
( And his body suddenly relaxes, bending back so he can hang from Aki's shoulders, his leg grinding against Aki playfully, )
Carry me. Handle me. Bed me.
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When they pause, when they lean back to settle, his eyes are dark, cheeks flushed, hands lifting to cup his lover's cheeks, to press his thumbs gently into his cheekbones, to gaze at his face, to memorise the way he looks right now. It's heaven, it's perfect, it's all he wanted and all he needs for the rest of his short, broken little life.
Slowly, hands drawn down, he hefts Tsurumaru up by his hips, urging him to wrap his legs around his waist, almost unblinking with how much he is fuelled by these sensations. ]
Never stop, in that case.
[ A rock of his hips, urging Tsurumaru against the wall, another bruising, biting kiss, and then he's twisting around to take him to the bed. ]
I'll fall to my knees every time. I love you.
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One hand on his back, Tsurumaru leans in to kiss Aki again. Sloppy, clumsy, missing his mouth completely, kissing the edge instead and trying again while Aki speaks.
He loves him, he says, and he start to reply,)
I—
( Another kiss, distracted humming and wiggling in his hold to tangle himself more around him. Tongue tied, breath taken, he can only make sounds as he showers him with kisses. Unable to speak, it's now that he activates his ring, which will surely hit him with another wave of strong emotion on top of what he's already feeling.
I love you I love you I love you.
I want you I want you I want you.
Love. Adoration. Devotion. Obsession. Impatience. Desperation. Desire. Lust.
He's at a loss for words. He can only feel. All of his emotions and all of this heat, making him feel delirious. His clothes feel too warm, everything too tight, and he wants them off, off, off.
Whenever Aki sets him down, he'll have to push Tsurumaru off. He's unwilling to let go because he's so happy to have him in his arms. He can only whine miserably when he finally has to let go.)
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It’s not just because they have their rings to help them, a flood of pure unfiltered emotion that spreads through them like a ricochet. It’s not just because they understand one another as sword welder and sword, because it’s so much more than that. The soft, blanket of understanding they share is born of their work, the effort they put into choosing one another, loving one another, learning and thriving. It’s because they love each other so deeply that it works.
Aki groans as the ring comes on, Tsurumaru’s feelings mingling with his own to make a cauldron threatening to overflow, making him burn for more. His own desire is a blaze, twisting in his gut and making him lose any sense of control that he might have had, any notion that he might be able to pause, because he can’t. He craves this, craves his lover and his kiss and his touch and nothing will make him stop beyond a clear command.
On the bed, he has to press Tsuru back, has to urge him to let go so he can sink down, can stroke fingers along his body and begin to peel back layers, to strip him down and leave him bare and ready. Aki wants to touch him, taste him, take him, and the frustration of the suit makes him long for the ease of a kimono, the familiarity of spreading the robe and seeing bare skin kissing tonight.
He’ll survive, but he’s frustrated.
Leaning in, pressing fingers between buttons to pull the fabric apart, he kisses soft skin, hand trailing up to stroke over Tsuru’s chest. ]
Let me have you. Let me love you.
[ Settling between his legs, an echo of a time before, eyes closed and fingers searching for the best and most exciting spots. ]
Let me take care of you. Let me show you. Tsuru…
[ A flick of his tongue, teasing. ]
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He strips him down and spoils him with his kisses and his touches and it's enough to placate Tsurumaru who settles back onto the mattress and relishes it all. His chest rises and falls irregularly, panting and gasping with excitement. Practically shaking with anticipation, he twists and turns to help Aki pull strip him down. If he knew they both shared the same frustration with their dress code, he'd laugh.
He shudders when his skin feels air and he can't help but cry out,)
You have me. I'm yours.
( And he spreads his legs wider, rolling his hips so he can be closer. He slides his own hand down the center of his stomach, towards his obvious erection and gives Aki a playful and tempting sort of smile. It's like he wants to show off to his lover. Look at him. He's like this because of his touch, because of voice, because of him.)
My dearest A~ki.
( His voice breaks at just the right touch and he feels like he could scream with how much he feels right now, )
Please, please, Aki, use me to your heart's content.
( He's his. His sword. His man. His lover. His. )
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Tsurumaru's layers are being removed, slowly, carefully, dragged off his body and left aside, and Aki does not pause. He doesn't seem to realise how doggedly determined he is, his eyes dark and full of desire, his attention focussed on getting his lover bare, on stripping Tsuru of everything he has.
A kiss to his hip, his stomach, a soft, tender sigh. ]
Anything. Anything for you.
[ His teeth scrape, gently. ]
I want all of it. I want everything you have tonight, until there's nothing left for you to give.
[ Until he is tired, exhausted, until he is wrung out. ]
Open your legs for me. Let me touch you.
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