[ Aki is hard, desperate and wanting, his cock pressing against his clothes and demanding attention, but he's ignored it this whole time. It was easy enough to focus on Tsurumaru's pleasure, on drowning himself in the taste and feel of him, but now his own desire is making itself known and all he can think about is giving into it and letting himself take and take until there's nothing left.
He can't remember the last time he felt so close to losing control of himself, so close to tipping over an unseen edge. He looks down at his lover and all he can think about is how much he wants him, how much he wants to devour him and keep him closer and closer until there's nothing between them. He feels magnetised, and he groans into the kiss as he presses into it a little harder, biting.
Aki is needy, and he can't wrestle it back any more.
Leaning in to his neck, Aki kisses, he bites, and he makes a soft noise of pleasure as Tsurumaru speaks. ]
I'll use you, and I'll cherish you. You're mine.
[ He gets their supplies, handily available in the room they chose, and lets his fingers sneak between Tsurumaru's legs, to prepare him, to tease him more, to stretch him ready. His lips curl into a small smile. ]
You're my lover, my blade, my fiancé. I won't let anyone else touch you.
( It comes out as a whine, still reeling from the bite; sharp but pleasant, painful but thrilling. A wave of pleasure rolls through him, causing him to arch underneath him and his cock to leak more.
They've had sex plenty of times. They've been both gentle and passionate lovers but this is different. This is raw, rough, even a little dangerous and he loves it. What's a little blood and pain to a sword? He's always had a lust for battle, found pleasure in the right amount of pain. Too little is boring, too much is miserable. This is sex but it reminds him of a perfect battle and it makes him ecstatic.
He has to be dragged off of Aki, nails and all when he breaks away to get ready. Every second without him leaves him feeling desperate for more. Pride forgotten, ready to beg, he repeats after Aki like its a mantra,)
Yours, yours, yours.
( Spreading his legs, rolling his hips, fucking himself on his fingers and moaning with pleasure,)
Your lover. Your sword. Your fiance. ( He'll engrave it into his heart. Into his very body and soul. ) I'm only yours.
( What a beautiful smile, he thinks. Subtle, sharp, dangerous, ah, he sighs. Reaching up to touch his lips, to trace the shape with his fingers, )
I love you, Aki. My lord. ( It comes out so naturally. He really is his and he laughs practically delirious,) My master.
Aki has rarely had anything that was truly his, or anyone who loved him the most in the world. In some ways, he was similar to Denji - the desperation to have someone choose them first, to want him first, to adore him above anything else. It burns through him and makes him desperately needy, but Tsurumaru fills that void inside of him and makes him feel as if he can finally wade in a lake of happiness and find the bliss he had been bereft of for so many years.
Tsurumaru makes him happy.
The whispers, the spread of his legs, the way he moans and rocks and grinds, all of it is too heady and too intense. Aki steals another kiss, sliding their mouths together messily as he fucks Tsurumaru with his fingers, stretching him and preparing him for his cock. It won't take as long as it did the first time, not when they have sex enough that the preparation is comfortable and familiar, but he enjoys the practice all the same.
It feels good to take care of his lover.
The kisses trail along his jaw, teeth scraping, and he hums in agreement. Even as he leans back, even as he gets into position, pressing the head of his cock against Tsurumaru, he's muttering quiet words. ]
I love you. I love you, more than anything else. My perfect partner, my blade, the only sword I'll ever need.
[ A curse sword left aside, Aki's fingers moulded to another hilt now, a metaphor at odds with how he starts to grind himself into Tsurumaru. ]
( They kiss and he tries to return the effort the best he can but his tongue is too clumsy and he keeps stopping to gasp and moan softly against his mouth every time his fingers touch him just right. He's caught in a maddening place, sensitive after his first release but also desperate for more as his excitement builds again, harder, hotter, and more wild than the first time.
He knows what's going to come and he tries to still himself for Aki. Wrapping his arms around him, hugging him desperately, he lets out a shuddering breath as he looks up at him. Aki lowers his voice and even if its hard to focus on anything but pleasure right now, he devotes all of his attention to him.
Each statement is like a shot of ecstasy. Being reminded again and again that he's loved and cherished. Knowing that he's fully committed to and that nothing will ever change that. For Aki, he doesn't care if he's beautiful or perfect. The only thing that matters is being the only one.
He counts his breaths, urges his body to relax so Aki can enter, and nods in understanding. He whines softly as Aki starts to enter and he shifts to take him more comfortably. It doesn't take long. They've done this enough times now that they both know what to expect and how to ease into one another. Once they're both synchronized, he tilts his head back and begins to moan; sweet and low. Happy, content, familiar, if this was it, it would be bliss but tonight is different. He lifts his head up, squeezes around Aki, and whispers as close to his ear as he can get,)
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He can't remember the last time he felt so close to losing control of himself, so close to tipping over an unseen edge. He looks down at his lover and all he can think about is how much he wants him, how much he wants to devour him and keep him closer and closer until there's nothing between them. He feels magnetised, and he groans into the kiss as he presses into it a little harder, biting.
Aki is needy, and he can't wrestle it back any more.
Leaning in to his neck, Aki kisses, he bites, and he makes a soft noise of pleasure as Tsurumaru speaks. ]
I'll use you, and I'll cherish you. You're mine.
[ He gets their supplies, handily available in the room they chose, and lets his fingers sneak between Tsurumaru's legs, to prepare him, to tease him more, to stretch him ready. His lips curl into a small smile. ]
You're my lover, my blade, my fiancé. I won't let anyone else touch you.
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( It comes out as a whine, still reeling from the bite; sharp but pleasant, painful but thrilling. A wave of pleasure rolls through him, causing him to arch underneath him and his cock to leak more.
They've had sex plenty of times. They've been both gentle and passionate lovers but this is different. This is raw, rough, even a little dangerous and he loves it. What's a little blood and pain to a sword? He's always had a lust for battle, found pleasure in the right amount of pain. Too little is boring, too much is miserable. This is sex but it reminds him of a perfect battle and it makes him ecstatic.
He has to be dragged off of Aki, nails and all when he breaks away to get ready. Every second without him leaves him feeling desperate for more. Pride forgotten, ready to beg, he repeats after Aki like its a mantra,)
Yours, yours, yours.
( Spreading his legs, rolling his hips, fucking himself on his fingers and moaning with pleasure,)
Your lover. Your sword. Your fiance. ( He'll engrave it into his heart. Into his very body and soul. ) I'm only yours.
( What a beautiful smile, he thinks. Subtle, sharp, dangerous, ah, he sighs. Reaching up to touch his lips, to trace the shape with his fingers, )
I love you, Aki. My lord. ( It comes out so naturally. He really is his and he laughs practically delirious,) My master.
I love you.
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Aki has rarely had anything that was truly his, or anyone who loved him the most in the world. In some ways, he was similar to Denji - the desperation to have someone choose them first, to want him first, to adore him above anything else. It burns through him and makes him desperately needy, but Tsurumaru fills that void inside of him and makes him feel as if he can finally wade in a lake of happiness and find the bliss he had been bereft of for so many years.
Tsurumaru makes him happy.
The whispers, the spread of his legs, the way he moans and rocks and grinds, all of it is too heady and too intense. Aki steals another kiss, sliding their mouths together messily as he fucks Tsurumaru with his fingers, stretching him and preparing him for his cock. It won't take as long as it did the first time, not when they have sex enough that the preparation is comfortable and familiar, but he enjoys the practice all the same.
It feels good to take care of his lover.
The kisses trail along his jaw, teeth scraping, and he hums in agreement. Even as he leans back, even as he gets into position, pressing the head of his cock against Tsurumaru, he's muttering quiet words. ]
I love you. I love you, more than anything else. My perfect partner, my blade, the only sword I'll ever need.
[ A curse sword left aside, Aki's fingers moulded to another hilt now, a metaphor at odds with how he starts to grind himself into Tsurumaru. ]
Moan for me.
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He knows what's going to come and he tries to still himself for Aki. Wrapping his arms around him, hugging him desperately, he lets out a shuddering breath as he looks up at him. Aki lowers his voice and even if its hard to focus on anything but pleasure right now, he devotes all of his attention to him.
Each statement is like a shot of ecstasy. Being reminded again and again that he's loved and cherished. Knowing that he's fully committed to and that nothing will ever change that. For Aki, he doesn't care if he's beautiful or perfect. The only thing that matters is being the only one.
He counts his breaths, urges his body to relax so Aki can enter, and nods in understanding. He whines softly as Aki starts to enter and he shifts to take him more comfortably. It doesn't take long. They've done this enough times now that they both know what to expect and how to ease into one another. Once they're both synchronized, he tilts his head back and begins to moan; sweet and low. Happy, content, familiar, if this was it, it would be bliss but tonight is different. He lifts his head up, squeezes around Aki, and whispers as close to his ear as he can get,)
Harder.