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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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.