[ He can't resist the urge to tease, leaning back to drink in air through his mouth, to lick his lips as he gazes up at Tsurumaru, eyes dark and cheeks flushed. It's a hot red, so different from the familiar stain of blood on his skin that's more customary for him.
Pleasure is softer, healthier, happier than pain.
Watching Tsurumaru take his pleasure, Aki's lips curl into a small, pleased little smile. ]
What if I want to? I want all of you, I said, didn't I?
[ Nothing cool, nothing suave, just pleasure and bliss, and he lets himself go back, watching, the flush on Tsurumaru's cheeks, the sound of him breathing, the way that Aki wants more and more and more of him, wondering how it might feel to touch and be touched, to press in and take, to give, to share everything that he has.
His fingers move faster over himself, jerking harder, hips pressing into his own touch as he gives himself over to it, and it's close, it's so close, but he wants the taste, the feeling, and he moans around Tsurumaru's cock in his mouth as he basks in the sheer pleasure of it. ]
(It's a second of relief followed by what he's convinced must be misery. Just when he thinks he can catch his breath, he's left still hard and aching and it's maddening. He rocks his hips, trying to chase relief only Aki can give him.
He looks down at Aki. This audacious man below him and--
Caught off guard, eyes wide with surprise, face bright red, his ears burning with heat, he hisses. He'll knock that smile off Aki's face, he starts to think only to find himself at his mercy again. Is he really going to do this? He feels how Aki works him, pushing him closer and closer to the point of no return. He can hear Aki working himself and he knows he's close. He wants this. They both want this and he bucks forward, forcing Aki to take him more, and he cries. His voice loud, clear, and reverberating off the walls. It's the loudest he's ever been for him.
All he feels is pure, dizzying relief as he finally reaches peak. His cock twitches as he comes. Leaning forward, curling into himself, he grabs Aki desperately for support, roughly yanking at his hair. A muffled whine spills from his lips as his hold immediately loosens. Spent, blissed, and so utterly undone.)
[ Aki's hand on himself is a little too much friction, not quite perfect enough, but it's good, twinned with Tsurumaru's pleasure and the way his hips move, little jerks of his body, the way that he can hear the breathless sounds that he makes. Even his hips thrusting up to buck against Aki's mouth doesn't stop him, even if it means he has to lean back a little and readjust.
It's pleasure, pure and relieving, exactly what he's wanted after days and weeks of uncertainty, because right now Aki is so, completely, devastatingly owned by this man that he doesn't know what to do with himself.
Instead, he groans as Tsurumaru comes, pulling at his hair, squeezing at him, and he presses his thumb against himself, curls his hand, jerks as he swallows, and soon he's staining his own fingers with his pleasure, shivering as he draws his mouth back and rests his forehead on Tsurumaru's thigh, breathing in and out.
Perfect. So perfect.
Messy, dizzying, delicious, overwhelming in a thousand little ways. Good. ]
Tsuru...
[ The idea of standing is impossible, legs wobbly, so Aki slumps into the bed. ]
(He lets Aki go, sets him free so he can pull himself off. Tiredly, he leans forward, curling around Aki and kisses the top of his head and begins the slow, difficult act of helping him climb into bed with him. He wills himself to wrap his arms around him and support him. Or maybe it's just an excuse to put his hands on him because when he fumbles, he lingers, when he leans in, he sighs, and he hums in response,)
Aki.
(Come into his arms. He wants to hold him. Take care of him though whatever he could do now wouldn't compare to what Aki's just done,)
Amazing, so amazing. (He can barely string a sentence together and when he does, his words are rushed and breathy,) Come here. I want you.
[ Thankfully, the towel from his hair is nearby, so Aki can clean his hand off before he's tugged into bed beside Tsurumaru; it means he's comfortable as he settles in close, curling around him and nuzzling close. Sorry, room service, for your life.
Aki doesn't kiss him, just in case, but he leans in and kisses his jaw, his neck, pressing soft reminders of his affection against his skin, arms wrapping around the lean frame of the man beside him and tugging him closer. It's almost too easy to settle in and fill the void of space in the bed, and the smile on his face isn't faltering for even a moment. ]
I want you, too. I've wanted you for weeks.
[ He's been filled with longing. Sorry, Tsurumaru. ]
(He preens for him, raising his face, turning his neck, giving Aki free and total access to his body. It would be so easy to indulge, to just take and bask in it all. Sighing and humming with each touch, he still hasn't come down from his high.
He's still riding it when he rolls in his hold so he can be on top of him. Swaying as he rises, straddling him and looking down to see all of him now that he has him. Like this, Aki can also see him. Everything. The entirety of his frame, lean muscle, the graceful curve of his waist, the warm flush of his cheeks, and eyes still bright and constricted. A version of Tsurumaru Kuninaga that only wants to show off, who only wants to be the best, who only wants to be loved.
He teases,)
Poor Aki.
(He places the palm of his hand on Aki's center, hands splayed and tracing muscle, exploring every line, slowly. He's deliberate as he moves up to his chest, around and then across his nipple, to his collar... and all the while he leans in closer and closer until he's flat on top of him and his face is buried in the crook of his neck and shoulder, nuzzling against him.)
My poor, wonderful Aki.
(And he begins to pepper him with dizzied kisses. He'd said it. Aki is his. His, his, his, he thinks hazily. His kisses slow as he begins to settle, as the rush runs its course,)
I'm sorry... (Pressing his mouth against his neck, murmuring, ) ... For making you wait...
(And suddenly, there's teeth, nipping lightly at first,)
Thank you. (For waiting. For being so good. For taking such care of him. For putting up with him.) Thank you.
(Harder. Because he knows how he feels about him. Because he knows what cigarettes he likes. Because he knows what spot he likes. Because he knows he'll like it.
Teeth on skin, biting, the weight of Tsurumaru pushing him down into the bed, soft skin and warm caress blindsided by the piecing pain of teeth - it makes him burn, it makes him want, fire igniting inside of him again, and if he had any measure of strength inside him he’d be hard again, ready for Tsurumaru to do as he pleases, ready for him to give or take, it didn’t even matter.
Closing his eyes and tilting his head back, he breathes out as he listens to each and every single word, basking in the sheer and utter pleasure of it, the way that he feels as if he’s come to life, something breathed into him from the sheer passion of the moment, an explosion of feelings.
His Aki, Tsurumaru says, and Aki moans with it, delight at being possessed, at being claimed, belonging. His Aki, and his Tsuru, wrapped up together with pleasure and desire, his heart beating too loud in his chest. He didn’t think he could have feelings like this any more. He didn’t think he could have happiness like this any more.
Aki didn’t think he could stumble so close to love, like and desire mixing together to create something new and exciting, wonderful and frightening.
Tilting his head back, giving Tsurumaru room and space, he groans, fingers stroking over his legs, his hips, any soft skin he can reach. He just wants to touch, to anchor himself, victim to every piece of joy that Tsurumaru is offering him. ]
Tsuru… Tsuru…
[ Moaning his name, claiming it, ambrosia on his tongue. ]
(Humming, shivering with each touch, further emboldened to keep going. He buries his face into his neck, breathing in, taking in his scent and feels his name sung sweetly from his throat. Beautiful, like music to his ears and he bites again, sharp but careful as he breaks skin and hums.
Relaxing his jaw, breaking free, kissing a mark he doesn't really see in his haze, and... he settles. All of his weight collapses on top of Aki, slipping next to him, he curls next to him, nestling against him.)
[ Arms lift, wrapping around Tsurumaru, holding him close, curling into him before his eyes close. Fingers brush down along the boney feeling of his spine under his touch.
He's happy. Aki is happy.
Turning his head, he tugs Tsuru against his body, eyes closing. ]
(Properly spent, he moves bonelessly when he tugs him. Letting out a content sigh, he reaches one arm over and across him, hanging close,)
Of course. (Softly, contently,) I'm alive.
(Not just a sword. Not just cold steel. He's alive. Flesh and blood.)
You are, too.
(Warm and alive.)
Don't forget to tell me... if they're better.
(The cigarettes. But from the way his voice trails off lazily, growing quieter... he might not be awake. He's comfortable here. It's warm and feels safe and good and he feels like he can... rest.)
(Completely still save for the steady rise and fall of his chest, one might think he's already fallen asleep but after a second, he shifts ever so slightly, craning his neck up to look at Aki through his bangs and lashes. Sometime between the high of it all and the final crash, he's returned to normal, eyes normal, expression one of pure contentedness.
[ Tsurumaru really is beautiful, isn't he? A pretty man, handsome and soft looking, but filled with so much strength, and warmth, and more. Aki is sated, can feel the burn of the bite to his skin, and he thinks... he could take more, if he wanted, right now.
He doesn't. But he could. ]
I'll start it, then.
[ Lighting the cigarette is easy, and Aki brings it to his mouth, takes a long draw - bliss, his proper brand, feeling good - before he lets the smoke drift out from his lips, holding it out to Tsurumaru. ]
(Watching Aki curiously, observing his every move as he lights the cigarette, takes a breath, and sees the way his shoulders relax, the calm sweeps over and he feels proud of himself.
It's nice to see his gift appreciated. It's good to know that he did well.
And when he offers, he looks at the cigarette, at Aki, and back at the cigarette. Lifting himself up just enough to meet him, he leans in and takes a drag. Eyes closed, inhaling slowly. He recognizes this taste. He's tasted and smelled it on Aki plenty of times before but this is stronger. He doesn't dislike it but it's a different experience from using a kiseru pipe which is what he's more accustomed to. Maybe that's why he doesn't take as much as Aki.
When he's finished, he holds his breath and slips off. Tilting his face up to look up at him, he exhales slowly, letting the smoke spill.)
Watching Tsurumaru draw in from the cigarette, breathe it out, the smell of smoke, painfully familiar... It reminds him of home, and people that are lost, but he's not filled with the same agonising pain as before. He'd considered giving up, back home, wanting to try and live a little longer, as if this was the real risk.
He picked it back up with the stresses of kaiju.
Leaning in, he nudges their noses together, presses a kiss against Tsurumaru's mouth. ]
(Nuzzling against him, opening his mouth to kiss him gently, sweetly, a little messily in his hazy state. He hums in affirmation, slipping into the feeling again. There it is, that taste he remembers,)
(He cares too much. Stresses about others too much. Takes on more stress than he should.
Slipping away with a sigh, he settles against Aki and nods. He reaches across, wrapping an arm around him as he makes himself comfortable. Softly, sleepily,)
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Pleasure is softer, healthier, happier than pain.
Watching Tsurumaru take his pleasure, Aki's lips curl into a small, pleased little smile. ]
What if I want to? I want all of you, I said, didn't I?
[ Nothing cool, nothing suave, just pleasure and bliss, and he lets himself go back, watching, the flush on Tsurumaru's cheeks, the sound of him breathing, the way that Aki wants more and more and more of him, wondering how it might feel to touch and be touched, to press in and take, to give, to share everything that he has.
His fingers move faster over himself, jerking harder, hips pressing into his own touch as he gives himself over to it, and it's close, it's so close, but he wants the taste, the feeling, and he moans around Tsurumaru's cock in his mouth as he basks in the sheer pleasure of it. ]
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He looks down at Aki. This audacious man below him and--
Caught off guard, eyes wide with surprise, face bright red, his ears burning with heat, he hisses. He'll knock that smile off Aki's face, he starts to think only to find himself at his mercy again. Is he really going to do this? He feels how Aki works him, pushing him closer and closer to the point of no return. He can hear Aki working himself and he knows he's close. He wants this. They both want this and he bucks forward, forcing Aki to take him more, and he cries. His voice loud, clear, and reverberating off the walls. It's the loudest he's ever been for him.
All he feels is pure, dizzying relief as he finally reaches peak. His cock twitches as he comes. Leaning forward, curling into himself, he grabs Aki desperately for support, roughly yanking at his hair. A muffled whine spills from his lips as his hold immediately loosens. Spent, blissed, and so utterly undone.)
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It's pleasure, pure and relieving, exactly what he's wanted after days and weeks of uncertainty, because right now Aki is so, completely, devastatingly owned by this man that he doesn't know what to do with himself.
Instead, he groans as Tsurumaru comes, pulling at his hair, squeezing at him, and he presses his thumb against himself, curls his hand, jerks as he swallows, and soon he's staining his own fingers with his pleasure, shivering as he draws his mouth back and rests his forehead on Tsurumaru's thigh, breathing in and out.
Perfect. So perfect.
Messy, dizzying, delicious, overwhelming in a thousand little ways. Good. ]
Tsuru...
[ The idea of standing is impossible, legs wobbly, so Aki slumps into the bed. ]
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Aki.
(Come into his arms. He wants to hold him. Take care of him though whatever he could do now wouldn't compare to what Aki's just done,)
Amazing, so amazing. (He can barely string a sentence together and when he does, his words are rushed and breathy,) Come here. I want you.
I still want you.
(He's not done with him yet.)
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Aki doesn't kiss him, just in case, but he leans in and kisses his jaw, his neck, pressing soft reminders of his affection against his skin, arms wrapping around the lean frame of the man beside him and tugging him closer. It's almost too easy to settle in and fill the void of space in the bed, and the smile on his face isn't faltering for even a moment. ]
I want you, too. I've wanted you for weeks.
[ He's been filled with longing. Sorry, Tsurumaru. ]
You can have me.
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He's still riding it when he rolls in his hold so he can be on top of him. Swaying as he rises, straddling him and looking down to see all of him now that he has him. Like this, Aki can also see him. Everything. The entirety of his frame, lean muscle, the graceful curve of his waist, the warm flush of his cheeks, and eyes still bright and constricted. A version of Tsurumaru Kuninaga that only wants to show off, who only wants to be the best, who only wants to be loved.
He teases,)
Poor Aki.
(He places the palm of his hand on Aki's center, hands splayed and tracing muscle, exploring every line, slowly. He's deliberate as he moves up to his chest, around and then across his nipple, to his collar... and all the while he leans in closer and closer until he's flat on top of him and his face is buried in the crook of his neck and shoulder, nuzzling against him.)
My poor, wonderful Aki.
(And he begins to pepper him with dizzied kisses. He'd said it. Aki is his. His, his, his, he thinks hazily. His kisses slow as he begins to settle, as the rush runs its course,)
I'm sorry... (Pressing his mouth against his neck, murmuring, ) ... For making you wait...
(And suddenly, there's teeth, nipping lightly at first,)
Thank you. (For waiting. For being so good. For taking such care of him. For putting up with him.) Thank you.
(Harder. Because he knows how he feels about him. Because he knows what cigarettes he likes. Because he knows what spot he likes. Because he knows he'll like it.
And he lets his teeth sink into skin.)
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Teeth on skin, biting, the weight of Tsurumaru pushing him down into the bed, soft skin and warm caress blindsided by the piecing pain of teeth - it makes him burn, it makes him want, fire igniting inside of him again, and if he had any measure of strength inside him he’d be hard again, ready for Tsurumaru to do as he pleases, ready for him to give or take, it didn’t even matter.
Closing his eyes and tilting his head back, he breathes out as he listens to each and every single word, basking in the sheer and utter pleasure of it, the way that he feels as if he’s come to life, something breathed into him from the sheer passion of the moment, an explosion of feelings.
His Aki, Tsurumaru says, and Aki moans with it, delight at being possessed, at being claimed, belonging. His Aki, and his Tsuru, wrapped up together with pleasure and desire, his heart beating too loud in his chest. He didn’t think he could have feelings like this any more. He didn’t think he could have happiness like this any more.
Aki didn’t think he could stumble so close to love, like and desire mixing together to create something new and exciting, wonderful and frightening.
Tilting his head back, giving Tsurumaru room and space, he groans, fingers stroking over his legs, his hips, any soft skin he can reach. He just wants to touch, to anchor himself, victim to every piece of joy that Tsurumaru is offering him. ]
Tsuru… Tsuru…
[ Moaning his name, claiming it, ambrosia on his tongue. ]
I’ll be yours. You can bite me again.
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Relaxing his jaw, breaking free, kissing a mark he doesn't really see in his haze, and... he settles. All of his weight collapses on top of Aki, slipping next to him, he curls next to him, nestling against him.)
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He's happy. Aki is happy.
Turning his head, he tugs Tsuru against his body, eyes closing. ]
You're warm.
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Of course. (Softly, contently,) I'm alive.
(Not just a sword. Not just cold steel. He's alive. Flesh and blood.)
You are, too.
(Warm and alive.)
Don't forget to tell me... if they're better.
(The cigarettes. But from the way his voice trails off lazily, growing quieter... he might not be awake. He's comfortable here. It's warm and feels safe and good and he feels like he can... rest.)
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So much.
Nuzzling into Tsurumaru, he smiles fondly. ]
We're alive.
[ For as long as it lasts. ]
We should have one now. [ He's reaching for the side table, for the packet and a lighter. ] If you don't mind.
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"We?" He didn't miss that and he sighs,)
I want to know.
(He's curious.)
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He doesn't. But he could. ]
I'll start it, then.
[ Lighting the cigarette is easy, and Aki brings it to his mouth, takes a long draw - bliss, his proper brand, feeling good - before he lets the smoke drift out from his lips, holding it out to Tsurumaru. ]
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It's nice to see his gift appreciated. It's good to know that he did well.
And when he offers, he looks at the cigarette, at Aki, and back at the cigarette. Lifting himself up just enough to meet him, he leans in and takes a drag. Eyes closed, inhaling slowly. He recognizes this taste. He's tasted and smelled it on Aki plenty of times before but this is stronger. He doesn't dislike it but it's a different experience from using a kiseru pipe which is what he's more accustomed to. Maybe that's why he doesn't take as much as Aki.
When he's finished, he holds his breath and slips off. Tilting his face up to look up at him, he exhales slowly, letting the smoke spill.)
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Watching Tsurumaru draw in from the cigarette, breathe it out, the smell of smoke, painfully familiar... It reminds him of home, and people that are lost, but he's not filled with the same agonising pain as before. He'd considered giving up, back home, wanting to try and live a little longer, as if this was the real risk.
He picked it back up with the stresses of kaiju.
Leaning in, he nudges their noses together, presses a kiss against Tsurumaru's mouth. ]
Is that more familiar?
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Mhm. You're better.
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Thank you. For bringing me them.
[ The sentiment kills him. ]
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(He cares too much. Stresses about others too much. Takes on more stress than he should.
Slipping away with a sigh, he settles against Aki and nods. He reaches across, wrapping an arm around him as he makes himself comfortable. Softly, sleepily,)
I'll be sure to surprise you again.
(Again and again.)
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[ Lifting his hand, he strokes it through Tsurumaru's hair, closing his eyes. ]
Rest now.
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Ah, surely, he'll think about that more later. When he's more awake. When he's alone and has time to reflect but for now, he relaxes against him,)
You too.