[ they should get to the bed to do this, tadashi knows, but every shred of good sense has flown out the window in the wake of ainosuke's greedy permission, the matching ravenous nature of ainosuke's desire. it's like the floodgates have opened after years of being banished to the scorching desert. parched of ainosuke's favour and love, tadashi has only sought to survive and exist by his side, never allowing himself to want more.
after all, it is tadashi that had turned away first, putting up the wall between them that ainosuke had kept up out of spite and betrayal and hurt and pain, crumbling in places as the years wore on.
and now, here, this permission is as invigorating as it is intoxicating, as is the way ainosuke opens up to him now, those gorgeous crimson red eyes burning for him. tadashi shares the same madness, the burning, scorching fever of desire that makes him press his mouth to the inside of his thigh, to kiss and lick and gently nip and worship. he doesn't miss how his beloved master opens up so eagerly to him, a veritable feast for the taking.
so take he does, committing every precious inch of him to memory anew -- the last time they had done this was a lifetime ago, and he can't help the thudding of his heart as he nuzzles his cheek against the bob of his long, thick cock, massive when jutting proudly between firmly muscled thighs. he makes his way down, down, nosing against the softness of his plump, full sac, before pressing his tongue to the patch of skin underneath. ainosuke is so very beautiful in this light, magnificent and willing and no longer the young man once tangled in him. he smells like clean musk and light sweat, so very much like him that tadashi finds himself burning for him, relishing those fingers in his hair while he licks his own and seeks him out, a single finger pressing between both those firm cheeks to trace a circle around the tight ring of his hole, gently teasing.
of course, tadashi wastes no time in sealing his intent, his love and adoration on every inch of him. watch now, darling, as tadashi proves that love doesn't come with violence or pain, and all there is is tenderness and affection, bright and unrelenting in deep green eyes. he keeps ainosuke's cock pinned against his lower abdomen, his soft lips taking his balls into his mouth, laving and licking shamelessly, a single saliva-slick finger teasing into his entrance at the same time. he finally gets to do what he's long yearned to do, reclaiming what has been his all along. ainosuke's confession still rings in his ears, making him giddy, but now, first, he wants to please him and make him come, make him understand just how much he's loved.
they've lost so much time, tadashi won't allow him to waste a minute more. ]
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after all, it is tadashi that had turned away first, putting up the wall between them that ainosuke had kept up out of spite and betrayal and hurt and pain, crumbling in places as the years wore on.
and now, here, this permission is as invigorating as it is intoxicating, as is the way ainosuke opens up to him now, those gorgeous crimson red eyes burning for him. tadashi shares the same madness, the burning, scorching fever of desire that makes him press his mouth to the inside of his thigh, to kiss and lick and gently nip and worship. he doesn't miss how his beloved master opens up so eagerly to him, a veritable feast for the taking.
so take he does, committing every precious inch of him to memory anew -- the last time they had done this was a lifetime ago, and he can't help the thudding of his heart as he nuzzles his cheek against the bob of his long, thick cock, massive when jutting proudly between firmly muscled thighs. he makes his way down, down, nosing against the softness of his plump, full sac, before pressing his tongue to the patch of skin underneath. ainosuke is so very beautiful in this light, magnificent and willing and no longer the young man once tangled in him. he smells like clean musk and light sweat, so very much like him that tadashi finds himself burning for him, relishing those fingers in his hair while he licks his own and seeks him out, a single finger pressing between both those firm cheeks to trace a circle around the tight ring of his hole, gently teasing.
of course, tadashi wastes no time in sealing his intent, his love and adoration on every inch of him. watch now, darling, as tadashi proves that love doesn't come with violence or pain, and all there is is tenderness and affection, bright and unrelenting in deep green eyes. he keeps ainosuke's cock pinned against his lower abdomen, his soft lips taking his balls into his mouth, laving and licking shamelessly, a single saliva-slick finger teasing into his entrance at the same time. he finally gets to do what he's long yearned to do, reclaiming what has been his all along. ainosuke's confession still rings in his ears, making him giddy, but now, first, he wants to please him and make him come, make him understand just how much he's loved.
they've lost so much time, tadashi won't allow him to waste a minute more. ]