[ ainosuke has a gift for poetry, for seducing tadashi all over again with sweet, silver words, to bring forth a powerful desire that tadashi can't deny -- it is magical, knowing that ainosuke wants him the way that he does, that he's barely restraining himself from taking everything that tadashi has laid out for him.

he shivers at those talented hands, leaning up against him so that he can draw him close, close, and he arches his back with warm, liquid pleasure as he feels those fingers push inside of him. ainosuke has a gift for seduction, directed solely at him, and he continues to stroke him. he tightens his grip just a little more, so that ainosuke can fuck into his palm, rubbing up into his fingers. ]

I'll envelop you in it, Ainosuke-sama. It'll be everything you'll ever know, and everything you'll ever need.

[ because tadashi wants to kiss and touch and fuck him to the ends of this earth, too. they're in this wonderful place together, high up in the sky, and all tadashi cares about is how ainosuke feels against him. he shakes his head briefly and searches out his mouth, his other hand moving up to curl in the back of his neck, keeping him close as he strokes loving fingers through his scalp.

he reminds himself that ainosuke is his, his legs tightening around his waist. he clenches tight around his fingers now, playful and teasing, almost trapping both digits inside just because he can, because he's been craving to have something of ainosuke's inside him for ages, and he's loathe to have him draw away despite what he begs for next: ]

Come fuck me, I want to feel you inside properly.