[ Anything Tadashi wants, everything Tadashi wants; it's his, completely and without question, and this charity he inspires in Ainosuke is both a gift and a curse. Ainosuke savors it, hand in hand with the absolute surety that he would allow Tadashi's whims to utterly destroy him, and therein lies the danger of this.
Tadashi could take advantage of this so easily. After all, Ainosuke hasn't always been this sweet to him. He could walk away from this, walk away from Ainosuke and leave him in shatters. Break him -- destroy him -- simply by taking his heart away. Perhaps that's what really inspires this madness between them. The knowledge that it's so fragile, and the desperation to keep it, no matter the cost.
That's more the point of Ainosuke's musing, really; philosophy over seduction, effective though it may be. How can their hearts survive this chokehold? How can their love so happily endure a constant grip at its throat? And how long before Tadashi tires of it?
Because surely, Tadashi will tire first. Ainosuke's always been so gutted by his obsession with Tadashi, he's certain he'll never be free of it.
Mindful of the ache, Ainosuke's long fingers slip from the clutch of Tadashi's body, drift between them to join the hand working tirelessly over his own cock. He guides both between Tadashi's legs, to press the swollen head of his cock to Tadashi's hole, and then to lace their slick fingers together, tug Tadashi's hand away as Ainosuke sinks into him in one smooth push.
It comes with a long groan, deep and guttural, almost musical. Ainosuke's body twists across the sheets as he sheathes himself to the hilt in Tadashi's channel, caught up hard in the pleasure it pushes across every nerve, in the warmth and the tight embrace around his cock, in the fixation lurking behind his verdant eyes. ]
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[ Anything Tadashi wants, everything Tadashi wants; it's his, completely and without question, and this charity he inspires in Ainosuke is both a gift and a curse. Ainosuke savors it, hand in hand with the absolute surety that he would allow Tadashi's whims to utterly destroy him, and therein lies the danger of this.
Tadashi could take advantage of this so easily. After all, Ainosuke hasn't always been this sweet to him. He could walk away from this, walk away from Ainosuke and leave him in shatters. Break him -- destroy him -- simply by taking his heart away. Perhaps that's what really inspires this madness between them. The knowledge that it's so fragile, and the desperation to keep it, no matter the cost.
That's more the point of Ainosuke's musing, really; philosophy over seduction, effective though it may be. How can their hearts survive this chokehold? How can their love so happily endure a constant grip at its throat? And how long before Tadashi tires of it?
Because surely, Tadashi will tire first. Ainosuke's always been so gutted by his obsession with Tadashi, he's certain he'll never be free of it.
Mindful of the ache, Ainosuke's long fingers slip from the clutch of Tadashi's body, drift between them to join the hand working tirelessly over his own cock. He guides both between Tadashi's legs, to press the swollen head of his cock to Tadashi's hole, and then to lace their slick fingers together, tug Tadashi's hand away as Ainosuke sinks into him in one smooth push.
It comes with a long groan, deep and guttural, almost musical. Ainosuke's body twists across the sheets as he sheathes himself to the hilt in Tadashi's channel, caught up hard in the pleasure it pushes across every nerve, in the warmth and the tight embrace around his cock, in the fixation lurking behind his verdant eyes. ]
Tadashi~ Aah, you feel incredible...