[ tadashi murmurs, and that slap goes right to his dick; twitching in the confines of his trousers at that saucy treatment -- oh, ainosuke always knows how to get to him, his beloved, wonderful man. he looks up into that lovely crimson gaze, delighted to obey.
forced to keep his hands to himself for now, tadashi strips; his tie first, then shirt, then belt and pants, shoes toed off, followed by his socks. he takes it slow, letting ainosuke watch him shed every article of clothing, exposing more and more of himself.
that he demands tadashi be naked in such a place makes him even harder, his cock flushed proud and full between muscular thighs. after that, however, he goes right back to pushing his boundaries, nuzzling into his fingers and gently nipping.
to be fair, he is keeping his tongue to himself; ainosuke didn't say anything about lips and teeth, right? he's stroking himself with one hand, too, showing off for his lover -- can he see this, can he see how much tadashi wants him? ]
[ A lazy grin curls across Ainosuke's lips, sweet and indulgent, drinking in the lovely spectacle that Tadashi makes of himself. What utter perfection he is, baring himself piece by tantalizing piece. Ainosuke has half a mind to spread him out across the bedcovers, to spend hour upon maddening hour on Tadashi's skin, marking every spare inch of him with plying touches and worshipful kisses. Oh, and he could, without question. There's not a single part of Tadashi that should ever feel neglected of Ainosuke's love, and he's fully prepared to dedicate his whole self -- his whole life -- to such a worthy crusade.
It's so easy, after all. Tadashi's flesh is like a drug, and the moment Ainosuke has it beneath his hands, he is utterly intoxicated by the rush. The pad of his thumb traces Tadashi's lips, hypnotized by the teeth that slip out to nip at his fingers. A sweet little ache coupled with the heady breath so near his mouth. It pulls at Ainosuke, stokes his stomach to roil and goes directly between his legs, and that dull throb is how Ainosuke knows it has to stop.
Without warning, Ainosuke's fingers catch beneath the collar again, and he carelessly yanks Tadashi down to the bed, falls along with him to pull their bodies flush, on their sides and chest to chest. One arm hooks around Tadashi's waist, careful fingertips spidering from his tailbone all the way up the length of his spine. ]
I was so sure I knew exactly what to do with you, and then I saw that you left some ropes. But I suppose even the good mongrels have to be tied up every now and again.
[ And despite his words, when he fits his mouth against the hollow of Tadashi's shoulder, Ainosuke's kisses are nothing but saccharine. ]
What does my puppy think? Should I be sweet to him? Should I tether him like a bad dog? Or maybe a little of both?
[ tadashi murmurs, because his beloved master has a tendency to go off the rails when not specifically instructed, and tadashi's been working on redirecting all that passion and energy to something more positive, something he'll associate more with love, with the joy that he always deserves.
his arms come to wrap around his waist, his gaze soft and open -- here he is for the taking, ainosuke, not the man without opinions who will obediently do everything that he asks (well, at least not now), but one who is with his lover, who wants to share every special moment together with him. their limbs tangling sweetly together, his hands come to smooth up his chest, memorising ainosuke's body for himself. has he been told not to touch? who can remember.
he's also basking in ainosuke's attentions, those lovely fingers skittering up his spine. seeking out his lips, trying to nuzzle ainosuke into kissing his mouth again so that he can taste him anew, tadashi's rubs his hips against his thigh, his cock, already hard, grinding against him, smearing pre-cum on his skin. he aches for the friction, for the handling, the desire that tugs so powerfully at him.
he lines both their cocks together now, rolling his hips so that he can share the spark of velvet-warm pleasure together with him. ]
Your puppy loves you, so very much. [ he murmurs, reminding him of it with every tender, sensuous touch. he thrusts, slow and sleek, his grip around both their dicks firm. ] Let me tie you up later, while I ride your cock the way you like it.
[ Be sweet to me. That's all Tadashi needs to ask, and Ainosuke practically melts for him.
Tadashi's grown far more vocal about his needs over the past year. There's a time and a place for their games of control, the little play of master and servant, owner and pet, and those are all thrilling by their own right. But when Tadashi wants something -- when he presses himself into Ainosuke's hands and asks rather than bowing to Ainosuke's whim -- it's even more satisfying than their deviant play. It parlays with a newer part of Ainosuke, a piece he never knew was within him until Tadashi planted the seed.
It's still passion, raw and fierce and full. It's still need and hunger, and it still sleeps close to the violence that Tadashi knows Ainosuke's capable of. But it's the mirror image of that intensity. Intimacy, simple and complex all in one breath. And Ainosuke had never tried to examine that facet of himself until Tadashi pried it from the core of his still-seeping wounds.
They've come to find that, against all odds, this softer kind of passion is where Ainosuke excels. ]
Of course, my pet.
[ It's murmured against Tadashi's mouth, acquiescence to each plying pull of a kiss. Ainosuke lingers within every press of their lips for just long enough to tempt Tadashi's storm -- until he hears Tadashi's breath hitch, or feels him winding up to strike -- before he pulls his mouth away again. Like a challenge, daring Tadashi to dive for more, time and time again.
And in the meantime, Ainosuke is far too dressed. He shrugs out of his shirt at last, pushes and kicks away his slacks, until he can fit himself against Tadashi, skin to skin. Tadashi's hands on him, as ever, drive him to a treasonous abandon. He could take leave of his senses, all awash in this pleasure, and never want for anything but this.
Their jet has reached the runway, cleared for takeoff, and there's a hard lurch as it kicks up speed. Ainosuke reaches up to steady them against the headboard of the bed, winds his other arm tight around Tadashi's waist. It keeps them still enough -- and more importantly, keeps them close -- and Ainosuke rocks his hips into Tadashi's grip when they finally lift off. ]
I love it any way you ride me, puppy. [ Ainosuke sighs in rapture. ] Aah, everything about you, my darling Tadashi. I love you.
[ tadashi is only just learning to ask, to understand that ainosuke is willing, yearning, to give him what he wants, that his own opinions and desires no longer have to be ruthlessly crushed to accommodate ainosuke's grander pleasures.
even so, it's still exhilarating, intoxicating to know that ainosuke is all too happy to indulge him. tadashi expressing his own desire is good for them, proving to be a meaningful method of redirection and a gentle staving of ainosuke's destructive passions. they're learning together from each other, growing in love and adoration and shedding the toxicity of the past little by little, and he can't help but smile with ainosuke kisses him so sweetly, so playfully, seducing him and drawing out his rougher nature with every pulling, searching kiss.
he draws away every time tadashi's instincts coil to strike, to capture his mouth, and tadashi chases after him, every single time, addicted to the flavour of his adoration and love. ainosuke challenges him, and tadashi dives for more, his hand coming to curl in his hair to keep him in place. more, he wants to say, but then his beloved master is shedding his clothes, too, so very beautiful above him in this light. his breath catches again, and both his hands come to smooth down his back to grip his hips, then sliding back to cup the firm, plump fullness of his asscheeks.
he huffs a soft, breathless sigh when he feels that strong arm wrap around him, the movement of the jet distracting him from their play for a few moments. he can feel the engines roaring as the jet speeds up, the slant of the inevitable rise, and he's never felt more enthralled. they're having sex on a bed on a plane, and ainosuke is gloriously naked above him.
reaching for the lube that he knows is in that nightstand, he pops the cap and smears his fingers with it, reaching back down to stroke his cock, the slippery-slick liquid lending ainosuke's shaft with a comely sheen. legs wrapped around him, he keeps ainosuke in place as he kisses him again, wanting him close. ]
My Ainosuke-sama. [ he breathes sweetly, softly. when the plane stabilises, he makes use of their new equilibrium to roll ainosuke over onto his back so he can look down at him with a small, warm smile. oh, tadashi's the luckiest man alive to have someone like ainosuke with him, twined together so closely that he can feel the rise and fall of his chest under him. ]
Everything, Ainosuke-sama? Will you hold me until we reach?
There and longer, my sweet. [ Ainosuke reaches up to push his thumb across Tadashi's lower lip. ] Oh, the things I have planned for you...
[ It's so difficult, not to simply divulge all his secrets when he's practically giddy from them. But Tadashi's hands -- his body -- are the finest distractions that Ainosuke could ask for. He takes the lube from Tadashi the moment he's finished with it, sighing pleasantly through the slick slide of Tadashi's grip over his aching cock. He very nearly stops to simply enjoy the hard rush of pleasure that comes with Tadashi's touch, but there are far greater things to be done at the moment.
Ainosuke's hand slips between Tadashi's legs, slick fingers pressing up to massage gentle circles around his pet's lovely hole. His other hand hooks beneath Tadashi's collar, keeps him close enough that Ainosuke can stare straight into his eyes as he pushes a finger inside. First one, and then another, sinking deep to the knuckle to stretch his hole with spreading digits, to play along his soft walls and caress that sensitive nerve cluster within him.
Dear god, but Tadashi's face. He's so fucking beautiful, Ainosuke could swear the artistry unseats his very soul. His hand shifts, thumb brushing over the sweet beauty mark beneath Tadashi's eye, and his thoughts dissolve to chaos. ]
How do we manage this, darling? Day-in and day-out, the way we do? How do I keep you so close without tearing you apart? How, when I look into your eyes, and it sends me spiraling into desire? How did you bewitch me so?
How is this sustainable? When all I want is to kiss and touch and fuck you to the ends of this wretched earth?
[ Ainosuke rocks his hand into Tadashi while he speaks, softly fucking into him with long, searching fingers. And never once does the soft smile leave his face. ]
My darling, my pet. You spoil me with your love. I want to drown in it.
[ 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: ]
[ 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. ]
[ it's rare that tadashi wants something like this, to take ainosuke inside of him instead of the other way around, feeling the hot, hot press of his cock deep inside of him. this is a gift, to have ainosuke's full attention and his love, to know that he's pleasing him even when he's taking him inside.
tadashi is nearly giddy with it, spoiled beyond all measure as he draws his legs higher around his waist, changing up the angle to feel how intimately he feels, buried inside of him just like that. it is madness, pure and sweet, a secret shared only by them both, and he wraps himself around him, curling like a snake around ainosuke's heart.
he tightens his grip on his fingers, too, the other coming to splay possessively over the broad span of ainosuke's chest. he's panting, struggling to catch his breath when it's practically punched out of him. he searches him out, nipping gently at his chin. ]
As do you -- let me feel every inch --
[ he's getting used to asking, too; how strange it is, still, and yet how warming. ainosuke gives generously, a lavish lover that he adores even more with every day that passes. ]
[ Every inch, Tadashi asks, and Ainosuke is loathe to deny him a single thing. He's denied too much already, after all; spent so many wasted years openly torturing Tadashi for his transgressions, and they both deserve an entire lifetime of respite after that. Specifically, Tadashi deserves an eternity of sweet, as thoroughly and as often as he wants it. It's the least Ainosuke can do, to make up for their lost time.
In service to that, Ainosuke's legs slide up behind Tadashi, bracing his back against strong thighs as Ainosuke anchors his own heels into the mattress. It's leverage, as with all things in their lives. It gives Ainosuke the space to languidly ease his cock free, a slow drag against Tadashi's walls, down nearly to the head before he drives hard back inside again. Again, lazy on the pull and then sharp on the push, angled to assault that knot of nerves within Tadashi on every attack.
There's no pace to it yet, no rhythm. At times, Ainosuke withdraws and then holds, gripping Tadashi's hip with one hand as a silent warning to keep still. And this too is torture, denying them both the invasion for breathless second upon agonizing second, before plunging back in without warning. And all the while, he's entranced by Tadashi's face, enchanted by the shapes it takes when he's full, comparing it against his nigh-desperation when Ainosuke's cock retreats. Beautiful. Achingly, wantonly gorgeous. ]
Tadashi. [ Ainosuke's tone is firm, if a little breathless, squeezing Tadashi's hand as his hips clap flush to Tadashi's ass again. ] Keep your eyes on me. You radiant, infuriating creature. I want to see every moment that you're coming apart.
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[ tadashi murmurs, and that slap goes right to his dick; twitching in the confines of his trousers at that saucy treatment -- oh, ainosuke always knows how to get to him, his beloved, wonderful man. he looks up into that lovely crimson gaze, delighted to obey.
forced to keep his hands to himself for now, tadashi strips; his tie first, then shirt, then belt and pants, shoes toed off, followed by his socks. he takes it slow, letting ainosuke watch him shed every article of clothing, exposing more and more of himself.
that he demands tadashi be naked in such a place makes him even harder, his cock flushed proud and full between muscular thighs. after that, however, he goes right back to pushing his boundaries, nuzzling into his fingers and gently nipping.
to be fair, he is keeping his tongue to himself; ainosuke didn't say anything about lips and teeth, right? he's stroking himself with one hand, too, showing off for his lover -- can he see this, can he see how much tadashi wants him? ]
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It's so easy, after all. Tadashi's flesh is like a drug, and the moment Ainosuke has it beneath his hands, he is utterly intoxicated by the rush. The pad of his thumb traces Tadashi's lips, hypnotized by the teeth that slip out to nip at his fingers. A sweet little ache coupled with the heady breath so near his mouth. It pulls at Ainosuke, stokes his stomach to roil and goes directly between his legs, and that dull throb is how Ainosuke knows it has to stop.
Without warning, Ainosuke's fingers catch beneath the collar again, and he carelessly yanks Tadashi down to the bed, falls along with him to pull their bodies flush, on their sides and chest to chest. One arm hooks around Tadashi's waist, careful fingertips spidering from his tailbone all the way up the length of his spine. ]
I was so sure I knew exactly what to do with you, and then I saw that you left some ropes. But I suppose even the good mongrels have to be tied up every now and again.
[ And despite his words, when he fits his mouth against the hollow of Tadashi's shoulder, Ainosuke's kisses are nothing but saccharine. ]
What does my puppy think? Should I be sweet to him? Should I tether him like a bad dog? Or maybe a little of both?
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[ tadashi murmurs, because his beloved master has a tendency to go off the rails when not specifically instructed, and tadashi's been working on redirecting all that passion and energy to something more positive, something he'll associate more with love, with the joy that he always deserves.
his arms come to wrap around his waist, his gaze soft and open -- here he is for the taking, ainosuke, not the man without opinions who will obediently do everything that he asks (well, at least not now), but one who is with his lover, who wants to share every special moment together with him. their limbs tangling sweetly together, his hands come to smooth up his chest, memorising ainosuke's body for himself. has he been told not to touch? who can remember.
he's also basking in ainosuke's attentions, those lovely fingers skittering up his spine. seeking out his lips, trying to nuzzle ainosuke into kissing his mouth again so that he can taste him anew, tadashi's rubs his hips against his thigh, his cock, already hard, grinding against him, smearing pre-cum on his skin. he aches for the friction, for the handling, the desire that tugs so powerfully at him.
he lines both their cocks together now, rolling his hips so that he can share the spark of velvet-warm pleasure together with him. ]
Your puppy loves you, so very much. [ he murmurs, reminding him of it with every tender, sensuous touch. he thrusts, slow and sleek, his grip around both their dicks firm. ] Let me tie you up later, while I ride your cock the way you like it.
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Tadashi's grown far more vocal about his needs over the past year. There's a time and a place for their games of control, the little play of master and servant, owner and pet, and those are all thrilling by their own right. But when Tadashi wants something -- when he presses himself into Ainosuke's hands and asks rather than bowing to Ainosuke's whim -- it's even more satisfying than their deviant play. It parlays with a newer part of Ainosuke, a piece he never knew was within him until Tadashi planted the seed.
It's still passion, raw and fierce and full. It's still need and hunger, and it still sleeps close to the violence that Tadashi knows Ainosuke's capable of. But it's the mirror image of that intensity. Intimacy, simple and complex all in one breath. And Ainosuke had never tried to examine that facet of himself until Tadashi pried it from the core of his still-seeping wounds.
They've come to find that, against all odds, this softer kind of passion is where Ainosuke excels. ]
Of course, my pet.
[ It's murmured against Tadashi's mouth, acquiescence to each plying pull of a kiss. Ainosuke lingers within every press of their lips for just long enough to tempt Tadashi's storm -- until he hears Tadashi's breath hitch, or feels him winding up to strike -- before he pulls his mouth away again. Like a challenge, daring Tadashi to dive for more, time and time again.
And in the meantime, Ainosuke is far too dressed. He shrugs out of his shirt at last, pushes and kicks away his slacks, until he can fit himself against Tadashi, skin to skin. Tadashi's hands on him, as ever, drive him to a treasonous abandon. He could take leave of his senses, all awash in this pleasure, and never want for anything but this.
Their jet has reached the runway, cleared for takeoff, and there's a hard lurch as it kicks up speed. Ainosuke reaches up to steady them against the headboard of the bed, winds his other arm tight around Tadashi's waist. It keeps them still enough -- and more importantly, keeps them close -- and Ainosuke rocks his hips into Tadashi's grip when they finally lift off. ]
I love it any way you ride me, puppy. [ Ainosuke sighs in rapture. ] Aah, everything about you, my darling Tadashi. I love you.
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even so, it's still exhilarating, intoxicating to know that ainosuke is all too happy to indulge him. tadashi expressing his own desire is good for them, proving to be a meaningful method of redirection and a gentle staving of ainosuke's destructive passions. they're learning together from each other, growing in love and adoration and shedding the toxicity of the past little by little, and he can't help but smile with ainosuke kisses him so sweetly, so playfully, seducing him and drawing out his rougher nature with every pulling, searching kiss.
he draws away every time tadashi's instincts coil to strike, to capture his mouth, and tadashi chases after him, every single time, addicted to the flavour of his adoration and love. ainosuke challenges him, and tadashi dives for more, his hand coming to curl in his hair to keep him in place. more, he wants to say, but then his beloved master is shedding his clothes, too, so very beautiful above him in this light. his breath catches again, and both his hands come to smooth down his back to grip his hips, then sliding back to cup the firm, plump fullness of his asscheeks.
he huffs a soft, breathless sigh when he feels that strong arm wrap around him, the movement of the jet distracting him from their play for a few moments. he can feel the engines roaring as the jet speeds up, the slant of the inevitable rise, and he's never felt more enthralled. they're having sex on a bed on a plane, and ainosuke is gloriously naked above him.
reaching for the lube that he knows is in that nightstand, he pops the cap and smears his fingers with it, reaching back down to stroke his cock, the slippery-slick liquid lending ainosuke's shaft with a comely sheen. legs wrapped around him, he keeps ainosuke in place as he kisses him again, wanting him close. ]
My Ainosuke-sama. [ he breathes sweetly, softly. when the plane stabilises, he makes use of their new equilibrium to roll ainosuke over onto his back so he can look down at him with a small, warm smile. oh, tadashi's the luckiest man alive to have someone like ainosuke with him, twined together so closely that he can feel the rise and fall of his chest under him. ]
Everything, Ainosuke-sama? Will you hold me until we reach?
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[ It's so difficult, not to simply divulge all his secrets when he's practically giddy from them. But Tadashi's hands -- his body -- are the finest distractions that Ainosuke could ask for. He takes the lube from Tadashi the moment he's finished with it, sighing pleasantly through the slick slide of Tadashi's grip over his aching cock. He very nearly stops to simply enjoy the hard rush of pleasure that comes with Tadashi's touch, but there are far greater things to be done at the moment.
Ainosuke's hand slips between Tadashi's legs, slick fingers pressing up to massage gentle circles around his pet's lovely hole. His other hand hooks beneath Tadashi's collar, keeps him close enough that Ainosuke can stare straight into his eyes as he pushes a finger inside. First one, and then another, sinking deep to the knuckle to stretch his hole with spreading digits, to play along his soft walls and caress that sensitive nerve cluster within him.
Dear god, but Tadashi's face. He's so fucking beautiful, Ainosuke could swear the artistry unseats his very soul. His hand shifts, thumb brushing over the sweet beauty mark beneath Tadashi's eye, and his thoughts dissolve to chaos. ]
How do we manage this, darling? Day-in and day-out, the way we do? How do I keep you so close without tearing you apart? How, when I look into your eyes, and it sends me spiraling into desire? How did you bewitch me so?
How is this sustainable? When all I want is to kiss and touch and fuck you to the ends of this wretched earth?
[ Ainosuke rocks his hand into Tadashi while he speaks, softly fucking into him with long, searching fingers. And never once does the soft smile leave his face. ]
My darling, my pet. You spoil me with your love. I want to drown in it.
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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.
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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...
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tadashi is nearly giddy with it, spoiled beyond all measure as he draws his legs higher around his waist, changing up the angle to feel how intimately he feels, buried inside of him just like that. it is madness, pure and sweet, a secret shared only by them both, and he wraps himself around him, curling like a snake around ainosuke's heart.
he tightens his grip on his fingers, too, the other coming to splay possessively over the broad span of ainosuke's chest. he's panting, struggling to catch his breath when it's practically punched out of him. he searches him out, nipping gently at his chin. ]
As do you -- let me feel every inch --
[ he's getting used to asking, too; how strange it is, still, and yet how warming. ainosuke gives generously, a lavish lover that he adores even more with every day that passes. ]
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In service to that, Ainosuke's legs slide up behind Tadashi, bracing his back against strong thighs as Ainosuke anchors his own heels into the mattress. It's leverage, as with all things in their lives. It gives Ainosuke the space to languidly ease his cock free, a slow drag against Tadashi's walls, down nearly to the head before he drives hard back inside again. Again, lazy on the pull and then sharp on the push, angled to assault that knot of nerves within Tadashi on every attack.
There's no pace to it yet, no rhythm. At times, Ainosuke withdraws and then holds, gripping Tadashi's hip with one hand as a silent warning to keep still. And this too is torture, denying them both the invasion for breathless second upon agonizing second, before plunging back in without warning. And all the while, he's entranced by Tadashi's face, enchanted by the shapes it takes when he's full, comparing it against his nigh-desperation when Ainosuke's cock retreats. Beautiful. Achingly, wantonly gorgeous. ]
Tadashi. [ Ainosuke's tone is firm, if a little breathless, squeezing Tadashi's hand as his hips clap flush to Tadashi's ass again. ] Keep your eyes on me. You radiant, infuriating creature. I want to see every moment that you're coming apart.