[ 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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[ 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.