[ 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 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.