[ Really, it's ridiculous of him. It's patently absurd to reel himself back and think he was being too familiar, too quickly with a man who he's found himself in such a compromising position with – more than that, a man he's so terribly smitten with, in defiance of every initial instinct that told him otherwise. To decide a given name is a step too far when he has Akira fully bared atop him, working himself open and still managing to spill over with praise for him – it's fucking comical. Maruki is more than aware.
And that stupid trepidation is rendered obsolete in the time it takes for Akira to lean down and breathe his own name hot against his ear.
A gasp gets caught in his throat. One hand flies up to clutch at the back of Akira's head, fingers threading through his hair as he turns his cheek to try to kiss any part of his face he can reach, feverish with affection and desire.
One day, Akira will know just how long it's been since anyone cared for him enough to call him that.
For now, the only thing that matters is rocking up against this baffling, fascinating, lovely man, trying to capture his lips again, and whispering through every attempt: ]
[ If Maruki had any thoughts that Akira might be able to keep some kind of control over himself with that kind of reaction? He'd be dead wrong.
Akira's mouth moves just as feverishly, needing to find contact with any of Maruki's skin it can, answering in kind to every utterance of his name with hot, heavy breath, ] Takuto, Takuto...!
[ And the needs keep piling up. He needs to kiss, needs both hands to hold this man, needs Maruki inside of him, and whether it's moving too fast or not he's decided he'll be getting all of those in short order.
With all the grace and care of someone who most definitely can still see what he's doing, the hand behind him shifts (with a quiet whine from Akira) to take hold of Maruki's cock, gently gliding down from tip to base with whatever slick's still stuck to his fingers before it's all of himself he's lowering down.
Half-lidded, adoring eyes don't look away even as they flutter open and shut from the sensation. The two of them might as well be the only people in the world at this moment. ]
[ The two of them are practically drunk on nothing more than each other; Maruki's eyes are locked on Akira's face, spellbound by watching him melting with pleasure as he takes hold of his cock and– ]
Aah–
[ It's a high, strangled sound that gets punched out of him as Akira begins to lower himself down. Both of Maruki's hands fly to his hips, doing anything he can to help steady him – but his fingers grip tight, tight, hard enough to bruise as he pants and fights the urge to rock up.
Did he tell Akira? He didn't, did he– oh, he has to now, voice thin and strained as he's slowly enveloped in that perfect slick heat. ]
I've never been on th– hah, god, on this side of things before. It's always been the other way around, and... [ Another thought cut short in favor of a whimper, his own eyes fluttering shut before snapping open again to make sure he doesn't miss more than a second of this. ] I'm glad. I'm so glad it's you.
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And that stupid trepidation is rendered obsolete in the time it takes for Akira to lean down and breathe his own name hot against his ear.
A gasp gets caught in his throat. One hand flies up to clutch at the back of Akira's head, fingers threading through his hair as he turns his cheek to try to kiss any part of his face he can reach, feverish with affection and desire.
One day, Akira will know just how long it's been since anyone cared for him enough to call him that.
For now, the only thing that matters is rocking up against this baffling, fascinating, lovely man, trying to capture his lips again, and whispering through every attempt: ]
Akira... Akira.
[ Maruki will say it as many times as he wants. ]
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Akira's mouth moves just as feverishly, needing to find contact with any of Maruki's skin it can, answering in kind to every utterance of his name with hot, heavy breath, ] Takuto, Takuto...!
[ And the needs keep piling up. He needs to kiss, needs both hands to hold this man, needs Maruki inside of him, and whether it's moving too fast or not he's decided he'll be getting all of those in short order.
With all the grace and care of someone who most definitely can still see what he's doing, the hand behind him shifts (with a quiet whine from Akira) to take hold of Maruki's cock, gently gliding down from tip to base with whatever slick's still stuck to his fingers before it's all of himself he's lowering down.
Half-lidded, adoring eyes don't look away even as they flutter open and shut from the sensation. The two of them might as well be the only people in the world at this moment. ]
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Aah–
[ It's a high, strangled sound that gets punched out of him as Akira begins to lower himself down. Both of Maruki's hands fly to his hips, doing anything he can to help steady him – but his fingers grip tight, tight, hard enough to bruise as he pants and fights the urge to rock up.
Did he tell Akira? He didn't, did he– oh, he has to now, voice thin and strained as he's slowly enveloped in that perfect slick heat. ]
I've never been on th– hah, god, on this side of things before. It's always been the other way around, and... [ Another thought cut short in favor of a whimper, his own eyes fluttering shut before snapping open again to make sure he doesn't miss more than a second of this. ] I'm glad. I'm so glad it's you.