[ Oh, the eyes are always watching, catalogueing every little reaction Maruki has to every little movement. So even if the teeth weren't returned, Akira would know to bring his down again just like this. ]
I want...
[ Separation just for a moment, to get a thought out, fighting against the urge to kiss and to bite, ]
To pin you down.
[ To lap, to taste, ]
Get nice and comfortable on top of you,
[ To thread fingers through the hair at the back of Maruki's skull and grip with perhaps a little too much force, smiling wide, skin to skin, ]
[ Every word sears and sparks, draws a high, wanting noise up out of Maruki's throat–
Until that turn at the end that makes his eyes go wide and round as saucers, mouth twisting into an incredulous grin as he presses both palms flat against Akira's shoulders to pull himself back and look him dead in the eye.
Well. In his regular eyes, at least... ]
Th-that's what you want? Really? I– hah, my god, well, okay...
[ Oh, all that fluster from earlier returns to him at once, squirming in Akira's lap and darting his gaze away.
No one has ever offered to do something like that, let alone so boldly. He's never been in that position with another man, and the novelty of it is as thrilling as it is terrifying. ]
... We should. Ah. Um. See how nice the bed is in this room of yours. I think. [ A tiny, strangled clearing of his throat. ] And then you can– yes. Please. Akira.
[ It just. Slips out. Every reaction he's having is already mortifying enough, why not tack that on too? ]
It's almost embarrassing how easily Maruki can make his own name echo inside his skull like this, but both his heart and his dick are too busy swelling to pay attention to much else outside of the fact he just got the ok to absolutely ravish this beautiful man. ]
I couldn't agree more~!
[ And without any warning a single arm loops itself under Maruki's legs to scoop him up, carrying him the short distance between the loveseat and the bed as if he were just another part of the feather-light sheets his back gently lands on.
Akira's much less concerned with drawing things out when it comes to his own belt and pants, counter-intuitively kneeling above Maruki's legs before he has to pause and adjust to get the damn things down far enough. It's fine, he can laugh at his own lack of foresight, and once he's got at least one leg free he can properly slink on up closer to Maruki's face to get another very important question out of the way. ]
So, would you like to help me out, or should I give you a show...?
[ Being hauled around like he's no heavier than a sack of rice from the market will never lose its appeal for Maruki. He might squawk in surprise at first, but by the time Akira has him flat on his back on the bed, he's laughing, nearly breathless with delirious joy. He'll always be weak for a man who's stronger than he looks...
And he blinks up at that question, the grin still on his lips from watching Akira's tangle with his own clothes, eyebrows raising quizzically. ]
Is that a real option? Being given a show? I have to admit, I do like watching you...
[ Whether the bottle he reaches for the nightstand drawer to pull out came with the room or he brought it himself is hard to say, it looks too nice to tell. Either way, it's now crystal clear what he means once he pops the cap off. ]
Though you should know I'd never mind having your hands on me.
[ Maruki may be easily flustered and overwhelmed, painfully shy when the attention is turned on him, but he's far from puritanical – his mind instantly supplies a dozen feverish images of exactly what he could do with his hands on Akira as he puts on his little show. He's an insatiable man, after all, and Akira has managed to crack the mask that keeps it all under wraps. He can't stop himself now.
He exhales, low and slow, awestruck eyes roving up and down Akira's body poised above him, and his smile warms his words. ]
Well... it works out nicely, then. I don't think I could keep my hands off of you.
[ And then, to emphasize the point: Both of Maruki's palms slide broadly over Akira's thighs, an appreciative squeeze to the firm muscle there as they make their way up to grip his hips. ]
[ A shiver of anticipation runs up his spine at the feeling of bold hands exploring up his legs, already feeling so, so hot to the touch. Oooh but it's going to be difficult to take as much time as he needs with this one. ]
Then by all means.
[ One hand taking hold of Maruki's wrist for balance, he guides a slicked up finger back, and down, and all those eyes fluttering with a hitch of his breath is only one precious moment lost staring down at the man in front of them.
Yet he decides it's still too many once they're all back open. Patience, patience... ]
[ OH, OKAY. So he wasn't able to escape the attention on him after all, even with Akira being the main attraction at the moment! The noise that escapes from Maruki is half startled yelp, half disbelieving laugh – it's patently absurd, as Akira is on display all strong and lithe, straddling him and opening himself up so brazenly, that they're talking about him.
But there those are eyes, trained inexorably on Maruki.
That blush, somewhat abated earlier, rises back to the surface and begins to travel down his chest. The hand not caught by Akira wanders up to trace delicate fingers along one of the jagged scars. ]
You ought to take a good look at yourself before you say things like that! I never pictured you like this, Ak– ah, um, Takahashi, but you're a vision, really...
Oh no, no, [ Back down forward again, truly a display of thigh and core strength, but the main goal is to place a teasing fingertip below Maruki's lips. ] don't get shy on me now. I heard you loud and clear that first time.
And I'd like to hear it again.
[ Hand moving to the pillow for leverage instead, it has the oh so delightful side effect of letting him bring his own lips closer to Maruki's ear. His other not having stopped, not even for a moment, his breathing is getting ragged--hot, heavy, downright shameless as he lowers his voice into a husky whisper, ]
[ 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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I want...
[ Separation just for a moment, to get a thought out, fighting against the urge to kiss and to bite, ]
To pin you down.
[ To lap, to taste, ]
Get nice and comfortable on top of you,
[ To thread fingers through the hair at the back of Maruki's skull and grip with perhaps a little too much force, smiling wide, skin to skin, ]
And ride you until we both forget our names.
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Until that turn at the end that makes his eyes go wide and round as saucers, mouth twisting into an incredulous grin as he presses both palms flat against Akira's shoulders to pull himself back and look him dead in the eye.
Well. In his regular eyes, at least... ]
Th-that's what you want? Really? I– hah, my god, well, okay...
[ Oh, all that fluster from earlier returns to him at once, squirming in Akira's lap and darting his gaze away.
No one has ever offered to do something like that, let alone so boldly. He's never been in that position with another man, and the novelty of it is as thrilling as it is terrifying. ]
... We should. Ah. Um. See how nice the bed is in this room of yours. I think. [ A tiny, strangled clearing of his throat. ] And then you can– yes. Please. Akira.
[ It just. Slips out. Every reaction he's having is already mortifying enough, why not tack that on too? ]
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It's almost embarrassing how easily Maruki can make his own name echo inside his skull like this, but both his heart and his dick are too busy swelling to pay attention to much else outside of the fact he just got the ok to absolutely ravish this beautiful man. ]
I couldn't agree more~!
[ And without any warning a single arm loops itself under Maruki's legs to scoop him up, carrying him the short distance between the loveseat and the bed as if he were just another part of the feather-light sheets his back gently lands on.
Akira's much less concerned with drawing things out when it comes to his own belt and pants, counter-intuitively kneeling above Maruki's legs before he has to pause and adjust to get the damn things down far enough. It's fine, he can laugh at his own lack of foresight, and once he's got at least one leg free he can properly slink on up closer to Maruki's face to get another very important question out of the way. ]
So, would you like to help me out, or should I give you a show...?
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And he blinks up at that question, the grin still on his lips from watching Akira's tangle with his own clothes, eyebrows raising quizzically. ]
Is that a real option? Being given a show? I have to admit, I do like watching you...
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[ Whether the bottle he reaches for the nightstand drawer to pull out came with the room or he brought it himself is hard to say, it looks too nice to tell. Either way, it's now crystal clear what he means once he pops the cap off. ]
Though you should know I'd never mind having your hands on me.
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He exhales, low and slow, awestruck eyes roving up and down Akira's body poised above him, and his smile warms his words. ]
Well... it works out nicely, then. I don't think I could keep my hands off of you.
[ And then, to emphasize the point: Both of Maruki's palms slide broadly over Akira's thighs, an appreciative squeeze to the firm muscle there as they make their way up to grip his hips. ]
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Then by all means.
[ One hand taking hold of Maruki's wrist for balance, he guides a slicked up finger back, and down, and all those eyes fluttering with a hitch of his breath is only one precious moment lost staring down at the man in front of them.
Yet he decides it's still too many once they're all back open. Patience, patience... ]
You...you really are beautiful, you know.
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But there those are eyes, trained inexorably on Maruki.
That blush, somewhat abated earlier, rises back to the surface and begins to travel down his chest. The hand not caught by Akira wanders up to trace delicate fingers along one of the jagged scars. ]
You ought to take a good look at yourself before you say things like that! I never pictured you like this, Ak– ah, um, Takahashi, but you're a vision, really...
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And I'd like to hear it again.
[ Hand moving to the pillow for leverage instead, it has the oh so delightful side effect of letting him bring his own lips closer to Maruki's ear. His other not having stopped, not even for a moment, his breathing is getting ragged--hot, heavy, downright shameless as he lowers his voice into a husky whisper, ]
Takuto...
DERANGED BARKING
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.