he knows by now that pushing suou like this doesn't garner a lack of results, and it's a dangerous kind of game, pulling, pulling and then being pulled apart, but leo's addicted to just about every aspect of tsukasa at this point, mm, and the teeth at his neck and the sensation of tsukasa looming over him like this draws out the smallest of groans, one he can't really help. other things he can't help: his unvoiced command, the way his hand pushes down on suou, urges him closer and closer for more contact, something rougher, just more in general.
maybe he is the spoiled one this time. he's never really been the type to make demands even when King was the mantle he wore, but right now every part of him wants to pull tsukasa to do this, to do that, and he wants to return the favor.
okay, so there might be merit in that.
yet he can't really find it in himself to care. the heat's rising up, tsukasa's sinking him, and his words come out as steady as he can get them with that hint of something shifting just beneath the surface. ]
H-haha. And you were all shy about this just a couple of minutes ago, Suo— [ breathy. in the end, it's breathy. ] —Hey, call me Leo.
[ a name's just a name and to him it still doesn't matter much, maybe a little bit more than it had in the past, but he's come to love the way his name tumbles from tsukasa's lips.
come to love the lots of things that tumble from tsukasa's lips, but that's later, later, later. ]
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he knows by now that pushing suou like this doesn't garner a lack of results, and it's a dangerous kind of game, pulling, pulling and then being pulled apart, but leo's addicted to just about every aspect of tsukasa at this point, mm, and the teeth at his neck and the sensation of tsukasa looming over him like this draws out the smallest of groans, one he can't really help. other things he can't help: his unvoiced command, the way his hand pushes down on suou, urges him closer and closer for more contact, something rougher, just more in general.
maybe he is the spoiled one this time. he's never really been the type to make demands even when King was the mantle he wore, but right now every part of him wants to pull tsukasa to do this, to do that, and he wants to return the favor.
okay, so there might be merit in that.
yet he can't really find it in himself to care. the heat's rising up, tsukasa's sinking him, and his words come out as steady as he can get them with that hint of something shifting just beneath the surface. ]
H-haha. And you were all shy about this just a couple of minutes ago, Suo— [ breathy. in the end, it's breathy. ] —Hey, call me Leo.
[ a name's just a name and to him it still doesn't matter much, maybe a little bit more than it had in the past, but he's come to love the way his name tumbles from tsukasa's lips.
come to love the lots of things that tumble from tsukasa's lips, but that's later, later, later. ]