[ he doesn't know what he likes more, honestly. feather kisses, teasing, possibilities that pop and lighten him with their quick existences. or this, this, where tsukasa's so so close and leo's mapping out the feel of tsukasa's mouth with his tongue, the one hand he's had in tsukasa's hair shifts then moves, both drifting to frame around tsukasa's waist, to keep him there and close. close. close.
he keeps the kiss going as long as he can, separating only when the breath in his lungs is truly gone, not when he feels like it, and the breath he takes when he pulls away from tsukasa (very little distance between them regardless) pierces through the silence of the room following that. he almost pants. his arms still circle him, and he refuses to move--save to run his hands idly up and down his back, wondering, a ghost of fingertips on tsukasa's clothed skin. ]
Better, [ he says, but he means it's perfect--that suou's perfect, even though perfection seems like such a limiting concept. maybe it's better to say it's infinite, he's infinite, and leo can't quite deny the heat pooling in his stomach now, rising to his cheeks, has it always been so difficult to catch his breath--
he sighs, torn between wanting to tear away buttons and press himself to tsukasa's chest, or just looking at the beautiful sight of his boyfriend, fully kissed and ever so close. ]
Tsukasa. Mm, I can ask for more, can't I? Or... [ here, he considers something, then shakes his head lightly. ] Nope, it's your turn. What do you want?
[ the king makes himself compliant for no one else. ]
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he keeps the kiss going as long as he can, separating only when the breath in his lungs is truly gone, not when he feels like it, and the breath he takes when he pulls away from tsukasa (very little distance between them regardless) pierces through the silence of the room following that. he almost pants. his arms still circle him, and he refuses to move--save to run his hands idly up and down his back, wondering, a ghost of fingertips on tsukasa's clothed skin. ]
Better, [ he says, but he means it's perfect--that suou's perfect, even though perfection seems like such a limiting concept. maybe it's better to say it's infinite, he's infinite, and leo can't quite deny the heat pooling in his stomach now, rising to his cheeks, has it always been so difficult to catch his breath--
he sighs, torn between wanting to tear away buttons and press himself to tsukasa's chest, or just looking at the beautiful sight of his boyfriend, fully kissed and ever so close. ]
Tsukasa. Mm, I can ask for more, can't I? Or... [ here, he considers something, then shakes his head lightly. ] Nope, it's your turn. What do you want?
[ the king makes himself compliant for no one else. ]