tsukasa calls him shameless, and maybe he is, but it's worth it for the reaction he gets, for tsukasa's promise of everything. go ahead then, he wants to say. completely let go, because he meant what he offered--anything, everything, if he wanted leo to melt he'd have to as well.
and that's wonderful. tsukasa is beautiful kissing him, gorgeous in his lap, his, and he smiles into their kiss at the thought. soon, he's hardly functioning through the lustful haze--because now there's the slow grind, and leo moans lightly. the sound slipping from tsukasa and his actions peel away his first layer of sanity.
no, he's definitely hard now if he wasn't before, the hands on suou's back curling into fists, bunching the fabric of his shirt. actually, curse that shirt. curse pants, too, as leo bucks slightly; he's looking for more friction, more contact, his smile knocked away as tsukasa slowly begins to destroy him.
fine, this is fine, and when he finally gets a chance to breathe he slips out, shaky: ]
Go ahead. Everything--that's what I said--
[ said he wanted, that is, but he's just not even going to finish that sentence because that's some time without the pressure of tsukasa's mouth on his, and he needs that. ]
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tsukasa calls him shameless, and maybe he is, but it's worth it for the reaction he gets, for tsukasa's promise of everything. go ahead then, he wants to say. completely let go, because he meant what he offered--anything, everything, if he wanted leo to melt he'd have to as well.
and that's wonderful. tsukasa is beautiful kissing him, gorgeous in his lap, his, and he smiles into their kiss at the thought. soon, he's hardly functioning through the lustful haze--because now there's the slow grind, and leo moans lightly. the sound slipping from tsukasa and his actions peel away his first layer of sanity.
no, he's definitely hard now if he wasn't before, the hands on suou's back curling into fists, bunching the fabric of his shirt. actually, curse that shirt. curse pants, too, as leo bucks slightly; he's looking for more friction, more contact, his smile knocked away as tsukasa slowly begins to destroy him.
fine, this is fine, and when he finally gets a chance to breathe he slips out, shaky: ]
Go ahead. Everything--that's what I said--
[ said he wanted, that is, but he's just not even going to finish that sentence because that's some time without the pressure of tsukasa's mouth on his, and he needs that. ]