[Demanding and shameless - what a combination. Truly, isn't Tsukasa put upon as a boyfriend?
There's a breath of a laugh, amused because Leo is always so much, before he presses forward. Leo is demanding, but he is also everything that Tsukasa is unbearably and unbelievably tied to, tethered to, in love with.
Creating evidence of that, blooming dark marks on Leo's skin, is most certainly something that Tsukasa can be on board with.
He gets to work, pressing his lips against Leo's neck again - high enough to just barely peek over the collar of a shirt, to tell a story to anyone who looks to closely and make it very clear indeed that his maddening king already has a companion. He nips and sucks, delighted and eager to leave his mark.
Ideally, the first of many. When he pulls away, his hands finally set upon easing Leo's shirt off his shoulders at the same time.]
Does this please you, my lord?
[Taunting as ever. The recognition of Leo's former title but only with the rebellious tint that always colored Tsukasa's view. What are regimes if not made to be toppled?
And he would very much like to have this king crumble before him.
Which is probably why he doesn't entirely wait for a response, mouth working lower and lower until Tsukasa finds a suitable spot at Leo's collarbone to leave another mark. His hands explore similarly, running over bare skin until his thumbs run over exposed nipples.]
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[Demanding and shameless - what a combination. Truly, isn't Tsukasa put upon as a boyfriend?
There's a breath of a laugh, amused because Leo is always so much, before he presses forward. Leo is demanding, but he is also everything that Tsukasa is unbearably and unbelievably tied to, tethered to, in love with.
Creating evidence of that, blooming dark marks on Leo's skin, is most certainly something that Tsukasa can be on board with.
He gets to work, pressing his lips against Leo's neck again - high enough to just barely peek over the collar of a shirt, to tell a story to anyone who looks to closely and make it very clear indeed that his maddening king already has a companion. He nips and sucks, delighted and eager to leave his mark.
Ideally, the first of many. When he pulls away, his hands finally set upon easing Leo's shirt off his shoulders at the same time.]
Does this please you, my lord?
[Taunting as ever. The recognition of Leo's former title but only with the rebellious tint that always colored Tsukasa's view. What are regimes if not made to be toppled?
And he would very much like to have this king crumble before him.
Which is probably why he doesn't entirely wait for a response, mouth working lower and lower until Tsukasa finds a suitable spot at Leo's collarbone to leave another mark. His hands explore similarly, running over bare skin until his thumbs run over exposed nipples.]