a barely suppressed shiver, every word and touch engraving themselves into his mind, into his skin, never to be forgotten. if he could make a song consisting of just the sounds falling from tsukasa's lips, the pull under his syllables, that might be his best one—the gasps, the moans, that's what leo's mirroring in his own feverish way, his fingers trailing up, up, up, until they linger on the waistband of tsukasa's pants.
they settle there.
he called him cute, but if he keeps talking like that, touching him like that, leo's just going to get filthy.
leo keeps his forehead on tsukasa's even as he begins to move. ]
Haha. A... Knight making a request to his King, huh.
[ his fingers tease slowly at the skin of tsukasa's lower stomach, pushing his shirt aside just the slightest before it's his turn to work at buttons, starting from the bottom.
when one is done, the tip of his fingers ghost over the skin revealed until he moves on ]
Whenever you want. I love when you ask.
[ he returns those whispers of affection, trailing on, on, and at some point when he trails the map of skin that he's covered and hasn't covered with the pads of his fingers, his thumbs hook underneath tsukasa's pants, and ]
When you don't, too, 'cause you know I'll say yes—
[ and then back to the buttons, a playful smile at his lips, with more buttons and more grazing. then leo says, quietly: ]
—Tsukasa. Wanna trade places?
[ he shifts, squirming a bit. his pants are so constricting, but mostly he just wants to do so much to tsukasa, so much that he can't in this position.
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a barely suppressed shiver, every word and touch engraving themselves into his mind, into his skin, never to be forgotten. if he could make a song consisting of just the sounds falling from tsukasa's lips, the pull under his syllables, that might be his best one—the gasps, the moans, that's what leo's mirroring in his own feverish way, his fingers trailing up, up, up, until they linger on the waistband of tsukasa's pants.
they settle there.
he called him cute, but if he keeps talking like that, touching him like that, leo's just going to get filthy.
leo keeps his forehead on tsukasa's even as he begins to move. ]
Haha. A... Knight making a request to his King, huh.
[ his fingers tease slowly at the skin of tsukasa's lower stomach, pushing his shirt aside just the slightest before it's his turn to work at buttons, starting from the bottom.
when one is done, the tip of his fingers ghost over the skin revealed until he moves on ]
Whenever you want. I love when you ask.
[ he returns those whispers of affection, trailing on, on, and at some point when he trails the map of skin that he's covered and hasn't covered with the pads of his fingers, his thumbs hook underneath tsukasa's pants, and ]
When you don't, too, 'cause you know I'll say yes—
[ and then back to the buttons, a playful smile at his lips, with more buttons and more grazing. then leo says, quietly: ]
—Tsukasa. Wanna trade places?
[ he shifts, squirming a bit. his pants are so constricting, but mostly he just wants to do so much to tsukasa, so much that he can't in this position.
he wants to break him apart too— ]
Like... let me sit on your lap for a bit.