there is no way that it could be anything else, the way that this manages to play on so many different emotions - the way that Leo manages to invoke parts of Tsukasa that he leaves untouched, forgotten, sometimes doesn't even know about
but it's here, his heart hammering in his chest and breath coming out haggard indeed even as he lets Leo undress him. how opposite, he can't help but think. shouldn't he be the one assisting and serving his king? and yet - and yet he feels so entirely spoiled
(and he loves it. he loves it so much, loves to be doted on, loves this precipice of possessing control and yet none at all)
he stands on another precipice, calls upon every inch of his self-control to not lift his hips again in response to Leo's touch, to not buck into his hand and chase the friction and follow the base need—]
Leo.
[was that his lord's name or a groan? he can't really provide an answer for a second, his breath coming out in stutters]
Was that... on purpose?
[one hand remains in Leo's hair, the other coming up to Tsukasa's own heated face as runs a hand through his own hair]
You know I - can't respond....
[can't respond the way he wants - with assurances that Leo never thinks he deserves enough, with the promise that there's no reason to thank him, with doting kisses and sweet words - because it's a little bit too hard to see the innocence of their affection with lust clouding his mind]
no subject
it's a test, isn't it?
it has to be a test.
there is no way that it could be anything else, the way that this manages to play on so many different emotions - the way that Leo manages to invoke parts of Tsukasa that he leaves untouched, forgotten, sometimes doesn't even know about
but it's here, his heart hammering in his chest and breath coming out haggard indeed even as he lets Leo undress him. how opposite, he can't help but think. shouldn't he be the one assisting and serving his king? and yet - and yet he feels so entirely spoiled
(and he loves it. he loves it so much, loves to be doted on, loves this precipice of possessing control and yet none at all)
he stands on another precipice, calls upon every inch of his self-control to not lift his hips again in response to Leo's touch, to not buck into his hand and chase the friction and follow the base need—]
Leo.
[was that his lord's name or a groan? he can't really provide an answer for a second, his breath coming out in stutters]
Was that... on purpose?
[one hand remains in Leo's hair, the other coming up to Tsukasa's own heated face as runs a hand through his own hair]
You know I - can't respond....
[can't respond the way he wants - with assurances that Leo never thinks he deserves enough, with the promise that there's no reason to thank him, with doting kisses and sweet words - because it's a little bit too hard to see the innocence of their affection with lust clouding his mind]