what leo can do with his mouth is probably illegal in a collection of countries and if that's not the case then tsukasa would certainly create a petition to make it so
that said, it's a story in three parts.
first, a gasping breath. a gasping breath taken in the hopes that maybe his lungs will one day fill full again, instead of constantly having the air stolen from them with every sinful movement of leo's.
second, a broken moan. a broken moan that comes from tsukasa's core, works its way up his spine, escapes through his mouth before he can even think to stop it. his fingers working more desperately into Leo's hair, no longer mindful to keep from being too painful. better to ask for forgiveness than permission, isn't it? leo gave him permission for everything, didn't he?
excuses, excuses.
for third - third, he can't help himself. the moans spill from him, chasing after the first. even as he obliges to keep his legs spread, to allow Leo access to all that skin, he can't help the slight raise of his hips to follow the wet heat of Leo's mouth, the fingers in his hair guiding him down in the same motion.]
L-Leo. [his lord and king and lover's name on his tongue and it hangs in between them, as if all other words and names had been wiped from Tsukasa's memory
a gasp for air, as if it'll do anything for his too fast beating heart and the need burning through his veins] God, that's so —
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what leo can do with his mouth is probably illegal in a collection of countries and if that's not the case then tsukasa would certainly create a petition to make it so
that said, it's a story in three parts.
first, a gasping breath. a gasping breath taken in the hopes that maybe his lungs will one day fill full again, instead of constantly having the air stolen from them with every sinful movement of leo's.
second, a broken moan. a broken moan that comes from tsukasa's core, works its way up his spine, escapes through his mouth before he can even think to stop it. his fingers working more desperately into Leo's hair, no longer mindful to keep from being too painful. better to ask for forgiveness than permission, isn't it? leo gave him permission for everything, didn't he?
excuses, excuses.
for third - third, he can't help himself. the moans spill from him, chasing after the first. even as he obliges to keep his legs spread, to allow Leo access to all that skin, he can't help the slight raise of his hips to follow the wet heat of Leo's mouth, the fingers in his hair guiding him down in the same motion.]
L-Leo. [his lord and king and lover's name on his tongue and it hangs in between them, as if all other words and names had been wiped from Tsukasa's memory
a gasp for air, as if it'll do anything for his too fast beating heart and the need burning through his veins] God, that's so —
You're so good. You're — so good....
[consider him suitably undone]