[ rude. but it's true, truer now — because how else is leo supposed to keep his mind on anything but this when the pace is so aggravating, a mirror of the slow way he'd tried to take tsukasa apart, but worse somehow.
forget sanity.
and as leo opens an eye to meet the way tsukasa licks his lips, he knows he's almost completely gone, knows that tsukasa's aware of such a fact, of everything he's doing. not that there was any doubt about that. he almost obliges, almost completely does slip, a small exhale escaping with those kisses that linger lower and lower, the pace that increases and increases and doesn't.
and he throws his head back a little. the next thing coming out of his lips can be best described as something like a frustrated growl, yes, because it's leo, and because he knows he's pliable in tsukasa's hands, that even though he's teasing a little in turn and trying to make tsukasa work a little for a result like that, he's questioning the worth of that more and more.
then tsukasa's fingers hit him in a way that rips a moan from his throat, and he stops questioning. it's a taste of his peak, and leo's tired of waiting, tired of this pace that goes everywhere and nowhere. he shifts downwards, moves — like he's the one dictating the speed, like his plan is, simply and crudely put, to fuck himself on tsukasa's fingers if this is how it's going to go.
but, finally, he bends. he sighs out: ]
Okay. [ his heart, pounding, his arousal burning and — suou is such a handful, always. ] Mm, okay — Tsukasa, just... more. More, okay?
[ unraveled, that's what he is, so that's a success. ]
no subject
forget sanity.
and as leo opens an eye to meet the way tsukasa licks his lips, he knows he's almost completely gone, knows that tsukasa's aware of such a fact, of everything he's doing. not that there was any doubt about that. he almost obliges, almost completely does slip, a small exhale escaping with those kisses that linger lower and lower, the pace that increases and increases and doesn't.
and he throws his head back a little. the next thing coming out of his lips can be best described as something like a frustrated growl, yes, because it's leo, and because he knows he's pliable in tsukasa's hands, that even though he's teasing a little in turn and trying to make tsukasa work a little for a result like that, he's questioning the worth of that more and more.
then tsukasa's fingers hit him in a way that rips a moan from his throat, and he stops questioning. it's a taste of his peak, and leo's tired of waiting, tired of this pace that goes everywhere and nowhere. he shifts downwards, moves — like he's the one dictating the speed, like his plan is, simply and crudely put, to fuck himself on tsukasa's fingers if this is how it's going to go.
but, finally, he bends. he sighs out: ]
Okay. [ his heart, pounding, his arousal burning and — suou is such a handful, always. ] Mm, okay — Tsukasa, just... more. More, okay?
[ unraveled, that's what he is, so that's a success. ]