i can't believe that's a sentence i wrote and this is a tag im writing
but no, truly, it is fanfiction. see, leo had a tendency to settle into a daze when it came to whatever he was writing; here, it hadn't started as such, but there's the never-kicked habit of a song speaking through him through work that he should've been doing. he shoved the latter for the former and then, in drawing inspiration for that distracting song, he found tsukasa.
rather, images of tsukasa. all of them so quick but vibrant, and the sheer variety of them all leads him to jot them down as they come, remembering each and every single strand of inspiration and emotion that came bundled with every scenario. it's work turned to a musical score turned to dirty fanfiction. that's a very apt summary of what leo's working on on their desk, really.
tsukasa walking in on this isn't in the manuscript.
and, honestly, it does take a while for the boo to settle.
when it does, he straightens very suddenly, his pen creating a sudden, harsh line at the end of a sentence containing the words (when tsukasa kisses a certain spot: a jolt, a spark). ]
Woah—!
[ he gasps that out, and then cranes his head back slightly to see this friggin' intruder.
this is when the shame settles at having been caught writing some kind of lewd phrases of someone you're dating, right
nope. he's just moving a hand up to touch tsukasa's cheek softly. ]
—When'd you... You're getting way too sneaky, huh? [ wait, can't forget this one: ] Welcome home!
Honestly not the first time that Tsukasa's had the thought probably - living with Leo has certainly been an adventure? - but really the study is supposed to be for studying... for hard work... for being productive and getting things done, but that doesn't seem to be what's going on here?
Ah, but first.]
Mm, I'm glad to be home. [A pleased smile coupled with the followed impulse of leaning forward and leaving a brief kiss right at the corner of Leo's lips.] You're still hard at work?
[is what he hopes
until he actually takes a better glance over at what Leo's poring over. it starts as work apparently and Tsukasa can't help but smile a bit when it turns into a musical score but then it
turns to words
and from there he's skimming, blinking, confused as he finds his name on the page and
nope. mostly they've been together too long and done too much for leo to be at the point that he really feels shame... and given he's barely the type to feel it regardless, can anyone really be surprised? in his defence, maybe he would've, if this was fresh and new and he wasn't leo and he wasn't tsukasa.
at least he mulls over the sheets a bit, skimming his own words, as if he's not the one who wrote them. ]
... Oh, [ ..... there's no proper explanation for this, is there?
so instead leo says, pointing to a specific line: ] This part? That was that one time, yeah? We came back from that meet-up a couple of months ago, I think? Huh, wait, that's sure vague, huh...? Was it a month ago? Or maybe it was...
[ his memory's not the best, but even he remembers the specific actions burned as they are into his mind. fortunately his attention span is just as poor as his general ability to Recall Things, because he's shifting his chair a bit to get a better look at tsukasa and—
— pausing over the roses, with a grin. ]
Hey, are those for me?
[ ignoring that he didn't even answer the actual question asked
Tsukasa's actually the one flushing a little bit when Leo points out a specific line and given the context - well, he remembers because he's not a horrible boyfriend who lets the days blend together, okay. It makes him glance away for a second because one of them has to possess some shame alright
well, it's not like he wasn't hoping for similar to happen tonight but
anyway
that sure is an opening to talk about something else and so Tsukasa does offer the roses out, because he's a romantic fool. sort of. he's actually probably just more traditional than anything and giving Leo roses seemed like a good idea even though tsukasa would probably be the one taking care of them anyway
so here he goes, presenting a bouquet of a dozen roses]
No, they're for Onee-sama? [really....... a bit of a laugh and he'll lean closer, closing the distance between himself and Leo considerably] Mm, I suppose I just felt like giving you a few surprises today would be fun.
[ thanks for making up for leo's lack of anything resembling Normal People skills or plant skills, tsukasa
and also for being a little shit for a second there, which gets leo's brow raising and the corner of his lips twitch downwards then upwards; he takes the bouquet and that sarcasm, just chuckles, amused, the smile bright and genuine on his face when he admires the flowers for just a moment; after that, his admiration trails to tsukasa. where tsukasa leans closer to pull them closer, leo does the same in his own way, careful to not keep the flowers between them.
a hand, again, raised to brush back some strands of suou's hair, his hands lingering here and there for brief moments. he's taller (a fact that was at first a little frustrating then not) and leo's not moving too much from his chair, but they're close so it's not too hard. ]
We can just call it a trade, 'cause I'm pretty surprised too. So spontaneous! Ahaha, I love it! [ and because there's that warmth spreading around him, thoughts of tsukasa still fresh, and now he's here.
excuse him if he's a little touchy. ] Them, you.
[ unvoiced goes his curiousity about what those "few surprises" are, as this is just the one, but it's asked in his eyes that are carefully trained on suou. ]
[well, sometimes Leo is cute. sometimes - very rarely, tsukasa would lie to himself, but that mentality does tend to make it all the sweeter when he's pleasantly surprised
like now.
The touchiness manages to get Tsukasa to smile gently, leaning into Leo's touch automatically as he reaches up to him, closing whatever small distance there is between them even more up until he rests his forehead against Leo's, leaving them practically nose to nose
in truth, his day hadn't been Bad but he can still answer truthfully:]
I'm much better now, thank you.
[softly, as if it's a secret between the two of them. but close as they are, what's the point of raising his voice needlessly?
they're so close now that he can practically feel Leo's words on his lips. it occurs to him to kiss him - soon, he thinks. drawing it out a little bit longer might just make it all the sweeter? or perhaps he's just being spoiled again, too content to drink in the way that Leo is fixated on him without yet satisfying the need between them
[ leo starts there, and he puts the roses carefully on the desk. tsukasa's breath is a ghost on his skin, a blooming rush from the closeness causing a heat to rise to his face. he's not shy, no, never--but it's just a reaction, his response to tsukasa's game of close, not close enough. a reaction to tsukasa in general, that fire that no one else can start.
tsukasa's close enough now that leo can thread his fingers into his hair gently. mostly he just wants to touch; to fully submerge himself into whatever fragment of tsukasa he can reach. ]
Distracted, [ is how he continues, mirroring tsukasa's volume, though his speech is slower--if tsukasa wanted to savor the depth of leo's affection, he wasn't about to hold back. ] with how spoiled you are. Are you gonna kiss me or what?
[ it's not annoyed, or impatient--if anything it's the opposite, entirely patient and somewhat playful. if the answer is no and tsukasa wants to drag this out, it's fine with him, and he's certainly in no rush.
[Tsukasa tried to keep his poker face, tried to maintain an even demeanor - and certainly he found himself failing horribly. There was too much mischief in his eyes, too much delight in his voice.
Still, it was funny, wasn't it?
But Tsukasa Suou was a gentleman and he had no qualms with obliging. His hand own hand came up then, to return the favor, to touch as gently yet eagerly as Leo had began. The brush of his fingers against Leo's cheek, trailing down his jawline, curving around to his chin.
A gentle guide to move Leo's head to one side as Tsukasa pulled back just enough, only for a second, before he leaned in again. This time to press his lips against Leo's neck once. Twice.
[ ah. his eyes slide shut with the feel of tsukasa's touch, his body going with the movements easily—a lean of his head where tsukasa leads him, his fingers curling slightly in their place, entangled still in tsukasa's hair. it's not the kiss he expects, though he really should have, and the way his breath catches just a little makes that obvious.
tsukasa's smiling and calling him leader with that mischief in his eyes, and he knows what he's doing, the brat, but still it's fine. leo's heart goes pitter patter; for now he fits the role.
he hums in thought. now, his hand runs lines where it lays settled on tsukasa's head; light, gentle scratching is his own gesture of affection for the time being, as he pretends to wonder about what he "wants".
it's one thing. ]
Mm, [ just barely there, as he's drowning. drowning in distraction and the feel of tsukasa making contact.
and his eyes remain shut. ] A little. But if that's all you've got, Suo, that's kinda disappointing.
[Because that sounds like a challenge and who is Tsukasa Suou besides the one who will most gladly meet Leo at every single challenge? His lips curl into a smile even against the skin of Leo's neck before he hums noncommittally, then pressing his lips against the sensitive skin there again.]
Then allow me to try to match expectations.
[Most gladly.
Since it appears that they won't be moving from this spot for some time still, Tsukasa doesn't hesitate. It's an easy movement for him to shift, turn so that he can straddle Leo's lap on the chair. One hand remains cupped against his former leader's jaw, another finds purchase on his chest, his thumb brushing against the top button of his dress shirt.
It makes it easier for Tsukasa's mouth to work lower, moving down down down the line of Leo's neck. A gentle scrape of teeth at the crook of Leo's neck.
he knows by now that pushing suou like this doesn't garner a lack of results, and it's a dangerous kind of game, pulling, pulling and then being pulled apart, but leo's addicted to just about every aspect of tsukasa at this point, mm, and the teeth at his neck and the sensation of tsukasa looming over him like this draws out the smallest of groans, one he can't really help. other things he can't help: his unvoiced command, the way his hand pushes down on suou, urges him closer and closer for more contact, something rougher, just more in general.
maybe he is the spoiled one this time. he's never really been the type to make demands even when King was the mantle he wore, but right now every part of him wants to pull tsukasa to do this, to do that, and he wants to return the favor.
okay, so there might be merit in that.
yet he can't really find it in himself to care. the heat's rising up, tsukasa's sinking him, and his words come out as steady as he can get them with that hint of something shifting just beneath the surface. ]
H-haha. And you were all shy about this just a couple of minutes ago, Suo— [ breathy. in the end, it's breathy. ] —Hey, call me Leo.
[ a name's just a name and to him it still doesn't matter much, maybe a little bit more than it had in the past, but he's come to love the way his name tumbles from tsukasa's lips.
come to love the lots of things that tumble from tsukasa's lips, but that's later, later, later. ]
[The second that Tsukasa's mouth isn't preoccupied, he challenges. Just as Leo will push against him, he'll push back. Relentlessly. In every way that he knows how.
Talk about demanding.
Even with Leo's hand in his hair, asking him for more, goading him on and certainly Tsukasa will oblige soon - but not soon enough. He pulls back just enough to properly hover over Leo, eyes half-lidded and rebellious.]
I don't know if I would call it shy.... [it was definitely shy] but rather, I changed my mind? After my leader clearly wanted something of me.
[and now the true test of his self-control. he leans down then, pressing his lips against Leo's. A brief, fleeting ghost of a kiss.]
My king.
[another, firmer, lingering.]
My lord.
[another, just barely pulling back to whisper against Leo's lips-]
My beloved.
[the last gets lost in kiss after kiss, Tsukasa's grip completely loosening. so much for self-control--
but could be be blamed? when he's so sure that Leo's lips taste like candy and Tsukasa has always had a terrible sweet tooth
[ the glimpse that leo gets of tsukasa's expression is enough to live with the fact he pulled away just the slightest. that small exhale of impatience can drift away now, as every name and every kiss tsukasa follows with sends a jolt through his system; they trigger the part of him that wants and wants and loves and loves, steal the breath from his lungs and the little logical thought left in his brain.
dangerous.
it's dangerous, but leo adores it. adores him.
and after those calls of affection, that last, little whisper—the one he's been waiting for, the sound of his name in that way—how is he supposed to be expected to keep it together?
he doesn't. ]
Tsukasa, [ is his response, and every syllable drops like it's the last thing leo'll ever say. ] I want everything. I love you, you know? You're so beautiful. My beautiful knight.
[ his, his, his. he's not entirely possessive, but he can't lie to himself—he loves the concept of tsukasa belonging to him and his belonging to tsukasa, and it almost feels as if that's just how it's always been.
now, it's leo who leans in for one more kiss, except it's not short, frantic; it's slow, heartfelt, and he nibbles lightly at tsukasa's lower lip as a silent request to deepen it. ]
[please remember me hereafter he'd told Leo once, just seeking his attention and care.
now, there's no doubt in Tsukasa's mind that he is currently receiving all of it.
his name from Leo's lips is music to his ears, is enough to make his heart feel so full that it might burst and send fire through his veins at the same time. he moves automatically, pressing himself against Leo entirely, letting their bodies align just the same as their mouths do.
for what else can Tsukasa do but grant his lord and lover access to his mouth after he so politely asks for it? deepening the kiss is natural after that, tsukasa deciding that the only thing he wants in this moment is Leo
the only thing he'll want for some time is Leo, unbearably addicted as he is
he wants to respond - he wants to tell Leo that he loves him too, that he'll gladly be his everything, that beauty could be found in his king's eyes or in his breathy sighs - but it's still so hard to convince himself to pull away for even another second]
[ he doesn't know what he likes more, honestly. feather kisses, teasing, possibilities that pop and lighten him with their quick existences. or this, this, where tsukasa's so so close and leo's mapping out the feel of tsukasa's mouth with his tongue, the one hand he's had in tsukasa's hair shifts then moves, both drifting to frame around tsukasa's waist, to keep him there and close. close. close.
he keeps the kiss going as long as he can, separating only when the breath in his lungs is truly gone, not when he feels like it, and the breath he takes when he pulls away from tsukasa (very little distance between them regardless) pierces through the silence of the room following that. he almost pants. his arms still circle him, and he refuses to move--save to run his hands idly up and down his back, wondering, a ghost of fingertips on tsukasa's clothed skin. ]
Better, [ he says, but he means it's perfect--that suou's perfect, even though perfection seems like such a limiting concept. maybe it's better to say it's infinite, he's infinite, and leo can't quite deny the heat pooling in his stomach now, rising to his cheeks, has it always been so difficult to catch his breath--
he sighs, torn between wanting to tear away buttons and press himself to tsukasa's chest, or just looking at the beautiful sight of his boyfriend, fully kissed and ever so close. ]
Tsukasa. Mm, I can ask for more, can't I? Or... [ here, he considers something, then shakes his head lightly. ] Nope, it's your turn. What do you want?
[ the king makes himself compliant for no one else. ]
the kiss leaves Tsukasa breathless, leaves him dazed, leaves him with his forehead pressed against Leo's as if any unnecessary space between them is unbearable. both of his arms rest around Leo's neck though they explore now, free as they are. as if he hadn't already refused to move, the hands running up and down his back absolutely keep him glued to Leo, leaving no space between them
and he doesn't hate that at all.
still, he huffs a laugh with what breath he has as he pulls away, amused]
Only "better"?
[not the best?
(greedy)
again, it sounds like a challenge to him - a gauntlet thrown down whether his lord intended it or not. whether or not Leo asked him what he wanted, Tsukasa still finds himself with a new, singular goal: ensure that Leo is able to lose himself in something that could only be considered the best
so he sighs then, regaining himself enough to claim one more brief kiss - though not without purpose, nipping at Leo's bottom lip before he pulls away again]
It's a tall order, I know... [he hums, allowing the build-up to be deliciously slow] but there really is only one thing that I want.
[a sigh, as if lamenting, as if he doesn't have every intent of getting what he wants - and he dips his head to rest by Leo's ear. a murmur:]
I very much want you.
If you'd allow me the honor?
[permission - he's asking for permission. properly. gentlemanly.
except he's also pressing a kiss right beneath Leo's ear, punctuating it with a breathy, lustful sigh, his hand already coming to the front of Leo's shirt, poised to make quick work of the buttons
but there's no hiding how tsukasa affects him, how the murmur and kiss and traces of lust get him right at his core; he shudders, he actually shudders, the tips of his fingers drawing lines into that back pausing for just that small moment. if you'd allow me, he says, like he's not already starting, like he doesn't already have all of leo already, as if there's any way that leo would say "no" when he wants tsukasa just as badly, when he's here with him pressed up go him with his hands on the buttons and all he wants is more. ]
M-mm. Yeah, f'course...
[ that's his affirmation, forced steady with cracks of impatience, a fire spreading, his own lust permeating. he wants all of suou too, wants him moaning his name, wants to be just people following a pull, what feels good. ]
Pretty sure you already have me, though. [ there's a small half-laugh, just an amused exhale of air, really, as he still finds himself breathless. he'll always have him, basically, and he leans into tsukasa's touch, impatiently craving more.
there's a little delay, and then: ] You can do anything you want. I'll let you. Only you--
[ he says, like tsukasa doesn't already know, like he needed to vocalize anything. there's no shame in that. if it's suou, he'll crack and be cracked, lose that composure of his that he wouldn't with anyone else.
[In this moment, Tsukasa knows one thing: Leo Tsukinaga will be the end of him.
The shudder underneath him, the lust breaking up his words, the promises of himself to Tsukasa, only Tsukasa - it's almost overwhelming. It tests Tsukasa's self-control, his constant need to be a gentleman, when every urge tells him that he's received permission to do whatever he wants to Leo. None of those things particularly gentlemanly.
A shaky breath escapes him, half a laugh, half a need for relief for the mountain pressure building.]
Shameless.
[Leo is so unbelievably shameless.
Tsukasa wants to kiss him senseless - and so he does. Perhaps it would be safer if those dangerously inviting words weren't spilling from Leo's lips, but rather gasps for breath and soft moans. Wouldn't that be a beautiful picture? He slots their lips together even as his fingers work immediately, undoing the buttons of Leo's shirt with familiarity and purpose.
Yet even into their kiss, Tsukasa delivers a promise:]
I'd do everything to you.
[He doesn't talk as much as Leo, his tongue not nearly as loose, but he hopes to make up for that with action like his slow, purposeful grind against Leo while Tsukasa is seated in his lap. A soft, helpless groan escapes him.
tsukasa calls him shameless, and maybe he is, but it's worth it for the reaction he gets, for tsukasa's promise of everything. go ahead then, he wants to say. completely let go, because he meant what he offered--anything, everything, if he wanted leo to melt he'd have to as well.
and that's wonderful. tsukasa is beautiful kissing him, gorgeous in his lap, his, and he smiles into their kiss at the thought. soon, he's hardly functioning through the lustful haze--because now there's the slow grind, and leo moans lightly. the sound slipping from tsukasa and his actions peel away his first layer of sanity.
no, he's definitely hard now if he wasn't before, the hands on suou's back curling into fists, bunching the fabric of his shirt. actually, curse that shirt. curse pants, too, as leo bucks slightly; he's looking for more friction, more contact, his smile knocked away as tsukasa slowly begins to destroy him.
fine, this is fine, and when he finally gets a chance to breathe he slips out, shaky: ]
Go ahead. Everything--that's what I said--
[ said he wanted, that is, but he's just not even going to finish that sentence because that's some time without the pressure of tsukasa's mouth on his, and he needs that. ]
[Tsukasa needs that too - needs something to muffle his soft gasp and subsequent moan into, given the buck of Leo's hips just as his own moved downward to match the motion automatically.
Let Leo set the tempo, Tsukasa decides then. Let the master composer do his work, let him be the one to create some sort of sinful symphony out of all of this. Certainly there's no way that Tsukasa would ever manage to complain about that.
He licks into Leo's mouth almost desperately now, spurred on by the words and the heat and the fire that scorches his every nerve as he gets to touch Leo properly. His hands are greedy, looking for more and more of the warm skin that is revealed with every undone button. As one works on the last few buttons, the other reaches in, feverishly impatient to just be able to touch bare skin.
Parting for breath, Tsukasa still can't accept any distance between the two of them. His lips attach to Leo's neck, pressing messy kisses there as he pants. Remembers how to string words together:]
Don't mind if I do.
[Another brush of teeth, possessive yet teasing.
Let Leo be his entirely. Let Leo think of absolutely nothing but him. Only then will he be satisfied with his good work.]
[ the tension is mounting. leo slowly finds himself falling, every brushing touch of tsukasa's drawing him taut like string. he raises slightly into the touch, arching his back by the smallest fraction, sinking and sinking but still not quite giving himself up fully—tsukasa needs to work for that.
but he's getting there. he's getting there with every graze of skin on skin, with tsukasa's teeth on his neck again, with the sounds he's picking up. leo's breath comes out shakily, his hands moving up, up, to settle on the back of suou's neck, brushing lightly there as he groans. ]
Suo—
[ he starts, positively in love, aroused, everything. yet he still keeps himself slightly anchored. later, he'll lose that—he knows.
for now, while he still remembers how to somewhat speak, even if it's light, between labored breaths. ]
—Hm... Listen. [ soft exhale. a moment to collect himself. then: ] Not so light, okay? Leave a mark, let me know you were there.
[ a request. an order. the first steps towards leo begging. whatever it wants to be called, whatever it's going to be called, leo's just letting that out without any hint of shame. ]
[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.]
that's where leo's breath stutters, where the rise of his chest is suddenly a sharp staccato, and he'd have his own amused laugh over the location tsukasa chooses if he could. rather than letting just him know, he's letting everyone know, and that bold movement, that train of thought, just makes the action burn more.
he loves it, yeah, that bold side, that hint of rebellion in this handful of a knight, his knight—
—except how can he voice that, when tsukasa just moves on, leaving another mark, brushing leo's more sensitive areas at the same time. the confirmation he'd had in his throat dies, and what spills from his lips is a small muted, broken moan, quiet and low.
at some point his hands had moved too, gripping onto tsukasa's thighs, and again, he bucks, a result of him arching his back just the slightest again, a result of his aiming for friction—for the feel of tsukasa anywhere and everywhere.
his blood is burning. flammable. he's hot, even though his shirt is almost off.
finally, he lets something more than a moan slip. ]
Mhm... Good job— [ he'll run his fingers over the marks later, fond; he'll make his own on tsukasa, a small flag for a king.
he continues, hands running up tsukasa's thighs, small exhales slipping between his words: ] —I mean, you always do, Suo. You're the best, I love you—
[ and he'll always say that, keep saying that until he can't anymore. ]
[If it was anyone but Leo, if there was anything besides undying love and devotion in Tsukasa's heart, he'd be embarrassed for the soft moan that escapes his own lips as Leo bucks up again. But for now, the sound is muffled against skin as Tsukasa sighs, pulls back, licks his lips as he observes his work. Certainly those won't be the only marks he's leaving tonight.
But Leo's words manage to make him smile, a turn of his lips upward even as his heart roars in his chest.
He leans down to press his lips against Leo's again, brief and doting. A pleased, affectionate exhale.]
You're so cute. [another kiss as Tsukasa's hands continue to explore.] I love you too, Leo.
[Everything about him. His hands explore to brush over Leo's nipples again.] I love every sound you make.
[A downward grind of Tsukasa's hips against Leo's, his breath stuttering as the electricity that runs through his veins.] I love - the way you make me want you more.
[He loves that the first thing he sees each morning is Leo. He loves that every night is ended laying by his side. He loves that his foolish King is just as terribly and embarrassingly gone for him.
He loves when Leo's walls fall down for him and only him.
When Tsukasa lowers his head this time, it's to lean his forehead against Leo's. Their ragged breaths intermingle. Despite the humble phrasing of his words, he issues a challenge:]
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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god has abandoned.... us...........
i can't believe that's a sentence i wrote and this is a tag im writingbut no, truly, it is fanfiction. see, leo had a tendency to settle into a daze when it came to whatever he was writing; here, it hadn't started as such, but there's the never-kicked habit of a song speaking through him through work that he should've been doing. he shoved the latter for the former and then, in drawing inspiration for that distracting song, he found tsukasa.
rather, images of tsukasa. all of them so quick but vibrant, and the sheer variety of them all leads him to jot them down as they come, remembering each and every single strand of inspiration and emotion that came bundled with every scenario. it's work turned to a musical score turned to dirty fanfiction. that's a very apt summary of what leo's working on on their desk, really.
tsukasa walking in on this isn't in the manuscript.
and, honestly, it does take a while for the boo to settle.
when it does, he straightens very suddenly, his pen creating a sudden, harsh line at the end of a sentence containing the words (when tsukasa kisses a certain spot: a jolt, a spark). ]
Woah—!
[ he gasps that out, and then cranes his head back slightly to see this friggin' intruder.
this is when the shame settles at having been caught writing some kind of lewd phrases of someone you're dating, right
nope. he's just moving a hand up to touch tsukasa's cheek softly. ]
—When'd you... You're getting way too sneaky, huh? [ wait, can't forget this one: ] Welcome home!
i still can't believe this
Honestly not the first time that Tsukasa's had the thought probably - living with Leo has certainly been an adventure? - but really the study is supposed to be for studying... for hard work... for being productive and getting things done, but that doesn't seem to be what's going on here?
Ah, but first.]
Mm, I'm glad to be home. [A pleased smile coupled with the followed impulse of leaning forward and leaving a brief kiss right at the corner of Leo's lips.] You're still hard at work?
[is what he hopes
until he actually takes a better glance over at what Leo's poring over. it starts as work apparently and Tsukasa can't help but smile a bit when it turns into a musical score but then it
turns to words
and from there he's skimming, blinking, confused as he finds his name on the page and
. . . . ]
... What is this?
[thIS ISN'T WORK]
is thIS PORN OR A COMEDY ROUTINE
nope. mostly they've been together too long and done too much for leo to be at the point that he really feels shame... and given he's barely the type to feel it regardless, can anyone really be surprised? in his defence, maybe he would've, if this was fresh and new and he wasn't leo and he wasn't tsukasa.
at least he mulls over the sheets a bit, skimming his own words, as if he's not the one who wrote them. ]
... Oh, [ ..... there's no proper explanation for this, is there?
so instead leo says, pointing to a specific line: ] This part? That was that one time, yeah? We came back from that meet-up a couple of months ago, I think? Huh, wait, that's sure vague, huh...? Was it a month ago? Or maybe it was...
[ his memory's not the best, but even he remembers the specific actions burned as they are into his mind. fortunately his attention span is just as poor as his general ability to Recall Things, because he's shifting his chair a bit to get a better look at tsukasa and—
— pausing over the roses, with a grin. ]
Hey, are those for me?
[ ignoring that he didn't even answer the actual question asked
it's too fucking late for romance ]
i. bOTH TBH
Tsukasa's actually the one flushing a little bit when Leo points out a specific line and given the context - well, he remembers because he's not a horrible boyfriend who lets the days blend together, okay. It makes him glance away for a second because one of them has to possess some shame alright
well, it's not like he wasn't hoping for similar to happen tonight but
anyway
that sure is an opening to talk about something else and so Tsukasa does offer the roses out, because he's a romantic fool. sort of. he's actually probably just more traditional than anything and giving Leo roses seemed like a good idea even though tsukasa would probably be the one taking care of them anyway
so here he goes, presenting a bouquet of a dozen roses]
No, they're for Onee-sama? [really....... a bit of a laugh and he'll lean closer, closing the distance between himself and Leo considerably] Mm, I suppose I just felt like giving you a few surprises today would be fun.
But you ended up surprising me instead?
i tHOUGHT THIS WAS A FEVER DREAM
and also for being a little shit for a second there, which gets leo's brow raising and the corner of his lips twitch downwards then upwards; he takes the bouquet and that sarcasm, just chuckles, amused, the smile bright and genuine on his face when he admires the flowers for just a moment; after that, his admiration trails to tsukasa. where tsukasa leans closer to pull them closer, leo does the same in his own way, careful to not keep the flowers between them.
a hand, again, raised to brush back some strands of suou's hair, his hands lingering here and there for brief moments. he's taller (a fact that was at first a little frustrating then not) and leo's not moving too much from his chair, but they're close so it's not too hard. ]
We can just call it a trade, 'cause I'm pretty surprised too. So spontaneous! Ahaha, I love it! [ and because there's that warmth spreading around him, thoughts of tsukasa still fresh, and now he's here.
excuse him if he's a little touchy. ] Them, you.
[ unvoiced goes his curiousity about what those "few surprises" are, as this is just the one, but it's asked in his eyes that are carefully trained on suou. ]
Mm... how're you?
HONESTLY SAME
like now.
The touchiness manages to get Tsukasa to smile gently, leaning into Leo's touch automatically as he reaches up to him, closing whatever small distance there is between them even more up until he rests his forehead against Leo's, leaving them practically nose to nose
in truth, his day hadn't been Bad but he can still answer truthfully:]
I'm much better now, thank you.
[softly, as if it's a secret between the two of them. but close as they are, what's the point of raising his voice needlessly?
they're so close now that he can practically feel Leo's words on his lips. it occurs to him to kiss him - soon, he thinks. drawing it out a little bit longer might just make it all the sweeter? or perhaps he's just being spoiled again, too content to drink in the way that Leo is fixated on him without yet satisfying the need between them
(definitely spoiled)]
And how are you?
AAAHHH SAVE ME
[ leo starts there, and he puts the roses carefully on the desk. tsukasa's breath is a ghost on his skin, a blooming rush from the closeness causing a heat to rise to his face. he's not shy, no, never--but it's just a reaction, his response to tsukasa's game of close, not close enough. a reaction to tsukasa in general, that fire that no one else can start.
tsukasa's close enough now that leo can thread his fingers into his hair gently. mostly he just wants to touch; to fully submerge himself into whatever fragment of tsukasa he can reach. ]
Distracted, [ is how he continues, mirroring tsukasa's volume, though his speech is slower--if tsukasa wanted to savor the depth of leo's affection, he wasn't about to hold back. ] with how spoiled you are. Are you gonna kiss me or what?
[ it's not annoyed, or impatient--if anything it's the opposite, entirely patient and somewhat playful. if the answer is no and tsukasa wants to drag this out, it's fine with him, and he's certainly in no rush.
well. to a certain point. ]
HAHA NAH
[Tsukasa tried to keep his poker face, tried to maintain an even demeanor - and certainly he found himself failing horribly. There was too much mischief in his eyes, too much delight in his voice.
Still, it was funny, wasn't it?
But Tsukasa Suou was a gentleman and he had no qualms with obliging. His hand own hand came up then, to return the favor, to touch as gently yet eagerly as Leo had began. The brush of his fingers against Leo's cheek, trailing down his jawline, curving around to his chin.
A gentle guide to move Leo's head to one side as Tsukasa pulled back just enough, only for a second, before he leaned in again. This time to press his lips against Leo's neck once. Twice.
A smile against skin, followed by a murmur.]
Is that what you wanted, Leader?
uGH
tsukasa's smiling and calling him leader with that mischief in his eyes, and he knows what he's doing, the brat, but still it's fine. leo's heart goes pitter patter; for now he fits the role.
he hums in thought. now, his hand runs lines where it lays settled on tsukasa's head; light, gentle scratching is his own gesture of affection for the time being, as he pretends to wonder about what he "wants".
it's one thing. ]
Mm, [ just barely there, as he's drowning. drowning in distraction and the feel of tsukasa making contact.
and his eyes remain shut. ] A little. But if that's all you've got, Suo, that's kinda disappointing.
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[Because that sounds like a challenge and who is Tsukasa Suou besides the one who will most gladly meet Leo at every single challenge? His lips curl into a smile even against the skin of Leo's neck before he hums noncommittally, then pressing his lips against the sensitive skin there again.]
Then allow me to try to match expectations.
[Most gladly.
Since it appears that they won't be moving from this spot for some time still, Tsukasa doesn't hesitate. It's an easy movement for him to shift, turn so that he can straddle Leo's lap on the chair. One hand remains cupped against his former leader's jaw, another finds purchase on his chest, his thumb brushing against the top button of his dress shirt.
It makes it easier for Tsukasa's mouth to work lower, moving down down down the line of Leo's neck. A gentle scrape of teeth at the crook of Leo's neck.
Surprise?]
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he knows by now that pushing suou like this doesn't garner a lack of results, and it's a dangerous kind of game, pulling, pulling and then being pulled apart, but leo's addicted to just about every aspect of tsukasa at this point, mm, and the teeth at his neck and the sensation of tsukasa looming over him like this draws out the smallest of groans, one he can't really help. other things he can't help: his unvoiced command, the way his hand pushes down on suou, urges him closer and closer for more contact, something rougher, just more in general.
maybe he is the spoiled one this time. he's never really been the type to make demands even when King was the mantle he wore, but right now every part of him wants to pull tsukasa to do this, to do that, and he wants to return the favor.
okay, so there might be merit in that.
yet he can't really find it in himself to care. the heat's rising up, tsukasa's sinking him, and his words come out as steady as he can get them with that hint of something shifting just beneath the surface. ]
H-haha. And you were all shy about this just a couple of minutes ago, Suo— [ breathy. in the end, it's breathy. ] —Hey, call me Leo.
[ a name's just a name and to him it still doesn't matter much, maybe a little bit more than it had in the past, but he's come to love the way his name tumbles from tsukasa's lips.
come to love the lots of things that tumble from tsukasa's lips, but that's later, later, later. ]
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[The second that Tsukasa's mouth isn't preoccupied, he challenges. Just as Leo will push against him, he'll push back. Relentlessly. In every way that he knows how.
Talk about demanding.
Even with Leo's hand in his hair, asking him for more, goading him on and certainly Tsukasa will oblige soon - but not soon enough. He pulls back just enough to properly hover over Leo, eyes half-lidded and rebellious.]
I don't know if I would call it shy.... [it was definitely shy] but rather, I changed my mind? After my leader clearly wanted something of me.
[and now the true test of his self-control. he leans down then, pressing his lips against Leo's. A brief, fleeting ghost of a kiss.]
My king.
[another, firmer, lingering.]
My lord.
[another, just barely pulling back to whisper against Leo's lips-]
My beloved.
[the last gets lost in kiss after kiss, Tsukasa's grip completely loosening. so much for self-control--
but could be be blamed? when he's so sure that Leo's lips taste like candy and Tsukasa has always had a terrible sweet tooth
still, somewhere in the middle of it, he gasps:]
My Leo.
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dangerous.
it's dangerous, but leo adores it. adores him.
and after those calls of affection, that last, little whisper—the one he's been waiting for, the sound of his name in that way—how is he supposed to be expected to keep it together?
he doesn't. ]
Tsukasa, [ is his response, and every syllable drops like it's the last thing leo'll ever say. ] I want everything. I love you, you know? You're so beautiful. My beautiful knight.
[ his, his, his. he's not entirely possessive, but he can't lie to himself—he loves the concept of tsukasa belonging to him and his belonging to tsukasa, and it almost feels as if that's just how it's always been.
now, it's leo who leans in for one more kiss, except it's not short, frantic; it's slow, heartfelt, and he nibbles lightly at tsukasa's lower lip as a silent request to deepen it. ]
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now, there's no doubt in Tsukasa's mind that he is currently receiving all of it.
his name from Leo's lips is music to his ears, is enough to make his heart feel so full that it might burst and send fire through his veins at the same time. he moves automatically, pressing himself against Leo entirely, letting their bodies align just the same as their mouths do.
for what else can Tsukasa do but grant his lord and lover access to his mouth after he so politely asks for it? deepening the kiss is natural after that, tsukasa deciding that the only thing he wants in this moment is Leo
the only thing he'll want for some time is Leo, unbearably addicted as he is
he wants to respond - he wants to tell Leo that he loves him too, that he'll gladly be his everything, that beauty could be found in his king's eyes or in his breathy sighs - but it's still so hard to convince himself to pull away for even another second]
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he keeps the kiss going as long as he can, separating only when the breath in his lungs is truly gone, not when he feels like it, and the breath he takes when he pulls away from tsukasa (very little distance between them regardless) pierces through the silence of the room following that. he almost pants. his arms still circle him, and he refuses to move--save to run his hands idly up and down his back, wondering, a ghost of fingertips on tsukasa's clothed skin. ]
Better, [ he says, but he means it's perfect--that suou's perfect, even though perfection seems like such a limiting concept. maybe it's better to say it's infinite, he's infinite, and leo can't quite deny the heat pooling in his stomach now, rising to his cheeks, has it always been so difficult to catch his breath--
he sighs, torn between wanting to tear away buttons and press himself to tsukasa's chest, or just looking at the beautiful sight of his boyfriend, fully kissed and ever so close. ]
Tsukasa. Mm, I can ask for more, can't I? Or... [ here, he considers something, then shakes his head lightly. ] Nope, it's your turn. What do you want?
[ the king makes himself compliant for no one else. ]
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that is
the kiss leaves Tsukasa breathless, leaves him dazed, leaves him with his forehead pressed against Leo's as if any unnecessary space between them is unbearable. both of his arms rest around Leo's neck though they explore now, free as they are. as if he hadn't already refused to move, the hands running up and down his back absolutely keep him glued to Leo, leaving no space between them
and he doesn't hate that at all.
still, he huffs a laugh with what breath he has as he pulls away, amused]
Only "better"?
[not the best?
(greedy)
again, it sounds like a challenge to him - a gauntlet thrown down whether his lord intended it or not. whether or not Leo asked him what he wanted, Tsukasa still finds himself with a new, singular goal: ensure that Leo is able to lose himself in something that could only be considered the best
so he sighs then, regaining himself enough to claim one more brief kiss - though not without purpose, nipping at Leo's bottom lip before he pulls away again]
It's a tall order, I know... [he hums, allowing the build-up to be deliciously slow] but there really is only one thing that I want.
[a sigh, as if lamenting, as if he doesn't have every intent of getting what he wants - and he dips his head to rest by Leo's ear. a murmur:]
I very much want you.
If you'd allow me the honor?
[permission - he's asking for permission. properly. gentlemanly.
except he's also pressing a kiss right beneath Leo's ear, punctuating it with a breathy, lustful sigh, his hand already coming to the front of Leo's shirt, poised to make quick work of the buttons
spoiled brat]
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but there's no hiding how tsukasa affects him, how the murmur and kiss and traces of lust get him right at his core; he shudders, he actually shudders, the tips of his fingers drawing lines into that back pausing for just that small moment. if you'd allow me, he says, like he's not already starting, like he doesn't already have all of leo already, as if there's any way that leo would say "no" when he wants tsukasa just as badly, when he's here with him pressed up go him with his hands on the buttons and all he wants is more. ]
M-mm. Yeah, f'course...
[ that's his affirmation, forced steady with cracks of impatience, a fire spreading, his own lust permeating. he wants all of suou too, wants him moaning his name, wants to be just people following a pull, what feels good. ]
Pretty sure you already have me, though. [ there's a small half-laugh, just an amused exhale of air, really, as he still finds himself breathless. he'll always have him, basically, and he leans into tsukasa's touch, impatiently craving more.
there's a little delay, and then: ] You can do anything you want. I'll let you. Only you--
[ he says, like tsukasa doesn't already know, like he needed to vocalize anything. there's no shame in that. if it's suou, he'll crack and be cracked, lose that composure of his that he wouldn't with anyone else.
and he'd love every moment of it. ]
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The shudder underneath him, the lust breaking up his words, the promises of himself to Tsukasa, only Tsukasa - it's almost overwhelming. It tests Tsukasa's self-control, his constant need to be a gentleman, when every urge tells him that he's received permission to do whatever he wants to Leo. None of those things particularly gentlemanly.
A shaky breath escapes him, half a laugh, half a need for relief for the mountain pressure building.]
Shameless.
[Leo is so unbelievably shameless.
Tsukasa wants to kiss him senseless - and so he does. Perhaps it would be safer if those dangerously inviting words weren't spilling from Leo's lips, but rather gasps for breath and soft moans. Wouldn't that be a beautiful picture? He slots their lips together even as his fingers work immediately, undoing the buttons of Leo's shirt with familiarity and purpose.
Yet even into their kiss, Tsukasa delivers a promise:]
I'd do everything to you.
[He doesn't talk as much as Leo, his tongue not nearly as loose, but he hopes to make up for that with action like his slow, purposeful grind against Leo while Tsukasa is seated in his lap. A soft, helpless groan escapes him.
Definitely going to die here.]
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tsukasa calls him shameless, and maybe he is, but it's worth it for the reaction he gets, for tsukasa's promise of everything. go ahead then, he wants to say. completely let go, because he meant what he offered--anything, everything, if he wanted leo to melt he'd have to as well.
and that's wonderful. tsukasa is beautiful kissing him, gorgeous in his lap, his, and he smiles into their kiss at the thought. soon, he's hardly functioning through the lustful haze--because now there's the slow grind, and leo moans lightly. the sound slipping from tsukasa and his actions peel away his first layer of sanity.
no, he's definitely hard now if he wasn't before, the hands on suou's back curling into fists, bunching the fabric of his shirt. actually, curse that shirt. curse pants, too, as leo bucks slightly; he's looking for more friction, more contact, his smile knocked away as tsukasa slowly begins to destroy him.
fine, this is fine, and when he finally gets a chance to breathe he slips out, shaky: ]
Go ahead. Everything--that's what I said--
[ said he wanted, that is, but he's just not even going to finish that sentence because that's some time without the pressure of tsukasa's mouth on his, and he needs that. ]
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Let Leo set the tempo, Tsukasa decides then. Let the master composer do his work, let him be the one to create some sort of sinful symphony out of all of this. Certainly there's no way that Tsukasa would ever manage to complain about that.
He licks into Leo's mouth almost desperately now, spurred on by the words and the heat and the fire that scorches his every nerve as he gets to touch Leo properly. His hands are greedy, looking for more and more of the warm skin that is revealed with every undone button. As one works on the last few buttons, the other reaches in, feverishly impatient to just be able to touch bare skin.
Parting for breath, Tsukasa still can't accept any distance between the two of them. His lips attach to Leo's neck, pressing messy kisses there as he pants. Remembers how to string words together:]
Don't mind if I do.
[Another brush of teeth, possessive yet teasing.
Let Leo be his entirely. Let Leo think of absolutely nothing but him. Only then will he be satisfied with his good work.]
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but he's getting there. he's getting there with every graze of skin on skin, with tsukasa's teeth on his neck again, with the sounds he's picking up. leo's breath comes out shakily, his hands moving up, up, to settle on the back of suou's neck, brushing lightly there as he groans. ]
Suo—
[ he starts, positively in love, aroused, everything. yet he still keeps himself slightly anchored. later, he'll lose that—he knows.
for now, while he still remembers how to somewhat speak, even if it's light, between labored breaths. ]
—Hm... Listen. [ soft exhale. a moment to collect himself. then: ] Not so light, okay? Leave a mark, let me know you were there.
[ a request. an order. the first steps towards leo begging. whatever it wants to be called, whatever it's going to be called, leo's just letting that out without any hint of shame. ]
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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.]
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that's where leo's breath stutters, where the rise of his chest is suddenly a sharp staccato, and he'd have his own amused laugh over the location tsukasa chooses if he could. rather than letting just him know, he's letting everyone know, and that bold movement, that train of thought, just makes the action burn more.
he loves it, yeah, that bold side, that hint of rebellion in this handful of a knight, his knight—
—except how can he voice that, when tsukasa just moves on, leaving another mark, brushing leo's more sensitive areas at the same time. the confirmation he'd had in his throat dies, and what spills from his lips is a small muted, broken moan, quiet and low.
at some point his hands had moved too, gripping onto tsukasa's thighs, and again, he bucks, a result of him arching his back just the slightest again, a result of his aiming for friction—for the feel of tsukasa anywhere and everywhere.
his blood is burning. flammable. he's hot, even though his shirt is almost off.
finally, he lets something more than a moan slip. ]
Mhm... Good job— [ he'll run his fingers over the marks later, fond; he'll make his own on tsukasa, a small flag for a king.
he continues, hands running up tsukasa's thighs, small exhales slipping between his words: ] —I mean, you always do, Suo. You're the best, I love you—
[ and he'll always say that, keep saying that until he can't anymore. ]
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But Leo's words manage to make him smile, a turn of his lips upward even as his heart roars in his chest.
He leans down to press his lips against Leo's again, brief and doting. A pleased, affectionate exhale.]
You're so cute. [another kiss as Tsukasa's hands continue to explore.] I love you too, Leo.
[Everything about him. His hands explore to brush over Leo's nipples again.] I love every sound you make.
[A downward grind of Tsukasa's hips against Leo's, his breath stuttering as the electricity that runs through his veins.] I love - the way you make me want you more.
[He loves that the first thing he sees each morning is Leo. He loves that every night is ended laying by his side. He loves that his foolish King is just as terribly and embarrassingly gone for him.
He loves when Leo's walls fall down for him and only him.
When Tsukasa lowers his head this time, it's to lean his forehead against Leo's. Their ragged breaths intermingle. Despite the humble phrasing of his words, he issues a challenge:]
Won't you touch me too?
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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.
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