[ is leo surprised that tsukasa enjoys teasing him as much as leo loves teasing him? honestly no, because they've been together this long, and sometimes these things just happen, sometimes you just know the little shit isn't actually sorry for pushing it. leo could, however, still headbutt him for that.
he won't though. as tsukasa's moving now and, even if it's just a finger, that plus the additional mark leo's being given and the arousal that's been mounting, makes those sounds that tsukasa had been wishing for come out rather easily.
a number of breathless gasps, a moment where he cranes his neck to give tsukasa more space to do what he likes, where his hand runs from tsukasa's shoulder down his arm, nails raking lightly against skin, and—
—and he shifts a little in time with that rhythm, looking for more, until he manages to say: ]
Tsukasa, [ hardly steady, squeezed out between shallow moans ] A little more—
it makes Tsukasa smile against his skin, encourages him to utilize his teeth just a bit more for half a second, and because he already teased Leo a bit earlier, he has no issue with giving him what he wants now. particularly if it'll encourage more of those sounds to escape him.]
Mm, as you wish.
[so compliant, so pleasant - as if he's assisting in the most benign task in the world instead of something that makes heat curl in his stomach, that fills him with want and desire with every little motion of leo's that implies that he's feeling the exact same desire that tsukasa is.
another finger enters leo then as tsukasa kisses his way down leo's chest after being satisfied with his third mark. and given that he was granted permission to do anything to Leo and promised everything, he sees no reason why to refrain from making good on his word. as his fingers move to scissor and carefully stretch, moving at the same pace as before to slowly drive leo crazy, tsukasa leans down to take one of leo's nipples into his mouth.
his king is often at his best and most beautiful when he's been driven completely mad, after all.]
[ it's a slow descent, little by little, and leo's finding he's struggling at the borderline of being there and not, at the same time. he's usually the patient type, somewhat (mostly due to the fact he doesn't linger on anything), yet he's also selectively impatient about some things; the slow way that tsukasa unravels him is one of those things in that list. of course, he loves it, too — the way he's driven to focus on the results of tsukasa's own concentration, his skin set alight by every touch.
and the jolt he gets from the heat of tsukasa's mouth, the feel of his fingers that he's adjusting and adjusted to, gets leo's back arching off the bed somewhat. he doesn't think it's possible to be still, not with the way there's so much building in him. his breath is a stutter, intermingled with the soft noises falling from his lips, and the feel of his hands grasping for any part of tsukasa he can reach. his eyes flutter shut, face flushed.
he's pulled, pulled, pulled, by every single motion of tsukasa's, like a magnet — ]
H...aha, [ a pant turns into a laugh, weak and coated in every single emotion leo's feeling right now ] you're really — gonna turn me crazy, Tsu—
[ it's too slow still, sinking him but not quite drowning, and it really is pushing him. the way he says what he says implies he still needs more, of course, but he doesn't ask out loud.
[there's a sassy remark of "you were crazy when I met you" that some part of Tsukasa is dying to respond with - but he refrains. instead, he makes an amused noise even against Leo's skin as he pulls his mouth away only to make eye contact with Leo and lick his lips very much like the cat that got the cream, content even as he is
he's obliging with the reach of Leo's hands, not intending on going anywhere that could put any more space between the two of them than necessary - as is, he feels like he might die if he's away from the heat that emanates from Leo for too long. his heart beats against his chest as desire curls in his stomach, hungry and wanting, but
considering what leo did to him earlier, tsukasa isn't in any particular rush.]
Why don't you just let go...?
It's my pleasure to make sure you enjoy yourself.
[sincerely.
probably.
it's not without an edge as tsukasa chooses to create a path for himself, pressing his kisses down leo's chest and then his abdomen and lower and lower still. leisurely. with nothing but the intent to tease and map out leo's body with his mouth even as his fingers continue to carefully stretch him, steadily increasing in pace just Enough and
[ 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. ]
he loves every single second of this, loves to watch the way that Leo's hold on his control and his pride slowly crumble underneath the pressure of what he's feeling, loves to realize that he's the one making Leo feel this good and let that thought resonate and send every single one of his nerves on edge
tsukasa is the one shuddering with leo's actions and his words, motivated to leave another mark on Leo's hip while he's already kissing down his body. he hums with approval when he pulls away and it takes every single inch of his self-control to not surge up and kiss Leo again immediately. but it's the thought that he would rather listen to whatever sinful sounds leave his lips that slows his motion]
Yes, my lord. [an all too pleased smile] My Leo.
[his, his, all his
that's the thought that beats in sync with his hammering heart, motivates him to push leo further and further toward his edge to give him what he wants. his fingers maintain their pace, not wanting to bring him over the edge too fast, but tsukasa can't quite help himself from moving over to like a stripe up leo's cock before taking the head of it into his mouth
[ ah. if it's not tsukasa's marking that gets him bucking his hips upwards, with how close he is to touching the part of him that's throbbing, it's when tsukasa lets his mouth take over that he does. shamelessly, leo breath hitches, then he groans, as tsukasa gives him exactly what he asked for.
it's almost too much, an overload on his senses, to the point where he isn't quite sure whether to draw himself to tsukasa's fingers or into his mouth. right now, all he knows is that he feels as if he's going to burst, full of love and lust as he is at the moment.
his eyes shut again, his sounds released in an unstable shiver, fingers gripping the sheets. but he needs to move again, needs to touch tsukasa, so they move to grip hair instead — strands bunched between his fingers. how affected he is is obvious, judging from the way he struggles to grasp anything at first. ]
Suo.
[ it's the name that comes easiest in leo's repertoire of one million nicknames he has for tsukasa, fingers tugging, and at some point he finds the strength to open his eyes, to look at tsukasa with his mouth around his erection, beautiful and knocking him down.
the way he calls him his, the way his mouth feels, his fingers feel— ]
[well honestly if all Leo needed to do was ask nicely.....
Not that Tsukasa is feeling particularly patient himself, not with the way that Leo's fingers curl into his hair and how his heart swells with the knowledge that he's the only one that gets to take Leo apart like this - that can make him feel so completely and totally undone to the point that he's still asking for more
so he eases his mouth off of Leo only after he's sure that the other is stretched and won't feel any discomfort later. though tsukasa can be rather impatient at times, he's more preoccupied with being able to get things done correctly. so he sighs as he works his way back up his lord's body, hovering over him and pressing his lips to his neck]
well, no, he isn't. in the moment it's always rather difficult to really appreciate the care tsukasa puts into what he does, especially when he does things like chuckle and tease and it's completely frustrating but also a bit amusing.
but mostly frustrating. there's no reprieve, tsukasa's lips on his neck, his face flushed. leo's fingers unravel from tsukasa's hair then, a weak laugh escaping from his throat in turn, tinges of his obvious impatience, slight annoyance and want around the edges of the sound.
he's recovered, but not really. ]
Hey, making me say it out loud when you already know is pretty mean, you know? I even said please.
[ he's so polite? so polite.
except his hands are free now so he reaches down, and with no warning he seeks to circle his fingers around tsukasa's length, though not before his fingers trail feather-soft touches down his skin. ]
the touches manage to make tsukasa sigh, forever interested in what leo's clever fingers can give him, though when they venture to his hardness he can't help but push the breath out a little bit more roughly. it's followed by another weak laugh of his own as he nods ever so slightly, leaning up to press his lips against leo's just once more]
Ah. I see, you're making your point clearly regardless.
[isn't it always just a blessing when leo is being straightforward.
but tsukasa will move on - not because he's done having fun teasing Leo, he doesn't think he'd ever stop having fun with that. but rather he can feel the want coiled tightly, the need to move on pushing him forward as he positions himself in between leo's legs, hovers over him even as lines up their bodies and leans down to rest his forehead on leo's with a smile]
[ super polite, super straightforward. in an even bigger show of straightforward, leo is incredibly responsive to the kiss, all grins and light hums and hands trailing up to lay on tsukasa's shoulders.
that rough bit of breath doesn't escape him, and he says-- ]
Mm... It's better to let your mind run free, but once in a while...
[ he can answer clearly and say what he needs to without implying it, or forgetting it, or being generally confusing.
clearer than even that is the way leo shudders as tsukasa moves, fingers pressing tighter against tsukasa's shoulder. that's the end of leo's directness, at least vocally, in words; the way he responds to the question asked is his eyes sliding shut with the smallest sounds of affirmation, returning tsukasa's smile with his own.
Direct enough that it manages to steal Tsukasa's breath for a moment before he exhales in another shaky laugh, even with his breath intermingling with Leo's as it is. He feels the way that his heart is hammering in his chest, ever excited and wanting and ready no matter how long he's actually been with Leo. Some part of him thinks that he'll never be able to completely acclimate and -
that's fine, isn't it?
To be filled with this kind of heady, passionate, impulsive feeling from time to time]
Mm, then...
[it's hard to keep his self-control, to hold onto that last bit of his sanity instead of just giving into the heat, but he's managing it. it's slow as he enters leo properly, his lungs filling as he can't help the intake of air as they finally reach what they'd been working to all night and
tsukasa decides that he needs a kiss. right then. immediately. and probably a place to muffle his all too pleased moan too, but that's just multi-tasking]
[ there's his heart hammering in his chest and he shifts slightly when he feels tsukasa in him, then on him with the kiss, all around him—
—there isn't much of an adjustment period, and no discomfort at all given, again, the care tsukasa puts into everything... and it's here that leo can acknowledge that as he pulls tsukasa closer, arms thrown over his shoulders, as close as close can be while they kiss and he almost laughs with tsukasa's moan and the feeling of love that overcomes him so suddenly.
but he doesn't, because it's a small groan that comes out instead, his toes curling. when one kiss breaks, leo's quick to grab another, whispering breathlessly between them: ]
Tsu...
[ a trail off there, words unsaid. a love, in a new way that he's become accustomed to just having, and that's his own little quiet bit of approval, and a confession—
how he's come to love being uninhibited like this, pliant underneath tsukasa's touch. ]
in this moment there's nothing that he can think about besides leo, whether it's the taste of leo on his tongue or the way that leo feels around him or the way that some part of him still aches and needs to have leo impossibly closer and closer, as if none of this will ever quite be enough to satisfy the need that tsukasa feels for his mad king.
every kiss that leo requests is given immediately, as if tsukasa couldn't stand to resist giving him anything. leo could ask for the world and tsukasa would try to deliver it on a silver platter. perhaps it's the lust and the love mingling a bit too much in his head, clouding his judgment, but some part of him thinks that this is simply how it feels to be so in love that judgment stops mattering or making sense]
Mm, Leo....
[he breathes out in the space between them before pressing their lips together again, taking the receptive behavior as a sign that it's alright to move, to give in to what he's been aching for all night. his hips rock back before thrusting forward, plunging into leo's heat again as tsukasa's breath and heart both stutter
everything, he'd said. he'll give leo everything.]
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he won't though. as tsukasa's moving now and, even if it's just a finger, that plus the additional mark leo's being given and the arousal that's been mounting, makes those sounds that tsukasa had been wishing for come out rather easily.
a number of breathless gasps, a moment where he cranes his neck to give tsukasa more space to do what he likes, where his hand runs from tsukasa's shoulder down his arm, nails raking lightly against skin, and—
—and he shifts a little in time with that rhythm, looking for more, until he manages to say: ]
Tsukasa, [ hardly steady, squeezed out between shallow moans ] A little more—
[ guess who's being demanding again ]
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it makes Tsukasa smile against his skin, encourages him to utilize his teeth just a bit more for half a second, and because he already teased Leo a bit earlier, he has no issue with giving him what he wants now. particularly if it'll encourage more of those sounds to escape him.]
Mm, as you wish.
[so compliant, so pleasant - as if he's assisting in the most benign task in the world instead of something that makes heat curl in his stomach, that fills him with want and desire with every little motion of leo's that implies that he's feeling the exact same desire that tsukasa is.
another finger enters leo then as tsukasa kisses his way down leo's chest after being satisfied with his third mark. and given that he was granted permission to do anything to Leo and promised everything, he sees no reason why to refrain from making good on his word. as his fingers move to scissor and carefully stretch, moving at the same pace as before to slowly drive leo crazy, tsukasa leans down to take one of leo's nipples into his mouth.
his king is often at his best and most beautiful when he's been driven completely mad, after all.]
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and the jolt he gets from the heat of tsukasa's mouth, the feel of his fingers that he's adjusting and adjusted to, gets leo's back arching off the bed somewhat. he doesn't think it's possible to be still, not with the way there's so much building in him. his breath is a stutter, intermingled with the soft noises falling from his lips, and the feel of his hands grasping for any part of tsukasa he can reach. his eyes flutter shut, face flushed.
he's pulled, pulled, pulled, by every single motion of tsukasa's, like a magnet — ]
H...aha, [ a pant turns into a laugh, weak and coated in every single emotion leo's feeling right now ] you're really — gonna turn me crazy, Tsu—
[ it's too slow still, sinking him but not quite drowning, and it really is pushing him. the way he says what he says implies he still needs more, of course, but he doesn't ask out loud.
not yet, anyway. ]
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he's obliging with the reach of Leo's hands, not intending on going anywhere that could put any more space between the two of them than necessary - as is, he feels like he might die if he's away from the heat that emanates from Leo for too long. his heart beats against his chest as desire curls in his stomach, hungry and wanting, but
considering what leo did to him earlier, tsukasa isn't in any particular rush.]
Why don't you just let go...?
It's my pleasure to make sure you enjoy yourself.
[sincerely.
probably.
it's not without an edge as tsukasa chooses to create a path for himself, pressing his kisses down leo's chest and then his abdomen and lower and lower still. leisurely. with nothing but the intent to tease and map out leo's body with his mouth even as his fingers continue to carefully stretch him, steadily increasing in pace just Enough and
yet not enough at all
self-control is a very difficult thing]
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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. ]
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he loves every single second of this, loves to watch the way that Leo's hold on his control and his pride slowly crumble underneath the pressure of what he's feeling, loves to realize that he's the one making Leo feel this good and let that thought resonate and send every single one of his nerves on edge
tsukasa is the one shuddering with leo's actions and his words, motivated to leave another mark on Leo's hip while he's already kissing down his body. he hums with approval when he pulls away and it takes every single inch of his self-control to not surge up and kiss Leo again immediately. but it's the thought that he would rather listen to whatever sinful sounds leave his lips that slows his motion]
Yes, my lord. [an all too pleased smile] My Leo.
[his, his, all his
that's the thought that beats in sync with his hammering heart, motivates him to push leo further and further toward his edge to give him what he wants. his fingers maintain their pace, not wanting to bring him over the edge too fast, but tsukasa can't quite help himself from moving over to like a stripe up leo's cock before taking the head of it into his mouth
well. leo did ask for more.]
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it's almost too much, an overload on his senses, to the point where he isn't quite sure whether to draw himself to tsukasa's fingers or into his mouth. right now, all he knows is that he feels as if he's going to burst, full of love and lust as he is at the moment.
his eyes shut again, his sounds released in an unstable shiver, fingers gripping the sheets. but he needs to move again, needs to touch tsukasa, so they move to grip hair instead — strands bunched between his fingers. how affected he is is obvious, judging from the way he struggles to grasp anything at first. ]
Suo.
[ it's the name that comes easiest in leo's repertoire of one million nicknames he has for tsukasa, fingers tugging, and at some point he finds the strength to open his eyes, to look at tsukasa with his mouth around his erection, beautiful and knocking him down.
the way he calls him his, the way his mouth feels, his fingers feel— ]
Suo... Please—
[ ah.
there.
look how impatient leo is. ]
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Not that Tsukasa is feeling particularly patient himself, not with the way that Leo's fingers curl into his hair and how his heart swells with the knowledge that he's the only one that gets to take Leo apart like this - that can make him feel so completely and totally undone to the point that he's still asking for more
so he eases his mouth off of Leo only after he's sure that the other is stretched and won't feel any discomfort later. though tsukasa can be rather impatient at times, he's more preoccupied with being able to get things done correctly. so he sighs as he works his way back up his lord's body, hovering over him and pressing his lips to his neck]
Please?
[an amused, breathy chuckle]
Was there something specific you wanted?
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well, no, he isn't. in the moment it's always rather difficult to really appreciate the care tsukasa puts into what he does, especially when he does things like chuckle and tease and it's completely frustrating but also a bit amusing.
but mostly frustrating. there's no reprieve, tsukasa's lips on his neck, his face flushed. leo's fingers unravel from tsukasa's hair then, a weak laugh escaping from his throat in turn, tinges of his obvious impatience, slight annoyance and want around the edges of the sound.
he's recovered, but not really. ]
Hey, making me say it out loud when you already know is pretty mean, you know? I even said please.
[ he's so polite? so polite.
except his hands are free now so he reaches down, and with no warning he seeks to circle his fingers around tsukasa's length, though not before his fingers trail feather-soft touches down his skin. ]
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the touches manage to make tsukasa sigh, forever interested in what leo's clever fingers can give him, though when they venture to his hardness he can't help but push the breath out a little bit more roughly. it's followed by another weak laugh of his own as he nods ever so slightly, leaning up to press his lips against leo's just once more]
Ah. I see, you're making your point clearly regardless.
[isn't it always just a blessing when leo is being straightforward.
but tsukasa will move on - not because he's done having fun teasing Leo, he doesn't think he'd ever stop having fun with that. but rather he can feel the want coiled tightly, the need to move on pushing him forward as he positions himself in between leo's legs, hovers over him even as lines up their bodies and leans down to rest his forehead on leo's with a smile]
Was this it, Leo?
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that rough bit of breath doesn't escape him, and he says-- ]
Mm... It's better to let your mind run free, but once in a while...
[ he can answer clearly and say what he needs to without implying it, or forgetting it, or being generally confusing.
clearer than even that is the way leo shudders as tsukasa moves, fingers pressing tighter against tsukasa's shoulder. that's the end of leo's directness, at least vocally, in words; the way he responds to the question asked is his eyes sliding shut with the smallest sounds of affirmation, returning tsukasa's smile with his own.
it isn't it, but it's getting there. ]
You said my point was clear, right?
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Direct enough that it manages to steal Tsukasa's breath for a moment before he exhales in another shaky laugh, even with his breath intermingling with Leo's as it is. He feels the way that his heart is hammering in his chest, ever excited and wanting and ready no matter how long he's actually been with Leo. Some part of him thinks that he'll never be able to completely acclimate and -
that's fine, isn't it?
To be filled with this kind of heady, passionate, impulsive feeling from time to time]
Mm, then...
[it's hard to keep his self-control, to hold onto that last bit of his sanity instead of just giving into the heat, but he's managing it. it's slow as he enters leo properly, his lungs filling as he can't help the intake of air as they finally reach what they'd been working to all night and
tsukasa decides that he needs a kiss. right then. immediately. and probably a place to muffle his all too pleased moan too, but that's just multi-tasking]
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—there isn't much of an adjustment period, and no discomfort at all given, again, the care tsukasa puts into everything... and it's here that leo can acknowledge that as he pulls tsukasa closer, arms thrown over his shoulders, as close as close can be while they kiss and he almost laughs with tsukasa's moan and the feeling of love that overcomes him so suddenly.
but he doesn't, because it's a small groan that comes out instead, his toes curling. when one kiss breaks, leo's quick to grab another, whispering breathlessly between them: ]
Tsu...
[ a trail off there, words unsaid. a love, in a new way that he's become accustomed to just having, and that's his own little quiet bit of approval, and a confession—
how he's come to love being uninhibited like this, pliant underneath tsukasa's touch. ]
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in this moment there's nothing that he can think about besides leo, whether it's the taste of leo on his tongue or the way that leo feels around him or the way that some part of him still aches and needs to have leo impossibly closer and closer, as if none of this will ever quite be enough to satisfy the need that tsukasa feels for his mad king.
every kiss that leo requests is given immediately, as if tsukasa couldn't stand to resist giving him anything. leo could ask for the world and tsukasa would try to deliver it on a silver platter. perhaps it's the lust and the love mingling a bit too much in his head, clouding his judgment, but some part of him thinks that this is simply how it feels to be so in love that judgment stops mattering or making sense]
Mm, Leo....
[he breathes out in the space between them before pressing their lips together again, taking the receptive behavior as a sign that it's alright to move, to give in to what he's been aching for all night. his hips rock back before thrusting forward, plunging into leo's heat again as tsukasa's breath and heart both stutter
everything, he'd said. he'll give leo everything.]