[ 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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—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.]