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.
[every touch makes Tsukasa's skin feel like it's on fire.
his own fingers press against Leo's skin, just feeling the warmth underneath his touch, but he doesn't break his gaze away from Leo's. He watches the playful smile dance across his boyfriend's lips, mirrors it with a look that is all at once fond and wanting.
Tsukasa's in love - he knows this for a fact, has known for quite some time - it just so happens that at the moment he's terribly in lust too.
at the question and the squirm he huffs a faint laugh, leaning down to press his lips against Leo's, then shifting without breaking their kiss to stand properly -
Though he so hates the distance between them, hence why he'll take Leo's hands in his own, pull him up out of the chair immediately to keep their bodies pressed close. One arm loops around Leo's waist familiarly, the other cups his face as Tsukasa is first determined to steal whatever breath is left in his lungs.
when he does break the kiss, parting just barely, he sighs]
I love you.
[he'd just said so, certainly, but it bears repeating, he thinks
no one else makes him feel even remotely as alive, makes the electricity flash up his spine, makes him smile and sigh like Leo does]
[ mm. leo allows himself to be led, lifted from the chair, humming pleased against the kiss as they stand, as he's embraced and pulled closer. not that he's complaining—distance is his enemy now too, an unbearable thing, as tsukasa continues to speak phrases that raise leo's heart more and more.
one and only.
leo's hands go between them so he can run his hands down tsukasa's exposed chest, down his stomach.
one and only. ]
Me too. I like you, I love you, I love you—
[ he mutters, yearning and yearning, until it's his turn to lead suou. leo moves him to settle on the chair they left, peeling off his shirt completely, his pace leaning more towards quick, frantic, yet still not quite reaching there. when tsukasa's seated, leo draws a knee up to settle it between tsukasa's legs, pressing there lightly with a lazy grin.
his heart beats frantic in his chest. it's dizzying. he leans forward, impatient. he's not really sitting in tsukasa's lap like he said, but he makes his presence known regardless. ]
Seeing you like this... it's my favorite.
[ —the whisper from leo's lips. he moves to tsukasa's neck. at first there's feather kisses as leo hums lightly, his hands steadying himself; right now, he only plans to touch tsukasa with his mouth. those soft kisses morph into a gentle scraping of teeth, and, with a final shift to make some form of eye contact, he's licking a stripe down tsukasa's chest. like tsukasa had done to him, his attention is then on his nipples, but not with his fingers—it's his mouth that moves there, nothing but a lick that starts things off until his mouth closes around one, teasing it gently with his teeth.
everything's pulsing.
the challenge, now: make tsukasa unravel completely. ]
Leo's difficult to follow on a good day, absolutely impossible to predict when he wants to be. Tsukasa ends up setting on the chair after the kiss, almost dazed in how he ends up there and a quick intake of air is all he gets to prepare for Leo's next actions which -
yes, he's going to be driven absolutely crazy this way.
it's uncouth, it's so far from composed, but he can't help the way that his hips move initially against Leo's leg, his hardness pronounced and craving whatever friction Leo has to offer. a strangled, surprised groan leaves Tsukasa's throat before he gives it permission as Leo's mouth explores his chest. immediately, his hand comes up to tangle itself in Leo's hair, guides out his hair tie immediately
why even bother to pretend to be composed anymore?
Tsukasa's head tilts back slightly, back arching almost immediately and all he can think is - ah, all he can think is how he'll repay. how he'll take the pleasure that Leo's giving and return it five times over, how he'll slowly and methodically take apart his beloved leader
an exhale of breath that's half a question, half a laugh, and completely drenched with want]
[ there. there, it's nice—that desperation is so nice, tsukasa bending to what he initiates, and when he feels his hair tugged out of his usual ponytail he could almost laugh. but, he doesn't—he just keeps his mouth occupied with its current task, until he stops, rising just a little, little bit so he can speak.
at least, he stops with his mouth. it's one of his hands, now, that moves—to allow his fingers to play over the parts of his chest that leo hadn't touched with his tongue. ]
Mm, well, it's not about what you're gonna do with me right now.
[ he offers that, his breath brushing tsukasa's skin. then he leans in again, pressing an open-mouthed kiss above the area he'd been focused on previously. ]
It's what I'm gonna do with you.
[ which right now, is leaving the same mark that suou had left on him. one... a nip, a suck. and he's still not done after that, his voice soft. ]
I could... Want me to touch you here? Is that okay?
[ another slight bit of pressure between tsukasa's legs, the corner of his lips twitching. ]
[A sigh of his name, laced with something irritated - what is their lives if Leo not coming up with new and fantastic ways to torment Tsukasa?
Though perhaps this one isn't as new - though it's certainly just as fantastic as always. Something pools in Tsukasa's stomach, a mix of frustration and amusement and desire, all things that he undoubtedly will be projecting entirely on Leo in due time.
His fingers work tighter in Leo's hair, tangled in the strands of it, though still mindful enough not to pull enough to hurt.]
Don't ask questions you already know the answer to.
[honestly in what universe would Tsukasa ever say not to Leo touching him more
but also-]
Don't forget that I fully intend to repay you too.
[ —pfft. that gets leo to laugh, light and brilliant. he can't help it, the signs of irritation, the promise—tsukasa's so interesting, and he's so in love, so ready for whatever tsukasa will do back to him. right now, though, it's his turn, and he'll enjoy it, push tsukasa as well as he can.
he lifts himself a little more, and the hands that tighten in his hair make him release a pleased hum. pushing buttons is a good sign—he knows he can do that, he likes that he can do that. sometimes.
a lot of the time.
his hand lowers, slowly, again to the top of tsukasa's waistband. ]
I know, I know! I can't wait.
[ sure, that's something you can say in this case. he means it honestly, anyway. he removes his knee, shifts slowly, opting to kneel instead of lean over or straddle his boyfriend on the chair. so, he totally lied about switching places and sitting on tsukasa's lap, but—
—well, he can do that after.
after he's done focusing on removing tsukasa's pants, underwear, the rest of his composure. ]
Don't get annoyed, 'kay? I don't need to hear it, I just like hearing you say you want it sometimes. [ excuse him.
with the buttons undone, he hooks his fingers in, tugs lightly, and: ] Here, help me—
If you don't want me to get annoyed, don't be annoying?
[TOO EASY.
Still though, Tsukasa doesn't actually look irritated, despite his words. Perhaps if this was just them hanging out on the couch, Leo doing something nonsensical for the sake of nonsense, Tsukasa would find the time and nerve to be annoyed.
But no, the look in his eyes is only amusement, only unabashed affection. Leo is impossible and Tsukasa wouldn't have him any other way.
Even if it gets his heart pumping uncomfortably fast, fills him with more feeling than he ever thought he could possess, affirms that he's so in love that it's disastrous.
At the very least, it's a disaster he'll face head on.
Hence why he'll lift his hips to assist Leo with his pants but the hand in Leo's hair will pull ever so slightly, guide him down so Tsukasa can press their lips together again in a fierce, messy kiss.
A sigh. That was far too long without a proper kiss.]
ultimately, he's used to this. ultimately, he knows that this is what they are, two parts of a whole, a king and a knight. god knows that he's certain he'll always want tsukasa too; there's so much about life that's uncertain, changing, but even in the midst of understanding that he can also understand that maybe this is the one thing that'll never shift. the exception to a dynamic life.
( leo'll always love tsukasa, tsukasa'll always love him )
but sometimes, still, it's like he's rediscovering that emotion all over again. it catches him off-guard (as tsukasa does) and this is one of those moments. with tsukasa looking at him like he is, it's like the puzzle never clicked, where the swell of his chest whispers yes, you're in love, this is what you've got
and it makes him love life more than he had before. every time he has this little realization, over and over again, it just helps him love more and more and more and more and
he's a little shocked, at first, tugged and kissed and promised always, but even that settles soon.
because he knows. ]
Mm. Thanks.
[ genuine and true ]
Tsu. You sure made my heart skip a beat, you know? You do that all the time—sometimes I feel like I'll actually die one of these days from it, haha!
[ now, he starts on what he’s giving. his hands had gone slack midway into taking off what was covering tsukasa’s lower half, busy as he was with being completely overwhelmed with the pure fact that tsukasa exists, that he’s lucky enough to have something like this, someone like this.
he’s so beautiful.
beautiful when he’s loving and being loved, beautiful when he’s annoyed with his bullshit, beautiful when he’s asleep and awake and
beautiful when he’s completely naked, add that to the list. ]
I won’t, though, ‘cause I still have things to do here. Like thank you for being with me—
[ leo kneels on the floor, slowly working on completely taking off the rest of tsukasa’s clothes ]
—for following this foolish King this long—
[ with those tugged off, he leans forward again, his hands brushing up now unclothed thighs ]
—for giving me a lot more than I think I deserve, maybe?
[ and then he’s kissing there, soft and gentle, up and up and up ]
[ until that gentleness slips away, and leo is left playful again when he speaks, his breath hot on skin: ]
And this, too.
[ finally, he touches where he said he would. tsukasa’s erection is proof of just what they do to each other, and he kisses the tip, moves his hand to circle around its length.
there is no way that it could be anything else, the way that this manages to play on so many different emotions - the way that Leo manages to invoke parts of Tsukasa that he leaves untouched, forgotten, sometimes doesn't even know about
but it's here, his heart hammering in his chest and breath coming out haggard indeed even as he lets Leo undress him. how opposite, he can't help but think. shouldn't he be the one assisting and serving his king? and yet - and yet he feels so entirely spoiled
(and he loves it. he loves it so much, loves to be doted on, loves this precipice of possessing control and yet none at all)
he stands on another precipice, calls upon every inch of his self-control to not lift his hips again in response to Leo's touch, to not buck into his hand and chase the friction and follow the base need—]
Leo.
[was that his lord's name or a groan? he can't really provide an answer for a second, his breath coming out in stutters]
Was that... on purpose?
[one hand remains in Leo's hair, the other coming up to Tsukasa's own heated face as runs a hand through his own hair]
You know I - can't respond....
[can't respond the way he wants - with assurances that Leo never thinks he deserves enough, with the promise that there's no reason to thank him, with doting kisses and sweet words - because it's a little bit too hard to see the innocence of their affection with lust clouding his mind]
[ what's on purpose, he's asking, the curiosity and love sparkling in his eyes as he looks up at his beloved, a beautiful mess because of him. there's no shame in being brought to the floor, in serving here—again, it's only for suou that he'd put himself in a position like this, enjoy every moment of it.
leo acts as if he has no idea what on purpose could possibly mean, but the smile on his lips as he lingers close to tsukasa's dick says otherwise.
he made a request to his king, and now that king will serve him with the utmost dedication, and allow none of that back as long as he's here, kneeling. ]
Didn't you say you were gonna repay me? Where'd all that talk go? [ he punctuates that with another stroke, looks down; his hand makes room for his mouth, as he gives tsukasa an experimental lick
tentative
teasing. ]
M'kidding, kidding. You don't need to.
[ and another, followed by a laugh ]
You've given me such a great song, I just wanna... show that. [ a pause, and he looks up again, vibrant green focused entirely on tsukasa. predatory, almost, proud like a beast where he lies—but also gentle, after a moment. ] So... let go, Tsu. That'll be enough for me.
[ with that said, leo's free hand gently pushes one of tsukasa's legs to spread them further apart, and then with no more warning he's fully taking him in his mouth.
There's still a tenuous hold on control, on his poise and grace and composure. Normally it comes easily to him, like breathing, and there are zero problems with it but what Leo does to him is something else. Leo pulls at him methodically, aggravates Tsukasa in every single way, strips him of his elegance just as quickly as he'll be stripped of his clothes and
is it bad that Tsukasa thinks that's just confirmation of being in love?
no one would be able to ruin him like this -
he wouldn't want to be ruined like this by anyone but Leo
the heat of his mouth is overwhelming, is almost unbearable, is so good that Tsukasa has no idea how he isn't addicted to this - isn't addicted to Leo on his knees and giving him his undivided attention and care and]
Fuck.
[tsukasa doesn't curse.
but when Leo so suddenly takes his cock into his mouth after a small eternity of teasing, he thinks it's excusable if he curses
(the dams are breaking)
his hand in leo's hair tightens in his surprise, remains tight in his pleasure, trembles as he refrains from encouraging Leo to continue
at this point, possibly more for his own sake than Leo's]
[ most people would probably say they wouldn't kinda snort mid-blowjob, but leo can't help it—he does, the moment tsukasa curses, that small little exhale of amusement escapes him. that, combined with the way tsukasa's fingers tighten in his hair, the pressure there just reminding him of what tsukasa's probably feeling makes something curl in his stomach.
he said let go, didn't he?
but suou's still...
well, okay. this is how it goes—
fully determined to push tsukasa over the edge, leo wastes no time. he takes as much of suou's dick as he can, almost up to the base, in and then out, his tongue running along the underside with no hesitation. that, once, and then when he fully takes tsukasa again he's sucking mercilessly, cheeks hollowing.
his hand runs gently across tsukasa's inner thigh as he does this, and he's truly aiming for tsukasa to feel as much sensations as he possibly can.
he wants tsukasa urging him, pushing him forward, not holding anything back as he groans and moans. whatever other sounds he can make. leo'll release them from his throat. all of them.
because that's what it means to lose control, right? ]
what leo can do with his mouth is probably illegal in a collection of countries and if that's not the case then tsukasa would certainly create a petition to make it so
that said, it's a story in three parts.
first, a gasping breath. a gasping breath taken in the hopes that maybe his lungs will one day fill full again, instead of constantly having the air stolen from them with every sinful movement of leo's.
second, a broken moan. a broken moan that comes from tsukasa's core, works its way up his spine, escapes through his mouth before he can even think to stop it. his fingers working more desperately into Leo's hair, no longer mindful to keep from being too painful. better to ask for forgiveness than permission, isn't it? leo gave him permission for everything, didn't he?
excuses, excuses.
for third - third, he can't help himself. the moans spill from him, chasing after the first. even as he obliges to keep his legs spread, to allow Leo access to all that skin, he can't help the slight raise of his hips to follow the wet heat of Leo's mouth, the fingers in his hair guiding him down in the same motion.]
L-Leo. [his lord and king and lover's name on his tongue and it hangs in between them, as if all other words and names had been wiped from Tsukasa's memory
a gasp for air, as if it'll do anything for his too fast beating heart and the need burning through his veins] God, that's so —
[ there. if the hair pulling is slightly painful, leo doesn't care, nor does he show it; it, along with tsukasa near thrusting into his mouth, is a sign of unravelling, that he's doing what he's aimed to do. destroy suou's sanity, that is, completely peel it away—and he allows himself to be led, guided.
with all the bullshit leo spouts on a regular basis, no one should be surprised he's pretty good with his mouth? not that he can spout much of anything right now, given he's just completely taking as much as tsukasa wants him to every single time. he's not certain how far he was going to take this one, but now that he's here, on his knees, hearing all of tsukasa's sinful sounds
(and they go straight to his core, his own erection throbbing)
so he thinks he'll take this all the way, and make tsukasa come.
with that goal set in his mind, he makes a sound at the back of his throat, hums, and braces one hand on tsukasa's thigh (gripping a little tight there, maybe, this is affecting him too). then, the other—it's shaky, but it moves to...
... well, to caress tsukasa's balls, gently.
more contact. more.
just tsukasa, tsukasa, tsukasa and the symphony of sounds he's making on the mind, now— ]
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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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his own fingers press against Leo's skin, just feeling the warmth underneath his touch, but he doesn't break his gaze away from Leo's. He watches the playful smile dance across his boyfriend's lips, mirrors it with a look that is all at once fond and wanting.
Tsukasa's in love - he knows this for a fact, has known for quite some time - it just so happens that at the moment he's terribly in lust too.
at the question and the squirm he huffs a faint laugh, leaning down to press his lips against Leo's, then shifting without breaking their kiss to stand properly -
Though he so hates the distance between them, hence why he'll take Leo's hands in his own, pull him up out of the chair immediately to keep their bodies pressed close. One arm loops around Leo's waist familiarly, the other cups his face as Tsukasa is first determined to steal whatever breath is left in his lungs.
when he does break the kiss, parting just barely, he sighs]
I love you.
[he'd just said so, certainly, but it bears repeating, he thinks
no one else makes him feel even remotely as alive, makes the electricity flash up his spine, makes him smile and sigh like Leo does]
My one and only.
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one and only.
leo's hands go between them so he can run his hands down tsukasa's exposed chest, down his stomach.
one and only. ]
Me too. I like you, I love you, I love you—
[ he mutters, yearning and yearning, until it's his turn to lead suou. leo moves him to settle on the chair they left, peeling off his shirt completely, his pace leaning more towards quick, frantic, yet still not quite reaching there. when tsukasa's seated, leo draws a knee up to settle it between tsukasa's legs, pressing there lightly with a lazy grin.
his heart beats frantic in his chest. it's dizzying. he leans forward, impatient. he's not really sitting in tsukasa's lap like he said, but he makes his presence known regardless. ]
Seeing you like this... it's my favorite.
[ —the whisper from leo's lips. he moves to tsukasa's neck. at first there's feather kisses as leo hums lightly, his hands steadying himself; right now, he only plans to touch tsukasa with his mouth. those soft kisses morph into a gentle scraping of teeth, and, with a final shift to make some form of eye contact, he's licking a stripe down tsukasa's chest. like tsukasa had done to him, his attention is then on his nipples, but not with his fingers—it's his mouth that moves there, nothing but a lick that starts things off until his mouth closes around one, teasing it gently with his teeth.
everything's pulsing.
the challenge, now: make tsukasa unravel completely. ]
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Leo's difficult to follow on a good day, absolutely impossible to predict when he wants to be. Tsukasa ends up setting on the chair after the kiss, almost dazed in how he ends up there and a quick intake of air is all he gets to prepare for Leo's next actions which -
yes, he's going to be driven absolutely crazy this way.
it's uncouth, it's so far from composed, but he can't help the way that his hips move initially against Leo's leg, his hardness pronounced and craving whatever friction Leo has to offer. a strangled, surprised groan leaves Tsukasa's throat before he gives it permission as Leo's mouth explores his chest. immediately, his hand comes up to tangle itself in Leo's hair, guides out his hair tie immediately
why even bother to pretend to be composed anymore?
Tsukasa's head tilts back slightly, back arching almost immediately and all he can think is - ah, all he can think is how he'll repay. how he'll take the pleasure that Leo's giving and return it five times over, how he'll slowly and methodically take apart his beloved leader
an exhale of breath that's half a question, half a laugh, and completely drenched with want]
What... am I going to do with you?
[well.
still everything, hopefully]
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at least, he stops with his mouth. it's one of his hands, now, that moves—to allow his fingers to play over the parts of his chest that leo hadn't touched with his tongue. ]
Mm, well, it's not about what you're gonna do with me right now.
[ he offers that, his breath brushing tsukasa's skin. then he leans in again, pressing an open-mouthed kiss above the area he'd been focused on previously. ]
It's what I'm gonna do with you.
[ which right now, is leaving the same mark that suou had left on him. one... a nip, a suck. and he's still not done after that, his voice soft. ]
I could... Want me to touch you here? Is that okay?
[ another slight bit of pressure between tsukasa's legs, the corner of his lips twitching. ]
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[A sigh of his name, laced with something irritated - what is their lives if Leo not coming up with new and fantastic ways to torment Tsukasa?
Though perhaps this one isn't as new - though it's certainly just as fantastic as always. Something pools in Tsukasa's stomach, a mix of frustration and amusement and desire, all things that he undoubtedly will be projecting entirely on Leo in due time.
His fingers work tighter in Leo's hair, tangled in the strands of it, though still mindful enough not to pull enough to hurt.]
Don't ask questions you already know the answer to.
[honestly in what universe would Tsukasa ever say not to Leo touching him more
but also-]
Don't forget that I fully intend to repay you too.
[not a threat.
a promise.]
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he lifts himself a little more, and the hands that tighten in his hair make him release a pleased hum. pushing buttons is a good sign—he knows he can do that, he likes that he can do that. sometimes.
a lot of the time.
his hand lowers, slowly, again to the top of tsukasa's waistband. ]
I know, I know! I can't wait.
[ sure, that's something you can say in this case. he means it honestly, anyway. he removes his knee, shifts slowly, opting to kneel instead of lean over or straddle his boyfriend on the chair. so, he totally lied about switching places and sitting on tsukasa's lap, but—
—well, he can do that after.
after he's done focusing on removing tsukasa's pants, underwear, the rest of his composure. ]
Don't get annoyed, 'kay? I don't need to hear it, I just like hearing you say you want it sometimes. [ excuse him.
with the buttons undone, he hooks his fingers in, tugs lightly, and: ] Here, help me—
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[TOO EASY.
Still though, Tsukasa doesn't actually look irritated, despite his words. Perhaps if this was just them hanging out on the couch, Leo doing something nonsensical for the sake of nonsense, Tsukasa would find the time and nerve to be annoyed.
But no, the look in his eyes is only amusement, only unabashed affection. Leo is impossible and Tsukasa wouldn't have him any other way.
Even if it gets his heart pumping uncomfortably fast, fills him with more feeling than he ever thought he could possess, affirms that he's so in love that it's disastrous.
At the very least, it's a disaster he'll face head on.
Hence why he'll lift his hips to assist Leo with his pants but the hand in Leo's hair will pull ever so slightly, guide him down so Tsukasa can press their lips together again in a fierce, messy kiss.
A sigh. That was far too long without a proper kiss.]
I want whatever you'll give me, Leader.
I'll always want you.
/3 here we flippin' go
ultimately, he's used to this. ultimately, he knows that this is what they are, two parts of a whole, a king and a knight. god knows that he's certain he'll always want tsukasa too; there's so much about life that's uncertain, changing, but even in the midst of understanding that he can also understand that maybe this is the one thing that'll never shift. the exception to a dynamic life.
( leo'll always love tsukasa, tsukasa'll always love him )
but sometimes, still, it's like he's rediscovering that emotion all over again. it catches him off-guard (as tsukasa does) and this is one of those moments. with tsukasa looking at him like he is, it's like the puzzle never clicked, where the swell of his chest whispers yes, you're in love, this is what you've got
and it makes him love life more than he had before. every time he has this little realization, over and over again, it just helps him love more and more and more and more and
he's a little shocked, at first, tugged and kissed and promised always, but even that settles soon.
because he knows. ]
Mm. Thanks.
[ genuine and true ]
Tsu. You sure made my heart skip a beat, you know? You do that all the time—sometimes I feel like I'll actually die one of these days from it, haha!
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he’s so beautiful.
beautiful when he’s loving and being loved, beautiful when he’s annoyed with his bullshit, beautiful when he’s asleep and awake and
beautiful when he’s completely naked, add that to the list. ]
I won’t, though, ‘cause I still have things to do here. Like thank you for being with me—
[ leo kneels on the floor, slowly working on completely taking off the rest of tsukasa’s clothes ]
—for following this foolish King this long—
[ with those tugged off, he leans forward again, his hands brushing up now unclothed thighs ]
—for giving me a lot more than I think I deserve, maybe?
[ and then he’s kissing there, soft and gentle, up and up and up ]
ok
And this, too.
[ finally, he touches where he said he would. tsukasa’s erection is proof of just what they do to each other, and he kisses the tip, moves his hand to circle around its length.
he says: ]
My Tsukasa,
[ almost reverent, and gives a gentle stroke. ]
I’ll always want you too, y'know? Always.
[ always. ]
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it's a test, isn't it?
it has to be a test.
there is no way that it could be anything else, the way that this manages to play on so many different emotions - the way that Leo manages to invoke parts of Tsukasa that he leaves untouched, forgotten, sometimes doesn't even know about
but it's here, his heart hammering in his chest and breath coming out haggard indeed even as he lets Leo undress him. how opposite, he can't help but think. shouldn't he be the one assisting and serving his king? and yet - and yet he feels so entirely spoiled
(and he loves it. he loves it so much, loves to be doted on, loves this precipice of possessing control and yet none at all)
he stands on another precipice, calls upon every inch of his self-control to not lift his hips again in response to Leo's touch, to not buck into his hand and chase the friction and follow the base need—]
Leo.
[was that his lord's name or a groan? he can't really provide an answer for a second, his breath coming out in stutters]
Was that... on purpose?
[one hand remains in Leo's hair, the other coming up to Tsukasa's own heated face as runs a hand through his own hair]
You know I - can't respond....
[can't respond the way he wants - with assurances that Leo never thinks he deserves enough, with the promise that there's no reason to thank him, with doting kisses and sweet words - because it's a little bit too hard to see the innocence of their affection with lust clouding his mind]
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[ what's on purpose, he's asking, the curiosity and love sparkling in his eyes as he looks up at his beloved, a beautiful mess because of him. there's no shame in being brought to the floor, in serving here—again, it's only for suou that he'd put himself in a position like this, enjoy every moment of it.
leo acts as if he has no idea what on purpose could possibly mean, but the smile on his lips as he lingers close to tsukasa's dick says otherwise.
he made a request to his king, and now that king will serve him with the utmost dedication, and allow none of that back as long as he's here, kneeling. ]
Didn't you say you were gonna repay me? Where'd all that talk go? [ he punctuates that with another stroke, looks down; his hand makes room for his mouth, as he gives tsukasa an experimental lick
tentative
teasing. ]
M'kidding, kidding. You don't need to.
[ and another, followed by a laugh ]
You've given me such a great song, I just wanna... show that. [ a pause, and he looks up again, vibrant green focused entirely on tsukasa. predatory, almost, proud like a beast where he lies—but also gentle, after a moment. ] So... let go, Tsu. That'll be enough for me.
[ with that said, leo's free hand gently pushes one of tsukasa's legs to spread them further apart, and then with no more warning he's fully taking him in his mouth.
that's one way to shut leo up, probably ]
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There's still a tenuous hold on control, on his poise and grace and composure. Normally it comes easily to him, like breathing, and there are zero problems with it but what Leo does to him is something else. Leo pulls at him methodically, aggravates Tsukasa in every single way, strips him of his elegance just as quickly as he'll be stripped of his clothes and
is it bad that Tsukasa thinks that's just confirmation of being in love?
no one would be able to ruin him like this -
he wouldn't want to be ruined like this by anyone but Leo
the heat of his mouth is overwhelming, is almost unbearable, is so good that Tsukasa has no idea how he isn't addicted to this - isn't addicted to Leo on his knees and giving him his undivided attention and care and]
Fuck.
[tsukasa doesn't curse.
but when Leo so suddenly takes his cock into his mouth after a small eternity of teasing, he thinks it's excusable if he curses
(the dams are breaking)
his hand in leo's hair tightens in his surprise, remains tight in his pleasure, trembles as he refrains from encouraging Leo to continue
at this point, possibly more for his own sake than Leo's]
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he said let go, didn't he?
but suou's still...
well, okay. this is how it goes—
fully determined to push tsukasa over the edge, leo wastes no time. he takes as much of suou's dick as he can, almost up to the base, in and then out, his tongue running along the underside with no hesitation. that, once, and then when he fully takes tsukasa again he's sucking mercilessly, cheeks hollowing.
his hand runs gently across tsukasa's inner thigh as he does this, and he's truly aiming for tsukasa to feel as much sensations as he possibly can.
he wants tsukasa urging him, pushing him forward, not holding anything back as he groans and moans. whatever other sounds he can make. leo'll release them from his throat. all of them.
because that's what it means to lose control, right? ]
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what leo can do with his mouth is probably illegal in a collection of countries and if that's not the case then tsukasa would certainly create a petition to make it so
that said, it's a story in three parts.
first, a gasping breath. a gasping breath taken in the hopes that maybe his lungs will one day fill full again, instead of constantly having the air stolen from them with every sinful movement of leo's.
second, a broken moan. a broken moan that comes from tsukasa's core, works its way up his spine, escapes through his mouth before he can even think to stop it. his fingers working more desperately into Leo's hair, no longer mindful to keep from being too painful. better to ask for forgiveness than permission, isn't it? leo gave him permission for everything, didn't he?
excuses, excuses.
for third - third, he can't help himself. the moans spill from him, chasing after the first. even as he obliges to keep his legs spread, to allow Leo access to all that skin, he can't help the slight raise of his hips to follow the wet heat of Leo's mouth, the fingers in his hair guiding him down in the same motion.]
L-Leo. [his lord and king and lover's name on his tongue and it hangs in between them, as if all other words and names had been wiped from Tsukasa's memory
a gasp for air, as if it'll do anything for his too fast beating heart and the need burning through his veins] God, that's so —
You're so good. You're — so good....
[consider him suitably undone]
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with all the bullshit leo spouts on a regular basis, no one should be surprised he's pretty good with his mouth? not that he can spout much of anything right now, given he's just completely taking as much as tsukasa wants him to every single time. he's not certain how far he was going to take this one, but now that he's here, on his knees, hearing all of tsukasa's sinful sounds
(and they go straight to his core, his own erection throbbing)
so he thinks he'll take this all the way, and make tsukasa come.
with that goal set in his mind, he makes a sound at the back of his throat, hums, and braces one hand on tsukasa's thigh (gripping a little tight there, maybe, this is affecting him too). then, the other—it's shaky, but it moves to...
... well, to caress tsukasa's balls, gently.
more contact. more.
just tsukasa, tsukasa, tsukasa and the symphony of sounds he's making on the mind, now— ]
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