anyway he'll carefully accept the sword, putting one hand on the hilt and the other on the blade, careful. imagine if he did cut himself and a knifeplay kink awoke in him
it helps that buzen's holding on too, the sword doesn't feel as heavy as he expected. maybe a little heavier, considering that he's holding it up -- fighting against gravity.
...it's so close. just a few inches lower, and it'd be hovering over his neck... he feels his pulse kick up with adrenaline, but he's not afraid. how can he be, when buzen's here? he moves his hand down the hilt a little so he can touch buzen's hand, as if the warmth will remind him that he's not alone.]
...I know you've been held before. But you're the first one I've ever held.
[itsuki took buzen's first kiss, his first moment of intimacy. (and he has the gall to get jealous) shouldn't buzen take more of itsuki's firsts too? he gently tugs the blade down until it's hovering just over his lips, and kisses it softly.]
The only one too.
[though technically he could probably carry another sword... if out of necessity, but never by choice. he shifts his head a little, leans up to kiss the blade again,]
You said that you're mine. [this time he moves the blade to the side, so he can kiss the next part,] That means I'm yours too.
[down, down, down, so he can kiss every part of the blade, his eyes fixed on buzen's]
I'm not a warrior. I don't need to be one. [he doesn't want to be anyone else, because buzen's told him he loves him] I love you, Buzen Gou. Every form of you.
[itsuki had asked for this - and yet buzen still feels like he wasn't entirely prepared. he helps itsuki for this, makes sure that the blade is balanced and isn't too heavy... but there is still something so very intimate about it. wicked has asked to hold him, and buzen had allowed it. itsuki asked now, and buzen thinks again about how it's so uncertain that he's ever been truly wielded in history. he has no distinct master to his name historically, even though he has roxana now -
but he's had itsuki as his lover for longer. itsuki has had his heart for longer.
and itsuki will probably come to realize now that buzen's blush earlier is - almost automatic. it's intimate, to have such obvious gestures of affection directed to his true vessel. it's so close to his soul - and he can feel it now, connected to his sword as he is. the impression of lips against steel, again and again. it steals his breath a little, and embarrasses him.
when itsuki is done - buzen will carefully pull his sword away and go to gently replace it in the sheath, almost like he's hiding... his face is still flushed. it takes him a second to find his words.]
.... I love you, too.
[ . . . ]
In the Prism, we weren't - totally connected to ourselves. But normally we can feel what the blades do. So that was the first time... for me... [to truly understand what it's like to have someone truly wielding him. isn't that one thing that he can give itsuki?
it's taking longer to collect himself than he'd like. he shifts again so that he can just lean down to press his mouth against itsuki's, like it'd buy him time. and also to enjoy something a little more familiar. a kiss for his blade, a kiss for his body. even.]
it's a heady combination -- the wash of pink across buzen's face, the way he's taking his time when he's normally so quick, the warmth of his lips. the fact that just earlier itsuki had thought it would never be enough, that he'd only ever take from buzen and keep taking out of desperate need, and that fact would somehow repel him. but he's not taking this time, he's just lucky enough to accept.
he's the wind, and itsuki's the ripple. but in this moment? buzen feels like the sun, and itsuki's heart is full,]
...Yeah.
[he slides his hand slowly up buzen's back, mapping out the skin, marveling at the warmth, thinking of how beautiful a blade can be -- both steel and flesh. how blessed he is that buzen chose to love him, chose him to remember him, entrusted that memory onto him. a soft murmur against his lips]
This is the only place I want to be. Next to you.
[where he can look at him and see every side of him, and treasure each expression and word,]
[there are still moments in which buzen is not certain that he exists. love has not been able to solve that - those instances where he loses track of where he is, feels a little distorted from his own body. he accepts who and what he is.
but.
feeling itsuki's hands on him, chasing after the warmth of his mouth, and the affection on his lips... it makes buzen wish just a little bit more. it would be nice, if he existed. it would be nice, if he could get to be real. then it would be all the more certain that these days would not end, and he would always find his way to itsuki, no matter what the mission may hold.
he doesn't say that, only kisses itsuki again as he laughs softly in return.]
[He hums in response, moving his hands up, up, up, until his fingers card through Buzen's hair, marveling in every sensation he's lucky enough to feel.]
I will. ...For as long as we can.
[how wonderful would it be if that could be forever? is it really so impossible a dream?
that's a question itsuki can take his time to answer, he thinks. for now... he draws Buzen back down towards him, pressing kisses on his cheeks, as if that single touch can bring back his very cutely embarrassed expression,]
I think I understand now -- why you like it when I blush.
[blush.... buzen's expression turns a little wry at that]
I don't even really understand why you blush at the things I do... [like ???? they've been dating for oh god this really isn't that long it's only been a month i started these brackets and then remembered buzen was dead for 4 weeks
anyway]
Though I can't say I dislike it.
[it's kinda funny...
he gives itsuki another kiss, before pressing another one beneath his ear, along his jaw, down his neck.... maybe he's trying to get itsuki to blush again a little now that he's thinking about it]
[shaking that buzen likes it bc he thinks it's funny and itsuki likes it bc he thinks it's so cute/makes him horny for buzen, this slut is really out here.]
There isn't really just one reason.
[itsuki is a complex bottom.......]
Sometimes, it's because I don't know how to react, or know what to do when you show me so much kindness. So it's like I'm surprised, but in a good way. [(tsuru voice) a good surprise] Other times... I get embarrassed, because I get to receive so much affection from you when I never thought I ever would.
And finally... [his voice gets a little deeper her, as he slips his hand under buzen's chin to gently guide him back to him,] I blush whenever I think about wanting you, or when you make it clear you want me.
[IT MAKES HIM HORNY i hate it here, the slut really jumps out
buzen is thoughtful when itsuki explains this to him, and a little gently amused? how strange it is to him to still think that itsuki didn't expect to receive much affection. he lets his face be guided up, and almost immediately catches itsuki's lips in a kiss as if answering a silent request for more affection.
(that is not what itsuki was asking for, but buzen is just assuming at this point)]
I want you.
[unabashedly.
one of buzen's hands traces down itsuki's body, like trying to memorize every inch to his touch.]
Are you done being jealous over Wiku now?
[he just wants to make sure their last conversation wrapped at a good place before he just showers itsuki in affection,]
[itsuki introduced sluttiness, monogamy, and anxiety to a perfectly good sword puppy
he immediately stops being huffy when he senses buzen's anxiety though, tilting his head so he can nip at his bottom lip]
I want you to feel good too... But I'd like it even more if you told me what you want.
[they've banged so many times that itsuki has absolutely recognized that buzen does his best to make itsuki happy, and then gets confused when he's doted on in the same way......]
[they have banged so many times... and buzen is prone to going along with impulse and request. the nip at his bottom lip makes him lean in a little closer, as though automatically trying to chase after but -
right, itsuki said something.]
... you do make me feel good. [that's easy enough to say, buzen truly doesn't feel the shame a normal human would. but he does nuzzle against itsuki's cheek affectionately]
But I want to touch you, too. I want to hear you say my name, and feel you clinging onto me.
[the way that this could reasonably count as dirty talk but to buzen he is just
[buzen's honesty is just as powerful as intentional dirty talk because it just turns itsuki on anyway, also the fact that itsuki's biggest dilemma these days is either topping or bottoming for his cute boyfriend i truly cannot
itsuki presses his lips right over the mole on Buzen's neck, sucking on the skin there.]
We still have the rest of the night. [what time is it actually who knows, he admires the bright red love bite as he uncaps the bottle,] And the morning too.
I feel a lot better now, so I can go as long as you like.
[the (buzen voice) slippery feels cold on his fingers, as Itsuki makes promises that he's confident he can keep? never mind the stray bruises here and there, leftover marks from the last time buzen touched him. he should be fine... as long as he doesn't tease buzen too much.................]
[i still don't like how kotegiri has to constantly suffer, he's gonna see this hickey and put two and two together]
That's fine, right? Since it's our first morning at the citadel together.
[he'll finally sit up, he's been lying down this entire time like a bottom, and pull Buzen forward until he's sitting in his lap. wow this position rarely if ever happens, buzen's sitting in his lap for once...
he wonders how he rates on the lap seat scale....]
[yea he is itsuki is really doing this to poor kotegiri -
but buzen is agreeable, ultimately, and he lets himself be pulled onto itsuki’s lap. this really is so rare but he’ll let his arms loop around his shoulders for balance anyway]
… as long as chores can still get done tomorrow…
[imagine if itsuki wants to bang a lot and then gets shoved onto farm duty wouldn’t that be so funny]
[it would be what he deserves, and that's to perish from sluttiness,
there's something very funny about buzen mentioning chores -- it's the last thing he'd expect to hear in the bedroom, and it startles a laugh from him. there's something indescribably fond in his gaze as he meets Buzen's eyes.
isn't this what life is like? more than just heated, feverish moments and whispered love confessions... it's the mundane too, the little day to day things that others take for granted, but itsuki never had.]
...I'm excited.
[for the BANG??? well obviously that too, as he strokes him one hand and prepares him with the other, slow and steady]
I can't wait to spend my life with you, Buzen.
[he leans in to meet Buzen's lips firmly, open-mouthed and hungry. itsuki is no longer gen and kind, now he's domestic and slutty]
[how is it that mentioning chores gets buzen another kissy, he doesn't understand
but he's not necessarily complaining either. his gasp and moan get swallowed into the kiss, his arms circling around itsuki a little more tightly with the attention being given to him. it feels good, and he needs a moment to even remember what itsuki said before he stole buzen's breath away.]
Mm... I'm happy, too.
[softly, breathlessly, even as one of buzen's hands drops from where it's looped around itsuki and instead traces down his front because itsuki can take care of him but also he's not the type to stay still if he can help it]
[the moan reverberates through him, leaving sparks. His movements become a little more urgent, as if it's his turn to chase now, intent on making Buzen feel as good as possible,
and then his focus blips, the hand drifting lower impossible to ignore, and a shiver instinctively runs through him]
...Are you trying to distract me?
[because it would be very easy to, since he's a lawful bottom]
[a small smile curls on buzen's mouth at the shiver - though he hides it in the next second when he presses his face against itsuki's neck to instinctively muffle another wanting, pleased noise that escapes him with the increased pace
one of his hands clutches a little tighter onto itsuki - but his other goes to wrap around him too, slowing building up a pace even as buzen nuzzles in closer]
[he cuts himself off with a gasp, turns to try and kiss buzen again -- half out of desire and half so he can muffle himself too -- but buzen's face is pressed against his rapidly beating pulse instead,
that's fine, he can kiss the pale, exposed line of buzen's neck instead... make it even... except his body jolts from the attention, and his mouth lands near buzen's ear instead, gasping out a moan that curls into buzen's name. he barely needs all this doting attention he's receiving right now... but it is nice to be spoiled like this,]
- rather, there really is something satisfying about hearing itsuki say his name like that. it makes something hot curl into the pit of his stomach, prompting his hand to move just a bit faster like it'd encourage even more sounds from him. greedy.
he doesn't bite itsuki's neck - but he does shift enough so that he can let teeth scrape against his shoulder instead, even as he presses closer so there's less and less room between them. this is a type of closeness he can only enjoy with itsuki too - that he'd only ever want with this person that he loves so much]
most of his thoughts are hazy by now, tipsy with desire, but one rings faintly in the back of his mind -- an awareness of how buzen's always so gentle whenever he kisses him on the throat now.
it's that kindness that almost tips him over, a reminder that it's buzen's kind nature that made itsuki fall in love in the first place]
Wait -- wait...
[just. IMMEDIATELY, he's in the danger zone!!!! this was really quick but in itsuki's defense he was turned on since like. the beginning.]
I think I'm just about -- ready.
[he's flustering a little, which is embarrassing because he was trying to be sexy and cool .5 seconds earlier. he nips a line down buzen's neck because he's trying to hide his stupid bottom blushy]
[THE DANGER ZONE ALWEKGHAWEG also how is he still engaging in bottom behavior when he's about to top, i'm shaking
regardless - buzen does wait, pretty much as soon as itsuki says. quick as he is, he does try to be attuned to everything itsuki wants, including letting him say when he needs to take a breath. he lets both arms loop loosely around itsuki's shoulders, even as he tilts his head to give him space, closing his eyes briefly to enjoy the attention]
Mm, okay.
[softly, languidly - though buzen shifts enough to catch itsuki's mouth with his own a moment later. it's hard to say whether the kiss is impulse or reward, maybe a little bit of both
his next question will stay mumbled against itsuki's mouth - ]
Do you want to stay like this?
[with buzen in itsuki's lap this time? he truly has no preference, it's just whatever his lover wants]
[it's because every time itsuki tries to be flirtatious and sexy buzen says something that disarms him completely and that has been their dynamic since the day they met. buzen embraced him and really said 'ur a bottom now!' and itsuki went 'marry me'.
kind of like now, since his first (slutty) thought is 'god yes let's stay like this forever' which he immediately takes back because being on the precipice like this is actually frustrating.
he's thinking so much now... he should fix that. he murmurs his answer back,]
...Yeah. I want to hold you like this and see your face. [nipping at his lip] I want you to cling onto me too.
[he'll settle his hands on Buzen's hips, as if to return the favor.]
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anyway he'll carefully accept the sword, putting one hand on the hilt and the other on the blade, careful. imagine if he did cut himself and a knifeplay kink awoke in him
it helps that buzen's holding on too, the sword doesn't feel as heavy as he expected. maybe a little heavier, considering that he's holding it up -- fighting against gravity.
...it's so close. just a few inches lower, and it'd be hovering over his neck... he feels his pulse kick up with adrenaline, but he's not afraid. how can he be, when buzen's here? he moves his hand down the hilt a little so he can touch buzen's hand, as if the warmth will remind him that he's not alone.]
...I know you've been held before. But you're the first one I've ever held.
[itsuki took buzen's first kiss, his first moment of intimacy. (and he has the gall to get jealous) shouldn't buzen take more of itsuki's firsts too? he gently tugs the blade down until it's hovering just over his lips, and kisses it softly.]
The only one too.
[though technically he could probably carry another sword... if out of necessity, but never by choice. he shifts his head a little, leans up to kiss the blade again,]
You said that you're mine. [this time he moves the blade to the side, so he can kiss the next part,] That means I'm yours too.
[down, down, down, so he can kiss every part of the blade, his eyes fixed on buzen's]
I'm not a warrior. I don't need to be one. [he doesn't want to be anyone else, because buzen's told him he loves him] I love you, Buzen Gou. Every form of you.
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but he's had itsuki as his lover for longer. itsuki has had his heart for longer.
and itsuki will probably come to realize now that buzen's blush earlier is - almost automatic. it's intimate, to have such obvious gestures of affection directed to his true vessel. it's so close to his soul - and he can feel it now, connected to his sword as he is. the impression of lips against steel, again and again. it steals his breath a little, and embarrasses him.
when itsuki is done - buzen will carefully pull his sword away and go to gently replace it in the sheath, almost like he's hiding... his face is still flushed. it takes him a second to find his words.]
.... I love you, too.
[ . . . ]
In the Prism, we weren't - totally connected to ourselves. But normally we can feel what the blades do. So that was the first time... for me... [to truly understand what it's like to have someone truly wielding him. isn't that one thing that he can give itsuki?
it's taking longer to collect himself than he'd like. he shifts again so that he can just lean down to press his mouth against itsuki's, like it'd buy him time. and also to enjoy something a little more familiar. a kiss for his blade, a kiss for his body. even.]
... let's keep being together, Itsuki.
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it's a heady combination -- the wash of pink across buzen's face, the way he's taking his time when he's normally so quick, the warmth of his lips. the fact that just earlier itsuki had thought it would never be enough, that he'd only ever take from buzen and keep taking out of desperate need, and that fact would somehow repel him. but he's not taking this time, he's just lucky enough to accept.
he's the wind, and itsuki's the ripple. but in this moment? buzen feels like the sun, and itsuki's heart is full,]
...Yeah.
[he slides his hand slowly up buzen's back, mapping out the skin, marveling at the warmth, thinking of how beautiful a blade can be -- both steel and flesh. how blessed he is that buzen chose to love him, chose him to remember him, entrusted that memory onto him. a soft murmur against his lips]
This is the only place I want to be. Next to you.
[where he can look at him and see every side of him, and treasure each expression and word,]
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but.
feeling itsuki's hands on him, chasing after the warmth of his mouth, and the affection on his lips... it makes buzen wish just a little bit more. it would be nice, if he existed. it would be nice, if he could get to be real. then it would be all the more certain that these days would not end, and he would always find his way to itsuki, no matter what the mission may hold.
he doesn't say that, only kisses itsuki again as he laughs softly in return.]
... stay with me, then. For as long as we can.
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I will. ...For as long as we can.
[how wonderful would it be if that could be forever? is it really so impossible a dream?
that's a question itsuki can take his time to answer, he thinks. for now... he draws Buzen back down towards him, pressing kisses on his cheeks, as if that single touch can bring back his very cutely embarrassed expression,]
I think I understand now -- why you like it when I blush.
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I don't even really understand why you blush at the things I do... [like ???? they've been dating for oh god this really isn't that long it's only been a month i started these brackets and then remembered buzen was dead for 4 weeks
anyway]
Though I can't say I dislike it.
[it's kinda funny...
he gives itsuki another kiss, before pressing another one beneath his ear, along his jaw, down his neck.... maybe he's trying to get itsuki to blush again a little now that he's thinking about it]
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There isn't really just one reason.
[itsuki is a complex bottom.......]
Sometimes, it's because I don't know how to react, or know what to do when you show me so much kindness. So it's like I'm surprised, but in a good way. [(tsuru voice) a good surprise] Other times... I get embarrassed, because I get to receive so much affection from you when I never thought I ever would.
And finally... [his voice gets a little deeper her, as he slips his hand under buzen's chin to gently guide him back to him,] I blush whenever I think about wanting you, or when you make it clear you want me.
[buzen whenever itsuki blushes: banging?]
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buzen is thoughtful when itsuki explains this to him, and a little gently amused? how strange it is to him to still think that itsuki didn't expect to receive much affection. he lets his face be guided up, and almost immediately catches itsuki's lips in a kiss as if answering a silent request for more affection.
(that is not what itsuki was asking for, but buzen is just assuming at this point)]
I want you.
[unabashedly.
one of buzen's hands traces down itsuki's body, like trying to memorize every inch to his touch.]
Are you done being jealous over Wiku now?
[he just wants to make sure their last conversation wrapped at a good place before he just showers itsuki in affection,]
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itsuki huffs at this call-out that he himself admitted earlier,]
...I am.
[he's over being jealous.... yeah... (wiku sans honorific.......)]
But I'm not done taking care of you.
[buzen can shower him with affection all he likes!!!! as long as itsuki gets to top!!! he's gonna grab that forgotten bottle of the slippery now,]
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buzen tilts his head at that............ well he doesn't mind, but he does look a little surprised. he gives itsuki another kiss]
Mm, if you want.
[
he says this with a little bit of anxiety radiating off of him? like? is this okay? is this okay??? shouldn't he give back a little??????]
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he immediately stops being huffy when he senses buzen's anxiety though, tilting his head so he can nip at his bottom lip]
I want you to feel good too... But I'd like it even more if you told me what you want.
[they've banged so many times that itsuki has absolutely recognized that buzen does his best to make itsuki happy, and then gets confused when he's doted on in the same way......]
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right, itsuki said something.]
... you do make me feel good. [that's easy enough to say, buzen truly doesn't feel the shame a normal human would. but he does nuzzle against itsuki's cheek affectionately]
But I want to touch you, too. I want to hear you say my name, and feel you clinging onto me.
[the way that this could reasonably count as dirty talk but to buzen he is just
speaking honestly
i hate it here]
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itsuki presses his lips right over the mole on Buzen's neck, sucking on the skin there.]
We still have the rest of the night. [what time is it actually who knows, he admires the bright red love bite as he uncaps the bottle,] And the morning too.
I feel a lot better now, so I can go as long as you like.
[the (buzen voice) slippery feels cold on his fingers, as Itsuki makes promises that he's confident he can keep? never mind the stray bruises here and there, leftover marks from the last time buzen touched him. he should be fine... as long as he doesn't tease buzen too much.................]
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the laugh that leaves buzen is a little breathless, but amused anyway even as he turns his head to try to press his lips against itsuki's again]
Are you sure?
[HE'S JUST. WONDERING IF THIS IS TRUE,]
... and it sounds like you're not going to let us get out of bed...?
[MORNING????]
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That's fine, right? Since it's our first morning at the citadel together.
[he'll finally sit up, he's been lying down this entire time like a bottom, and pull Buzen forward until he's sitting in his lap. wow this position rarely if ever happens, buzen's sitting in his lap for once...
he wonders how he rates on the lap seat scale....]
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but buzen is agreeable, ultimately, and he lets himself be pulled onto itsuki’s lap. this really is so rare but he’ll let his arms loop around his shoulders for balance anyway]
… as long as chores can still get done tomorrow…
[imagine if itsuki wants to bang a lot and then gets shoved onto farm duty wouldn’t that be so funny]
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there's something very funny about buzen mentioning chores -- it's the last thing he'd expect to hear in the bedroom, and it startles a laugh from him. there's something indescribably fond in his gaze as he meets Buzen's eyes.
isn't this what life is like? more than just heated, feverish moments and whispered love confessions... it's the mundane too, the little day to day things that others take for granted, but itsuki never had.]
...I'm excited.
[for the BANG??? well obviously that too, as he strokes him one hand and prepares him with the other, slow and steady]
I can't wait to spend my life with you, Buzen.
[he leans in to meet Buzen's lips firmly, open-mouthed and hungry. itsuki is no longer gen and kind, now he's domestic and slutty]
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but he's not necessarily complaining either. his gasp and moan get swallowed into the kiss, his arms circling around itsuki a little more tightly with the attention being given to him. it feels good, and he needs a moment to even remember what itsuki said before he stole buzen's breath away.]
Mm... I'm happy, too.
[softly, breathlessly, even as one of buzen's hands drops from where it's looped around itsuki and instead traces down his front because itsuki can take care of him but also he's not the type to stay still if he can help it]
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and then his focus blips, the hand drifting lower impossible to ignore, and a shiver instinctively runs through him]
...Are you trying to distract me?
[because it would be very easy to, since he's a lawful bottom]
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one of his hands clutches a little tighter onto itsuki - but his other goes to wrap around him too, slowing building up a pace even as buzen nuzzles in closer]
Just making it, mm, even.
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[he cuts himself off with a gasp, turns to try and kiss buzen again -- half out of desire and half so he can muffle himself too -- but buzen's face is pressed against his rapidly beating pulse instead,
that's fine, he can kiss the pale, exposed line of buzen's neck instead... make it even... except his body jolts from the attention, and his mouth lands near buzen's ear instead, gasping out a moan that curls into buzen's name. he barely needs all this doting attention he's receiving right now... but it is nice to be spoiled like this,]
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- rather, there really is something satisfying about hearing itsuki say his name like that. it makes something hot curl into the pit of his stomach, prompting his hand to move just a bit faster like it'd encourage even more sounds from him. greedy.
he doesn't bite itsuki's neck - but he does shift enough so that he can let teeth scrape against his shoulder instead, even as he presses closer so there's less and less room between them. this is a type of closeness he can only enjoy with itsuki too - that he'd only ever want with this person that he loves so much]
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most of his thoughts are hazy by now, tipsy with desire, but one rings faintly in the back of his mind -- an awareness of how buzen's always so gentle whenever he kisses him on the throat now.
it's that kindness that almost tips him over, a reminder that it's buzen's kind nature that made itsuki fall in love in the first place]
Wait -- wait...
[just. IMMEDIATELY, he's in the danger zone!!!! this was really quick but in itsuki's defense he was turned on since like. the beginning.]
I think I'm just about -- ready.
[he's flustering a little, which is embarrassing because he was trying to be sexy and cool .5 seconds earlier. he nips a line down buzen's neck because he's trying to hide his stupid bottom blushy]
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regardless - buzen does wait, pretty much as soon as itsuki says. quick as he is, he does try to be attuned to everything itsuki wants, including letting him say when he needs to take a breath. he lets both arms loop loosely around itsuki's shoulders, even as he tilts his head to give him space, closing his eyes briefly to enjoy the attention]
Mm, okay.
[softly, languidly - though buzen shifts enough to catch itsuki's mouth with his own a moment later. it's hard to say whether the kiss is impulse or reward, maybe a little bit of both
his next question will stay mumbled against itsuki's mouth - ]
Do you want to stay like this?
[with buzen in itsuki's lap this time? he truly has no preference, it's just whatever his lover wants]
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kind of like now, since his first (slutty) thought is 'god yes let's stay like this forever' which he immediately takes back because being on the precipice like this is actually frustrating.
he's thinking so much now... he should fix that. he murmurs his answer back,]
...Yeah. I want to hold you like this and see your face. [nipping at his lip] I want you to cling onto me too.
[he'll settle his hands on Buzen's hips, as if to return the favor.]
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