[ The bottle lands in Tatara's open hand and absently, he flicks the lid open. His strokes slow and coral lifts to meet blue again, sharp, burning with lust. God has he missed Aguero, the touches and the holds and the teasing and the way he so consistently undoes him into goo. He isn't sure if his love is the same—he never has been, never will be as sharp as him—but maybe it's time to find out?
Suddenly, his typical playful smile beams over his features, like he's about to reveal he booked them a surprise vacation. Not like he's about to put his dick in him for the first time. ]
I guess we're going to find out.
[ With a kiss to the tip, he sits up and gets to work: he peels off Aguero's pants and underwear and tosses them haphazardly aside, drizzles a generous amount of lube over his fingers (some might have gotten on the couch, but he'll clean that up later), and leans back down. As he seals his lips around Aguero's shaft, he gently massages a finger around the entrance, and then presses in.
His eyes flit up, peering through his bangs to look at him. ]
[ that look, that ability to confront anything with innocence and brightness makes him feel all kinds of ways. if he wasn't fully erect already, that smile would have been enough on it's own. the kiss is a cherry on top to it all, nevermind that he's never been a big fan of sweets except for the one's tatara makes. but aguero wants everything his boyfriend is, which explains a lot of how they've found themself in this particular arrangement tonight out of the blue (the purple).
it's a relief when he's freed, though it doesn't show on his face much, his breathing even. his play only lasts until he feels the pressure inside of him, his instincts causing him to pull at the silk around his hands in reflex. that also means his hips move in turn, granting easier access.
he's going to rip this tie clean in two during this he realizes. the cheeks of his face are pink, the new sensation sinking into him much like his partner's finger. but the blue of his eyes are still focused, sharp and severe. ]
Don't hesitate. [ a command. despite--in spite of it all. ]
[ Oh, the pink on his cheeks causes something to flip deep in his stomach. Has he ever seen him like that before? Of all the times they've shared their bodies with one another, has Tatara ever seen Aguero react to him in that way.
He wants to take a picture and fill in the gaps of the collage he has of him in his mind.
At the command, Tatara's cheeks lift, his eyes twinkle in a smile. He can't actually smile, since the rest of his mouth is occupied.
Slowly, he slides his lips down Aguero's cock, letting the inside of his mouth wet him as he takes more and more of him in. At the same time he pushes his finger deeper into his rectum, massaging his insides and getting him used to the sensation. As he pulls up, he pulls out; as he pushes in, he drops his lips, over, and over, the motions mirroring each other.
He does, eventually, push a second finger in to stretch him out. But does he really want to wait? As he shifts in his spot, arching his back so Aguero can see more of his ass from his angle, he can feel how uncomfortable his trousers have become. Eyes flit up to Aguero's face to check on him again. Maybe to see more of that flush on his cheeks. ]
[ this isn't the first time tatara has taken him between his lips and tongue, and as always it sends a shiver down his spine, stokes a heat in his cock. usually he lets the pleasure slowly burn brighter inside of him, but the overlapping sensation of fingers and tongue drag out stutters of breath that make him hotter still.
he's not at all sure what he's feeling right now, something like coming undone and unraveled but not in a bad way. but his edges shine bright and sharp even now, and he moves his hips in demand to occupy as much of tatara's mouth as he can. it has the side effect of stretching him faster on the inside with the movements done in tandem, coaxing out shudders that he fails at hiding.
just like how it's obvious that the blue of his eyes locks onto the way tatara arches himself, the muscles in his arms pulling taut as he fights with the tie more. it takes him a second to find coral given all of the distractions, but he does, blue framed by a flush of red.
[ There's a moment where Tatara doesn't move, and all he does is stare at the sight. Aguero's beautiful. How did he get so lucky? In this moment he's so in love he almost feels like he's going to cry. How is this fair?
Slowly he drags his lips up and off him, and he buries his face into the bony flesh of his hip. ]
Aguero~ [ He can't help but whine his name, not for any reason in particular, only because he felt like he was genuinely going to explode if he didn't. His dip is enough to at least hide the burning red on his own face, though the heat of it is definitely palpable.
In the meanwhile, though, he's undoing his trousers and pulling himself free, hard and desperate. He breathes hot onto Aguero's skin as he pulls his fingers out and spreads whatever lube's left over his cock. When he rights himself, his expression is hazy, eyes lidded and clouded; he only does this to get more lube, so that he's where he needs be. ]
I love you, Aguero. [ He scarcely manages to croak that out before he grabs onto Aguero's hips, shifts his own forward, pressing the tip of his cock into Aguero's ass with a long, deep exhale. ]
[ all of tatara's touches make aguero feel like he's going to lose his mind, but it's the soft ones that get at him the most. the feel of tawny brown hair brushing against his skin, eyelashes fluttering at his hip and hot breath below his waist go right to his heart and cock.
it's unbearable, even just for these few seconds where they're no longer touching. his eyes close briefly, in an effort to force patience on himself much like the silk around his wrists is meant to do.
yet it only makes the way tatara says his name and declares his love stronger, his eyes a vivid violet when they pop open. aguero would have taken him into himself, unwilling to wait any longer and that's nearly what he does. instead, like always, it's mutual, a strong buck of his hips and force from his thighs that thrust tatara inward, anything but gentle.
his vision goes black again for an entirely different reason, a long moan, almost tatara's name forced out from somewhere deep inside him. ]
I love you more. [ it shouldn't sound like a challenge but it does, sharp and electric. kind of like the air around them, actually. ]
[ A strained gasp is pulled from Tatara's throat as Aguero pulls him in. Goosebumps shoot over his body, he shivers, his eyes flutter—he's never felt like this before, tight heat spreading up through his cock and through his body in what he can only think is love. Is this what it feels like when Aguero makes love to him? Overwhelmed and insatiable.
He sees the violet and he thinks his heart is going to burst. I love you more, he says, and a fire burns in his chest that has no outlet. If he could, that fire would burst from him and explode with the electricity in the air and make their own firework show, just for them.
He makes a paltry effort to mask his groans by biting his lips. Fingers glide lightly up the back of Aguero's thighs before coming to rest on the back of his knees, where his fingers dig in and he begins to roll his hips. Slowly, at first, because he's almost sure this show would end a little prematurely if he worked Aguero the same way he works Tatara. ]
Is that...even... [ Possible? is what he would ask, but he interrupts himself as his eyes fall shut, his head lolls to the side. In his lightheaded moment he feels the tantalizing tease of more. He can love Aguero more, can't he? In his own way. Especially if that means making good on his word.
So without warning, he thrusts in all the way, deep, and hard. ]
[ his chest rises up and down, long exhales that keep even with the tempo and the roll of his own hips. they should pace themselves he knows, but like the first time they made love, he finds he really can't control himself or his mouth.
though for just a moment, he's taken with how beautiful coral looks above him, floating in the sea. the jolt he receives thereafter is enough for him to cry out in both surprise and pleasure, his heart skipping a beat. it thunders back, beating faster, electricity thrumming along his skin and crackling by his wrists, disintegrating the tie almost instantly. ]
Tatara—! [ his body shutters, sparks dancing in his vision. ]
Just like that. [ the purr in his voice is pleased, and with his hands freed they find their way easily to tatara's behind for added encouragement. ]
[ Tatara's movements stutter, but only for a second. He watches the jolt of electricity in awe and admiration, only for that wonder to burst into surprise as the tie is rendered to shreds.
The hands at his ass snap him out of it, and it's more than enough encouragement. Where his head lolls forward, overwhelmed the pleasure as he thrusts deep, hard inside of Aguero, his hips stay tensed, doing as the hands bid him. They're so warm, and they touch him in just the way he likes.
He lets out a surprised, breathy laugh. The heat, the pleasure, the surprise, the join ripple through him and he bends, folding Aguero's legs back as he goes down; he's nowhere near tall enough to reach Aguero's mouth, so he rests his sweaty forehead on his chest and nips at the skin between laughs. ]
Haha... [ He breathes, hot, his thoughts and words interrupted by the way the new angle scrambles his brain. ] Your tie... It's gone...
[ like this aguero tries not to pay attention to the small sounds escaping him, which is pretty easy considering the way tatara looks above him and how he feels inside of him. guiding his hips he dictates the thrusts deep and long, lingering enough to pry at them both. it'd almost be a break for tatara to catch his breath if it wasn't so obviously a tease. ]
Mmn, then you owe me another. Unless you want to repay me in a different way.
[ not that he isn't being serviced right now, but as always he's terribly greedy. he let's one of his hands drift to run through the shock of tawny hair on his chest, more affirmation, especially at the love bites. ]
[ Even like this Aguero dictates their pace, and Tatara obliges. Aguero's hips move, Tatara moves in kind; he pushes harder, faster, guiding both of them to a high he knows they both chase. His mind is fuzzy, like cotton, and all he can concentrate on is the way all of Aguero's insides feel on him, their connection.
He breathes another laugh, lips dragging against the skin of his chest. Repay him. What wouldn't he do for him? ]
Mm... [ His voice is a groan, at this point. ] I'd do anything for you...
[ Aguero might be greedy, but Tatara is an endless well of service for him. It's no wonder they mesh the way they do, hmm? ]
Come in me. [ said so simply that it almost eclipses the pure desire in those few words.
he's not in a rush to chase that high but—as greedy as he is, that also extends to his own desire to serve. nothing makes him harder than knowing that tatara gets just as lost in him as he does. ]
I want all of you, including like this. [ all of tatara totsuka for him and no one else. faster, stronger, nails digging into skin just how he knows tatara likes it.
the low hum in the air belies that as focused as he is in tatara's pleasure, his own is building up in him too. ]
[ The command causes a jolt, a shiver to surge up Tatara's spine. For a moment, he goes dizzy, his thrusts stuttering as he pauses for a brief second. Maybe Aguero wouldn't mind, but Tatara wants this to last as long as he can help it. He wants to stay connected for as long as his body will let him. ]
Then I'll give you my everything. [ He breathes. He feels the sweat on both of them, how it sounds when his hips pound against his ass, the muscles beneath his fingertips. This new facet of their love is making it really hard to keep himself in control.
Tatara sits back up again, his face flushed and eyes lidded. Aguero might be dictating the pace but that doesn't mean he can't change the angle for the better; one hand grabs his hip to adjust him, to ram himself on the spot that will give Aguero the most pleasure, while the other wraps firmly around his cock. He strokes, and he breathes, and he watches the way his flash of blue and violet moves beneath him. ]
[ ahhhh—all the new sensations tonight couldn't have prepared him for what it feels like to have himself handled and rammed through in tandem. he sees stars, his fireworks, and his body jolts; physically, along with a crackle of electricity in the air that dances on the sweat on their skin.
aguero realizes then that never before in his life has he allowed someone to have this much control over him. it makes him dizzy, deep breathes and moans as he leans into the feeling more in spite of himself. ]
And you want the same from me.
[ his grin is all teeth, satisfaction and challenge both. he's not about to show either of them mercy now, putting his thighs into the power of tatara's thrusts. ]
We really are— [ the fireworks above him and all around him are so distracting like this, stealing the oxygen from his lungs. ]
[ Every thrust pushes Tatara closer and closer to the edge; he hovers and he loses more and more control over himself. Aguero feels good. He knew this already, but experiencing him this way is, is—
Tatara attempts a smile in turn, but it's hazy. He's close, and his expression says as much. Sparks of stars and fireworks dot his skin in tandem with every movement; they feel just as good as Aguero's insides, his legs, his grip. ]
We—
[ Except he doesn't get to finish his sentence, because all of a sudden, he's freefalling. The wave that shoots through him forces his torso to buckle over Aguero, and he can't keep moving. He presses his hips flush against him, emptying himself deep inside of him. He can't keep his eyes open, but his fingers dig hard into Aguero's skin and clench around his cock. ]
Aguero...
[ He moans his name, because he isn't sure where he is, somewhere in this space that belongs to just the two of them. His sweaty forehead presses to his chest. Maybe this is the first time they've had their positions switched like this, but Tatara finds it almost impossible to move. They really are perfect for each other. ]
[ the wave ripples through them both and aguero, as greedy as he is, presses himself closer and squeezes tighter so he can get feel every sensation, so he can hear every sound they make for each other. it's only been a few months since he's been like this, craved like this, but it feels as natural as the kisses they share, the looks like they give each other.
they need each other both and as much as he's known as much, tonight he's not only accepted it but felt it in a brand new way. aguero shudders at the pressure around his cock, at the edge of the sky himself. the moan of his name tips him over, said only by those lips and only in just that way. he spills over them both, releasing with a sigh but still holding tight.
his skin is flushed bright, and he's entirely unable to tell where either of them end. ]
[ Tatara chuckles into Aguero's skin, indulging the fuzzy contentment only his boyfriend can bring him. He rubs his face against his sweaty chest, feeling the heat on his own skin. It's hard to tell where his flush ends and Aguero's begins—they truly are one, in this moment. And he dare not move yet, lest he ruin it. ]
I missed you, too...
[ Even though this is a new angle for him, the principle is the same. The several day gap proves to be just too long. ]
I'm not going to wait next time...
[ He says this lightly, like it's supposed to be a joke. But Aguero knows by now—it probably isn't. ]
Good, don't. You have my permission to do whatever you need to do to me.
[ mostly this is him being realistic because he knows he's too dumb to realize what his body and heart is telling him sometimes. but tatara always knows and aguero trusts him.
he sighs with his entire body, feeling the way he's still inside of him. a hand lazily reaches down to thread through tatara's hair with care. ]
[ Tatara always knows; it's a good thing he's decided they're inseparable, then.
He leans into the touch, twitches only slightly as Aguero sighs. Hmm. He'll extract himself eventually, but this is his favorite place in this entire world, with his favorite person, favorite touch, favorite warmth. He's reluctant to go anywhere, but he knows he'll fall asleep if he's not careful...
With a hum, his clean and unoccupied hand squeezes Aguero lightly. ]
Some kind of pasta with cream. I'm pretty hungry. [ you'd think that he's reached the farthest end of his pink and red hues, but he turns his head into the couch just a little. he's mostly gotten used to tatara feeding him but it'll likely always tickle him in moments like this.
(he really is hungry though because he hasn't eaten well today and then with how they were just now--it's a little embarrassing.) ]
And for dessert I still want you. [ even now he knows he will. ]
[ As the haze passes him Tatara lazily lifts his head, just in time to see Aguero almost trying to hide his face in the couch. With a breath of a laugh, he smiles. He's so cute. For that, he gets another quick kiss on his sweaty chest. ]
Would I ever not give you dessert? [ His tone teases, because obviously he's more that welcome—encouraged, even!—to have his way with him. ]
Got it. I don't think it'll take that long.
[ With a sigh he pushes himself upright and lets go of Aguero. His hand is sticky and covered in him. With a quick glance at his boyfriend's face (and a cheeky little look in his eye), he starts lapping it up, and slowly extracts himself.
Ah, right. First things first—once he's free and he's sure his legs work again, he'll wander off to the bathroom first to grab them a towel. ]
Tatara— [ he can't find anything but a heavy sigh as they separate, and seeing tatara take part in him as soon as he lifts his head certainly doesn't help him either.
whatever he was going to say gets condensed into three words instead. ]
—I love you.
[ and then after another moment when he takes stock of the state of both of them- ]
[ Tatara is about a step and a half away from the couch when he hears those three words; he takes another half step as he turns around to say it back, but the suggestion comes before he can say anything.
His eyes dart between himself and Aguero, finally a little more lucid than he was a few seconds ago, and he bursts out laughing. They are a mess. A towel alone isn't going to fix them (he was just thinking about feeding his boyfriend). ]
Come here!
[ With his clean hand, he leans back to the couch to grasp Aguero's and pull him to his feet, to drag him to the shower. That's a much nicer way to end the first part of their date. ]
Do I really need encouragement there? [ a shade cheeky and a shade flustered, given the warm fuzziness of his mind and body. the slight soreness too, that feels good in a way he hasn't known before.
aguero's tugged along, and he starts the shower with a voice command that probably wasn't designed with this exact scenario in mind. ]
[ Though it it's not that much more advanced to what Tatara was used to at home-home, it's still a marvel. He could have never afforded a shower like this.
He's not taking that for granted, of course. And neither is he taking for granted the privilege of being gifted with the opportunity to top Khun Aguero Agnes.
He sticks his hand under the water to check the water, and throws a wide, cheeky grin over his shoulder. ]
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Suddenly, his typical playful smile beams over his features, like he's about to reveal he booked them a surprise vacation. Not like he's about to put his dick in him for the first time. ]
I guess we're going to find out.
[ With a kiss to the tip, he sits up and gets to work: he peels off Aguero's pants and underwear and tosses them haphazardly aside, drizzles a generous amount of lube over his fingers (some might have gotten on the couch, but he'll clean that up later), and leans back down. As he seals his lips around Aguero's shaft, he gently massages a finger around the entrance, and then presses in.
His eyes flit up, peering through his bangs to look at him. ]
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it's a relief when he's freed, though it doesn't show on his face much, his breathing even. his play only lasts until he feels the pressure inside of him, his instincts causing him to pull at the silk around his hands in reflex. that also means his hips move in turn, granting easier access.
he's going to rip this tie clean in two during this he realizes. the cheeks of his face are pink, the new sensation sinking into him much like his partner's finger. but the blue of his eyes are still focused, sharp and severe. ]
Don't hesitate. [ a command. despite--in spite of it all. ]
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He wants to take a picture and fill in the gaps of the collage he has of him in his mind.
At the command, Tatara's cheeks lift, his eyes twinkle in a smile. He can't actually smile, since the rest of his mouth is occupied.
Slowly, he slides his lips down Aguero's cock, letting the inside of his mouth wet him as he takes more and more of him in. At the same time he pushes his finger deeper into his rectum, massaging his insides and getting him used to the sensation. As he pulls up, he pulls out; as he pushes in, he drops his lips, over, and over, the motions mirroring each other.
He does, eventually, push a second finger in to stretch him out. But does he really want to wait? As he shifts in his spot, arching his back so Aguero can see more of his ass from his angle, he can feel how uncomfortable his trousers have become. Eyes flit up to Aguero's face to check on him again. Maybe to see more of that flush on his cheeks. ]
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he's not at all sure what he's feeling right now, something like coming undone and unraveled but not in a bad way. but his edges shine bright and sharp even now, and he moves his hips in demand to occupy as much of tatara's mouth as he can. it has the side effect of stretching him faster on the inside with the movements done in tandem, coaxing out shudders that he fails at hiding.
just like how it's obvious that the blue of his eyes locks onto the way tatara arches himself, the muscles in his arms pulling taut as he fights with the tie more. it takes him a second to find coral given all of the distractions, but he does, blue framed by a flush of red.
aguero doesn't want to wait either. ]
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Slowly he drags his lips up and off him, and he buries his face into the bony flesh of his hip. ]
Aguero~ [ He can't help but whine his name, not for any reason in particular, only because he felt like he was genuinely going to explode if he didn't. His dip is enough to at least hide the burning red on his own face, though the heat of it is definitely palpable.
In the meanwhile, though, he's undoing his trousers and pulling himself free, hard and desperate. He breathes hot onto Aguero's skin as he pulls his fingers out and spreads whatever lube's left over his cock. When he rights himself, his expression is hazy, eyes lidded and clouded; he only does this to get more lube, so that he's where he needs be. ]
I love you, Aguero. [ He scarcely manages to croak that out before he grabs onto Aguero's hips, shifts his own forward, pressing the tip of his cock into Aguero's ass with a long, deep exhale. ]
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it's unbearable, even just for these few seconds where they're no longer touching. his eyes close briefly, in an effort to force patience on himself much like the silk around his wrists is meant to do.
yet it only makes the way tatara says his name and declares his love stronger, his eyes a vivid violet when they pop open. aguero would have taken him into himself, unwilling to wait any longer and that's nearly what he does. instead, like always, it's mutual, a strong buck of his hips and force from his thighs that thrust tatara inward, anything but gentle.
his vision goes black again for an entirely different reason, a long moan, almost tatara's name forced out from somewhere deep inside him. ]
I love you more. [ it shouldn't sound like a challenge but it does, sharp and electric. kind of like the air around them, actually. ]
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He sees the violet and he thinks his heart is going to burst. I love you more, he says, and a fire burns in his chest that has no outlet. If he could, that fire would burst from him and explode with the electricity in the air and make their own firework show, just for them.
He makes a paltry effort to mask his groans by biting his lips. Fingers glide lightly up the back of Aguero's thighs before coming to rest on the back of his knees, where his fingers dig in and he begins to roll his hips. Slowly, at first, because he's almost sure this show would end a little prematurely if he worked Aguero the same way he works Tatara. ]
Is that...even... [ Possible? is what he would ask, but he interrupts himself as his eyes fall shut, his head lolls to the side. In his lightheaded moment he feels the tantalizing tease of more. He can love Aguero more, can't he? In his own way. Especially if that means making good on his word.
So without warning, he thrusts in all the way, deep, and hard. ]
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though for just a moment, he's taken with how beautiful coral looks above him, floating in the sea. the jolt he receives thereafter is enough for him to cry out in both surprise and pleasure, his heart skipping a beat. it thunders back, beating faster, electricity thrumming along his skin and crackling by his wrists, disintegrating the tie almost instantly. ]
Tatara—! [ his body shutters, sparks dancing in his vision. ]
Just like that. [ the purr in his voice is pleased, and with his hands freed they find their way easily to tatara's behind for added encouragement. ]
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The hands at his ass snap him out of it, and it's more than enough encouragement. Where his head lolls forward, overwhelmed the pleasure as he thrusts deep, hard inside of Aguero, his hips stay tensed, doing as the hands bid him. They're so warm, and they touch him in just the way he likes.
He lets out a surprised, breathy laugh. The heat, the pleasure, the surprise, the join ripple through him and he bends, folding Aguero's legs back as he goes down; he's nowhere near tall enough to reach Aguero's mouth, so he rests his sweaty forehead on his chest and nips at the skin between laughs. ]
Haha... [ He breathes, hot, his thoughts and words interrupted by the way the new angle scrambles his brain. ] Your tie... It's gone...
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Mmn, then you owe me another. Unless you want to repay me in a different way.
[ not that he isn't being serviced right now, but as always he's terribly greedy. he let's one of his hands drift to run through the shock of tawny hair on his chest, more affirmation, especially at the love bites. ]
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He breathes another laugh, lips dragging against the skin of his chest. Repay him. What wouldn't he do for him? ]
Mm... [ His voice is a groan, at this point. ] I'd do anything for you...
[ Aguero might be greedy, but Tatara is an endless well of service for him. It's no wonder they mesh the way they do, hmm? ]
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he's not in a rush to chase that high but—as greedy as he is, that also extends to his own desire to serve. nothing makes him harder than knowing that tatara gets just as lost in him as he does. ]
I want all of you, including like this. [ all of tatara totsuka for him and no one else. faster, stronger, nails digging into skin just how he knows tatara likes it.
the low hum in the air belies that as focused as he is in tatara's pleasure, his own is building up in him too. ]
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Then I'll give you my everything. [ He breathes. He feels the sweat on both of them, how it sounds when his hips pound against his ass, the muscles beneath his fingertips. This new facet of their love is making it really hard to keep himself in control.
Tatara sits back up again, his face flushed and eyes lidded. Aguero might be dictating the pace but that doesn't mean he can't change the angle for the better; one hand grabs his hip to adjust him, to ram himself on the spot that will give Aguero the most pleasure, while the other wraps firmly around his cock. He strokes, and he breathes, and he watches the way his flash of blue and violet moves beneath him. ]
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[ ahhhh—all the new sensations tonight couldn't have prepared him for what it feels like to have himself handled and rammed through in tandem. he sees stars, his fireworks, and his body jolts; physically, along with a crackle of electricity in the air that dances on the sweat on their skin.
aguero realizes then that never before in his life has he allowed someone to have this much control over him. it makes him dizzy, deep breathes and moans as he leans into the feeling more in spite of himself. ]
And you want the same from me.
[ his grin is all teeth, satisfaction and challenge both. he's not about to show either of them mercy now, putting his thighs into the power of tatara's thrusts. ]
We really are— [ the fireworks above him and all around him are so distracting like this, stealing the oxygen from his lungs. ]
—perfect for each other.
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Tatara attempts a smile in turn, but it's hazy. He's close, and his expression says as much. Sparks of stars and fireworks dot his skin in tandem with every movement; they feel just as good as Aguero's insides, his legs, his grip. ]
We—
[ Except he doesn't get to finish his sentence, because all of a sudden, he's freefalling. The wave that shoots through him forces his torso to buckle over Aguero, and he can't keep moving. He presses his hips flush against him, emptying himself deep inside of him. He can't keep his eyes open, but his fingers dig hard into Aguero's skin and clench around his cock. ]
Aguero...
[ He moans his name, because he isn't sure where he is, somewhere in this space that belongs to just the two of them. His sweaty forehead presses to his chest. Maybe this is the first time they've had their positions switched like this, but Tatara finds it almost impossible to move. They really are perfect for each other. ]
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they need each other both and as much as he's known as much, tonight he's not only accepted it but felt it in a brand new way. aguero shudders at the pressure around his cock, at the edge of the sky himself. the moan of his name tips him over, said only by those lips and only in just that way. he spills over them both, releasing with a sigh but still holding tight.
his skin is flushed bright, and he's entirely unable to tell where either of them end. ]
I've missed you so much. But now I have you.
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I missed you, too...
[ Even though this is a new angle for him, the principle is the same. The several day gap proves to be just too long. ]
I'm not going to wait next time...
[ He says this lightly, like it's supposed to be a joke. But Aguero knows by now—it probably isn't. ]
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[ mostly this is him being realistic because he knows he's too dumb to realize what his body and heart is telling him sometimes. but tatara always knows and aguero trusts him.
he sighs with his entire body, feeling the way he's still inside of him. a hand lazily reaches down to thread through tatara's hair with care. ]
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He leans into the touch, twitches only slightly as Aguero sighs. Hmm. He'll extract himself eventually, but this is his favorite place in this entire world, with his favorite person, favorite touch, favorite warmth. He's reluctant to go anywhere, but he knows he'll fall asleep if he's not careful...
With a hum, his clean and unoccupied hand squeezes Aguero lightly. ]
What do you want for dinner?
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(he really is hungry though because he hasn't eaten well today and then with how they were just now--it's a little embarrassing.) ]
And for dessert I still want you. [ even now he knows he will. ]
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Would I ever not give you dessert? [ His tone teases, because obviously he's more that welcome—encouraged, even!—to have his way with him. ]
Got it. I don't think it'll take that long.
[ With a sigh he pushes himself upright and lets go of Aguero. His hand is sticky and covered in him. With a quick glance at his boyfriend's face (and a cheeky little look in his eye), he starts lapping it up, and slowly extracts himself.
Ah, right. First things first—once he's free and he's sure his legs work again, he'll wander off to the bathroom first to grab them a towel. ]
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whatever he was going to say gets condensed into three words instead. ]
—I love you.
[ and then after another moment when he takes stock of the state of both of them- ]
Let's shower together before we eat.
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His eyes dart between himself and Aguero, finally a little more lucid than he was a few seconds ago, and he bursts out laughing. They are a mess. A towel alone isn't going to fix them (he was just thinking about feeding his boyfriend). ]
Come here!
[ With his clean hand, he leans back to the couch to grasp Aguero's and pull him to his feet, to drag him to the shower. That's a much nicer way to end the first part of their date. ]
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aguero's tugged along, and he starts the shower with a voice command that probably wasn't designed with this exact scenario in mind. ]
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He's not taking that for granted, of course. And neither is he taking for granted the privilege of being gifted with the opportunity to top Khun Aguero Agnes.
He sticks his hand under the water to check the water, and throws a wide, cheeky grin over his shoulder. ]
How was it?
[ He needs his review!!! ]
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