[ aguero takes both obviously, because he'll always take whatever tatara gives him. ]
Tatara. Could anything I do to you actually deter you? [ teasingly, because they both know the answer to that. ]
Or I could reward you instead— [ he dips his head down to plant a kiss against his neck. though here, aguero knows the answer is essentially the same too. aguero wants to give tatara everything and more, no matter what.
(and as for how hard; the exhilaration of the word fiance and feeling tatara's body up against him, his butt against his groin means yeah, he's that hard. ]
[ A cheeky little chuckle escapes Tatara's grin. Aguero's right, and the answer is not very much. But it's not like there's much that would ever stop him from poking and prodding and testing what makes Aguero tick (within reason, of course, because he would never want to put Aguero in a negative mood on purpose).
But with the kiss on his neck and the sensation at his lower back turns his chuckle into a little hum of satisfaction. Despite himself his eyelids flutter, and he immediately gets why he went for the neck. Anywhere else and it'd be over. ]
Hmm. Yeah, reward me instead. I like that better. [ He wiggles his butt as he lifts the book again, open to the page where they left off. ] You could give me a preemptive reward once we're done studying, too.
[ Now he's being greedy, but he knows that's just Aguero rubbing off on him. ]
[ tatara is such a tease, but aguero wouldn't have it any other way. a soft sigh is his reward for his efforts, aguero shifting in vain to get more comfortable. his bottoms are too tight and getting tighter, but if he switches positions it'll be to satisfy both of their greed and not any sooner. ]
We'll see how generous I'm feeling when we're done. [ nevermind that tatara can literally feel him right now, but the play is part of the fun. but for now, back to the book! at least partially.]
I talked about my feelings to my friends.
To my Mom.
To my Dad.
To the mailman on our street.
Sometimes the feelings were sad, sometimes the feelings were happy, sometimes the feelings were of excitement, but it always felt better to let them out.
Keeping things pent up was hard. So I learned to let it all go.
[ aguero wonders if this book is trying to tease him too. ]
[ He sure can! Even when he turns his attention back to the book, the mischievous little grin still sits on Tatara's face. He wiggles some more, to feel him a bit more, to tease him, but mostly so he can settle between Aguero's legs like a chair. Both his arms drape over his legs, and he settles in for the show.
It takes him a second to recalibrate his brain, but soon he's earnestly mouthing along and absorbing what he can again. Some words begin to stick, some he misses. He'll probably come back to this book at some point anyway. Baby steps.
At the last page, Tatara bursts out into laughter and points at the writing. Two can tease! You know. Him and the book. ]
Look! [ He tilts his head up to look at Aguero again, grin bright and silly and tinged with laughter. ] I think they're talking about you!
Does that mean the Tower itself is on your side? There's no way you planned this.
[ ...though, he could believe it if only because like aguero himself, the tower thinks that tatara deserves everything.
he meets his gaze, blue eyes bright and amused.
he switches his hold on the book, one handed, so he can reach use his other hand to brush against tatara's lap. is he the only one suffering here? he wants to know. ]
[ Tatara's grin morphs into something cheekier, eyes squeezing shut as his cheeks lift. Maybe it's just fate. Or maybe things just work out like this for them, like they have and will after this. He opens his mouth to say something to that effect—
But his eyes closed means he misses the important bit. He yelps, and jumps in place—turns out he's just as sensitive, and stiff. ]
That's not fair! [ Tatara laughs; his coral eyes snap open and they're twinkling with laughter, too. One hand reaches up to poke at Aguero's cheek and he presses his knees together in defense. ] That's not part of the story!
[ Tatara pouts! He sticks out his lower lip as he keeps his eyes fixed on Aguero, wide. Even when his hands retreat to his waist, he still keeps his legs pressed firmly together.
Should he keep going? In which way?
It's really hard not to give in to the sly little smile, though. All of his expressions are gorgeous. ]
...Okay.
[ He relaxes. However Aguero wants to continue, he's ready for it (probably). ]
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Tatara. Could anything I do to you actually deter you? [ teasingly, because they both know the answer to that. ]
Or I could reward you instead— [ he dips his head down to plant a kiss against his neck. though here, aguero knows the answer is essentially the same too. aguero wants to give tatara everything and more, no matter what.
(and as for how hard; the exhilaration of the word fiance and feeling tatara's body up against him, his butt against his groin means yeah, he's that hard. ]
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But with the kiss on his neck and the sensation at his lower back turns his chuckle into a little hum of satisfaction. Despite himself his eyelids flutter, and he immediately gets why he went for the neck. Anywhere else and it'd be over. ]
Hmm. Yeah, reward me instead. I like that better. [ He wiggles his butt as he lifts the book again, open to the page where they left off. ] You could give me a preemptive reward once we're done studying, too.
[ Now he's being greedy, but he knows that's just Aguero rubbing off on him. ]
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We'll see how generous I'm feeling when we're done. [ nevermind that tatara can literally feel him right now, but the play is part of the fun. but for now, back to the book! at least partially.]
I talked about my feelings to my friends.
To my Mom.
To my Dad.
To the mailman on our street.
Sometimes the feelings were sad,
sometimes the feelings were happy,
sometimes the feelings were of excitement,
but it always felt better to let them out.
Keeping things pent up was hard.
So I learned to let it all go.
[ aguero wonders if this book is trying to tease him too. ]
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It takes him a second to recalibrate his brain, but soon he's earnestly mouthing along and absorbing what he can again. Some words begin to stick, some he misses. He'll probably come back to this book at some point anyway. Baby steps.
At the last page, Tatara bursts out into laughter and points at the writing. Two can tease! You know. Him and the book. ]
Look! [ He tilts his head up to look at Aguero again, grin bright and silly and tinged with laughter. ] I think they're talking about you!
[ wiggle wiggle ]
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[ ...though, he could believe it if only because like aguero himself, the tower thinks that tatara deserves everything.
he meets his gaze, blue eyes bright and amused.
he switches his hold on the book, one handed, so he can reach use his other hand to brush against tatara's lap. is he the only one suffering here? he wants to know. ]
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But his eyes closed means he misses the important bit. He yelps, and jumps in place—turns out he's just as sensitive, and stiff. ]
That's not fair! [ Tatara laughs; his coral eyes snap open and they're twinkling with laughter, too. One hand reaches up to poke at Aguero's cheek and he presses his knees together in defense. ] That's not part of the story!
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[ he moves his hand to rest around tatara's waist instead, all with an overly sly smile. ]
Should I keep going?
[ he means the story, probably. ]
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Should he keep going? In which way?
It's really hard not to give in to the sly little smile, though. All of his expressions are gorgeous. ]
...Okay.
[ He relaxes. However Aguero wants to continue, he's ready for it (probably). ]