[ his first instinct should be to think no even if he doesn't actually say it, but he's so far gone that the thought doesn't even form in his mind. instead he summons his pocket, a small round black orb, to float in the air besides them. luckily it's hands free so he can scroll it without taking a hand off of tatara since he's entirely unwilling to even do that right now.
the projections from the pocket are all in Macsethian, something which looks more runic than actual words to tatara who's not familiar with the language. he'll recognize it at least from khun's notes back in the manor. ]
Tomorrow is training in the morning with meetings with the Workshop in the evening. [ he looks down at his boyfriend, eyes softening. ]
Alright. But you'll need some new clothes for it, so you can go shopping with Gyetang while the rest of us do drills. And then you can come with me when I meet the Workshop later in the day.
[ a beat. ]
But you won't be able to come with me everyday.
[ he has to say this for himself, because it's necessary to strengthen his resolve. the workshop is a good test run because all they care about is Science and don't care about the rules or oddities like everyone else does. ]
[ Tatara's attention only briefly goes to the script, but his eyes quickly settle back on Aguero. So when he looks down at him, he's there waiting for him, bright smile bursting across his face.
Mostly because he knows what the shift in his expression means, and that he's laying out his schedule for the day is a good thing. A quiet laugh bubbles in his throat. ]
Yay!
[ They've done this before, though their roles were kind of reversed. That Aguero still trusts him—warmth blossoms in his chest. ]
That's fine. I just want to be with you tomorrow. And I like Gyetang. [ Bird!
His hand snakes up the back of his head, because Aguero's been home for ten comments and the most important thing hasn't happened yet. ]
Thank you. I can't wait.
[ And he'll tug him down for a kiss... Give kiss! ]
[ that's because aguero knew as soon as he gave into the temptation to kiss tatara, that it wouldn't be easy to stop. he pulls him back as he's pulled in so they wind up laying on the couch, tatara on top of him where he belongs.
his kisses are always wanting but there's a new note in the flurry he deposits with his lips and tongue; he really has missed him so much, looking at him, holding him, hearing his laugh, kissing him, not to mention the other things. (to go from making love almost every day to once a week has been hard in well, many ways. it's next on his things to fix— ]
[ he doesn't pause until he's had enough to come back into himself if only a little. it's easy enough to find the thread again if only because it relates to what all of his braincells are aligned to. ]
Don't you like everyone, Tatara? [ fondly, it's one of the things he loves the most about him even if it also gives him a headache. but he's a glutton for punishment, and just generally a glutton in many ways nowadays. ]
The meeting is in one of the restaurants in the luxury quarter. [ convenient, as it's where they live. ] Not as formal as a suit and tie, but not casual.
[ Where he belongs, sprawled out on top of him; every angle and curve on Aguero's body is like home to him now, so once he's there he's pressing his chest to him, relaxing his legs over his hips, stretching his arms over his head, letting the heat of the long-awaited kiss lift him into their airborne dance that he loves so. Tatara misses kissing him like this, in places where they aren't confined to bed or the apartment. As his tongue glides over his lips he realizes Aguero still tastes like sunlight, the late spring breeze.
He's feeling miles better once he manages to tear his lips away, not realizing that maybe missing Aguero had been weighing so much on his heart. He smiles, and the question draws a chuckle from him. ]
Mm? Is that a bad thing? [ He knows it's not, but he's going to poke and tease like he always does.
His eyes flutter open, coral finding the ocean again. Once he decides that yes, he still likes blue, he plants a kiss to his forehead and sits up, fully straddling him. ]
I need new clothes for that? [ He tilts his head, curious. His hands rest on his chest. ] What should I get when I'm with Gyetang, then?
[ even if he wasn't feeling better on his own, the mood is contagious; aguero pulls him down briefly for another kiss so he can taste the laughter, grinning when they part. ]
No. Because I know you like me the most~. [ playful right back, looking up at the ever bright fireworks that crowd out everything else. ]
I want you to have new clothes for it. Something sleek and purple so we can match and make an impression. And something I can enjoy later like you're enjoying yourself now. [ his eyes flit to where tatara's hands have fallen and then back with a smirk, knowing now that his chest is something his boyfriend enjoys. aguero's not the type to wear clothes skintight (even in the face of buying mostly a new wardrobe with his growth spurt in several areas), but given their positioning the contours of his chest are prominent, fabric and tie drawn against him. ]
[ A big, mischievous grin bursts across Tatara's face at that. He'd tell Aguero every day that he's his favorite, but it's an even better thing that he just knows. And that's why he's his favorite.
With a laugh and a little flush, he squishes his fingers into Aguero's pecs. ]
How did you know...?
[ Not a real question. It's not like he ever hid his favorite spots. ]
Okay, then. [ Little tone shift, more business-like and attentive, even though his fingers remain firmly pressed into muscle. ] What'll give you the most enjoyment? Besides sleek and purple.
[ what is going to tempt aguero into tearing the clothes off him later, ]
[ aguero answers anyway because they both know and lean into it respectively. not that he's changed his workout routine any (though he is training harder now that he's back in his element in the Tower), so it really is a wonder what a proper diet can do.
that aside, he looks his boyfriend over as best he can from his positioning before deciding it's easier and way more satisfying to do this with his hands. they start below his neck at his collarbone where he'll leave a mark soon, down his chest, ultimately coming to rest on his hips. ]
Something draped with flow to it. [ objectively that style fits tatara's body type well, but also for aguero it draws his eyes to the delicate contours of his body in just the right way. ]
[ It's hard to grin any wider than this, so instead Tatara's fingers playfully dig into Aguero's chest. He can't help it, especially when Aguero makes such happy faces when he eats his food. What's he supposed to do, not feed him?
His thoughts jolt to a stop when Augero's hands ghost over him, the feeling through the fabric of his clothes tickling him. He wiggles (or shivers?) under the touch, and his own fingers tangle in his tie. Hmm. They'll probably have to iron this nice suit later. ]
Mm. Okay, got it. I know what to keep an eye out for. [ He won't voice his thoughts or what his outfit's going to look like, just so he can surprise Aguero later.
[ he smirks, letting his hands settle on tatara's hips, fingers hooking under the band of his pants. the wiggling helps him slide lower as he speaks. ]
I assume you want the real reason and not the fake one.
Do you remember how I said the Khun family is always fighting someone even if it's ourselves? One of my brothers bribed the guild associate I was supposed to meet with tonight with something flashier. He doesn't actually care about the business, he just wants my attention since I've been ignoring him.
[ This time he wiggles on purpose, the little sparkle in his eye giving away that he's doing it to draw Aguero's fingers deeper into his clothes.
He nods once—yes, he wants the real reason—and twice—yes, he remembers what his family's like. He pictures the situation in his head as his fingers start to gently play with his tie, and he grins.
Tatara feels like he might already know the answer, but. ]
Hmm— [ mock thoughtful as he fingers slide lower. ] I have someone else taking most of my attention. [ very obviously the someone on top of him says his smile. ]
But even if I didn't, I don't just give people things because they ask.
[ That's him!! Tatara likes taking up all of Aguero's time and he will gladly continue to do so.
As his fingers slide lower, Tatara folds over him again, pressing all of his torso to his boyfriend's, crossing his arms over his chest to prop up his chin. The smile he gives back tells him all of the above. ]
Hmm~ That's too bad for your brother. Sounds like he's going to have a tough time.
[ He wiggles his hips under Aguero's fingers. ]
But what about me? Can I have another kiss? [ cheeky, ]
Of course. [ he pulls his boyfriend closer on him, hands sliding from the side of his hips to his behind. it would be easy to press their lips together, but where would the fun be in that? ]
But you need to do something for me in return. Fair is fair.
[ not that fair means anything to him, his tone wry and mischievous. ]
[ He hums again! Dipping his head just a bit closer, but not enough to close the distance. Of course not, because this is part of their game.
The fingers on his rear feel nice, and he wiggles again. ]
Do you require payment before or after services rendered?
[ There's a slight affect to his voice, mimicking the way he's heard others talk when it comes to business, both in this life and ones previous. Because what would this be if this weren't a mock meeting to make up for the canceled one, ]
[ his hands and fingers slide lower, a carefully exhaled sigh the only indication that he's enjoying himself ( at least among what he has any control over, because tatara can feel how aroused he is with being directly on top of him.) ]
After. It's a matter of trust and satisfaction, and I'll meet both.
[ He feels that. Tatara's body responds in kind, not limited to the way he presses his groin to Aguero's. And all he does is let his eyes flutter at the friction.
He smiles, lazy, and dips his head closer. He won't close the distance entirely, because he's decided he's going to wait for his service. ]
I do. [ He breathes deep as he wiggles his hips under Aguero's touch again. A small part of his heart flutters—he's missed this. ] Tell me how much I owe you, mkay?
[ aguero arches his back slightly, instinctual, to increase the friction between them. since it's been more than several days since the last time they had each other, he's impatient in a different way than he normally is.
his hands are occupied but his legs aren't, and he's always been crafty; deftly and with more force than he means to, he wraps his legs around tatara, pressing him down on top of him into a kiss. his lips are hot, as is his tongue, more fire than ice despite his natural affinity. he'd like to have started the kiss slower, to draw out tatara's own heat but—he really is terrible at not realizing things until the last second and then losing control of himself. he's missed this too, and he drinks in the contact of their bodies like discovering an oasis in the desert.
[ A quiet moan slips through Tatara's lips when Aguero pulls him close and takes his mouth. A dizzying surge of affection and anticipation causes him to practically melt into Aguero's forceful hold; his patience wanes and he gives him everything he has. I miss yous and I love yous and I wish I could have you every days.
Thoughts on what the date can be whir in his head, but they sizzle as they meet the heat of his arousal. His head dips towards Aguero's ear, lips skirting the skin just before it. He exhales low, shaky as he rolls his hips onto him, and his voice dips as he adds: ]
After, too? Because you're not leaving this couch until I'm done with you. [ aguero's learned not to dial back his aggression, though as he is right now he might not even be capable of it. they're both fire in this moment, in their longing and obsession.
his fingers which had been playful, skirt their way to the front to unbuckle tatara's belt and undo his pants deftly. this night is all theirs and he's going to make the most of every second; indulgently, selfishly, lovingly. ]
[ Tatara's mind is a little fuzzy. Dandelion seeds and sunspots float in his mind and in his gut and he feels the way Aguero's fingers skirt around him. He breathes when his pants come undone and he sighs for the anticipated relief. He misses Aguero's hands on him. It hasn't even been that long. (Has it? It feels like forever.)
Tatara turns his head, presses his lips to Aguero's cheek before absently asking, ] After?
[ He was thinking about now, and then a date, but Aguero wants after, too? Who is he to say no?
Tatara laughs, his voice ringing bright and cheerful through their home. His own fingers drift to Aguero's tie to begin gently loosening it. ]
Yeah, after, too. [ tug, tug ] It'll be my turn to have you.
[ truthfully he was a bit caught up on the now to be that selfish, but now that he's breathed it into existence, he definitely wants after too. it's not like one time will be enough to sate the fire in his belly, particularly when everything he sees, hears, and feels is just stoking it.
but maybe he can use the patience he's forced upon himself for something fun, or at least a play at it. at least for a little bit. ]
Oh? [ the smile on his lips is sharp as his fingers trace his boyfriend's arousal through the fabric of his underwear. the contact lingers, just like the blue of his eyes on the coral above him. ]
But you're so eager for me now. Do you think you can wait? [ left unsaid: he'll be pleased with whichever way he finds himself in his lover, but he is the one with his back flush against the couch. ]
[ His laugh grows, his voice growing hoarse, as the finger traces around him. He can't help how his hips jerk at the tease—he'd been so spoiled at the manor, guess these past few days with no sex has left him sensitive. ]
Mm... [ He tries to think, but that's hard. Fingers untangle the tie, and he gently tugs it from around Aguero's neck, the quiet rustle of silk on fabric filling the pause. ] Probably not...
[ Absently, he almost drops the tie to the floor beside the couch, but realizes it could probably serve better uses than lying in a heap on the floor. Coral moves from Aguero, to the tie tangled in his hands, then back to Aguero, eyes inquisitive. Well? ]
[ aguero grins, soaking in the way tatara responds to his touches, the way his words trail off before they're fully formed. his fingers find their way to him again, this time with actual force and motion, through the fabric. (he could move to expose him fully, but he wants to catch up first before doling out that pleasure.) ]
Then don't hold yourself back.
[ his eyes flicker to his undone tie, his blue bright and challenging. ]
That's a good start. Are you going to tie me up until I've filled you to bursting?
[ he's already given in to his temptations tonight, and the only thing that would make it sweeter is if tatara gave into his too. ]
[ Coral swims, flaxen bangs shift on his forehead as Tatara tilts his head. The first spark of a dangerous fire lights in his eyes and he smiles, behind breaths and the quiet rustle of fabric as he pushes back on the pressure Aguero gives him, his voice oozes from his lips in a moan: ] Mm. Until you run dry, I think. [ Even though he doesn't think that's possible for Aguero.
It's a little crazy to think he's never met anyone who's done anything like this to him before. Aguero drives him mad and he wouldn't have it any other way. He may as well show him by doing what he says, and not holding back, hm?
He leans in for one final, quick kiss before prying Aguero's hands from himself (regrettably) and pushing them up above his head. The silk of his tie quickly wraps around Aguero's entwined wrists—it's firm, he's, uh, clearly watched others tie people up before, but never really done it himself. Aguero could probably free himself with relative ease, but where's the fun in that?
With Aguero secured Tatara shimmies back, settling between his boyfriend's legs. Quickly, he undoes his belt and the buttons and zips of his trousers, his underwear, and frees Aguero's cock (he's not currently in the mood to tease, not when it's been so long). As he strokes, slow, his eyes rest on sharp blue, just to gauge how he's feeling tonight. ]
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the projections from the pocket are all in Macsethian, something which looks more runic than actual words to tatara who's not familiar with the language. he'll recognize it at least from khun's notes back in the manor. ]
Tomorrow is training in the morning with meetings with the Workshop in the evening. [ he looks down at his boyfriend, eyes softening. ]
Alright. But you'll need some new clothes for it, so you can go shopping with Gyetang while the rest of us do drills. And then you can come with me when I meet the Workshop later in the day.
[ a beat. ]
But you won't be able to come with me everyday.
[ he has to say this for himself, because it's necessary to strengthen his resolve. the workshop is a good test run because all they care about is Science and don't care about the rules or oddities like everyone else does. ]
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Mostly because he knows what the shift in his expression means, and that he's laying out his schedule for the day is a good thing. A quiet laugh bubbles in his throat. ]
Yay!
[ They've done this before, though their roles were kind of reversed. That Aguero still trusts him—warmth blossoms in his chest. ]
That's fine. I just want to be with you tomorrow. And I like Gyetang. [ Bird!
His hand snakes up the back of his head, because Aguero's been home for ten comments and the most important thing hasn't happened yet. ]
Thank you. I can't wait.
[ And he'll tug him down for a kiss... Give kiss! ]
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his kisses are always wanting but there's a new note in the flurry he deposits with his lips and tongue; he really has missed him so much, looking at him, holding him, hearing his laugh, kissing him, not to mention the other things. (to go from making love almost every day to once a week has been hard in well, many ways. it's next on his things to fix— ]
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Don't you like everyone, Tatara? [ fondly, it's one of the things he loves the most about him even if it also gives him a headache. but he's a glutton for punishment, and just generally a glutton in many ways nowadays. ]
The meeting is in one of the restaurants in the luxury quarter. [ convenient, as it's where they live. ] Not as formal as a suit and tie, but not casual.
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He's feeling miles better once he manages to tear his lips away, not realizing that maybe missing Aguero had been weighing so much on his heart. He smiles, and the question draws a chuckle from him. ]
Mm? Is that a bad thing? [ He knows it's not, but he's going to poke and tease like he always does.
His eyes flutter open, coral finding the ocean again. Once he decides that yes, he still likes blue, he plants a kiss to his forehead and sits up, fully straddling him. ]
I need new clothes for that? [ He tilts his head, curious. His hands rest on his chest. ] What should I get when I'm with Gyetang, then?
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No. Because I know you like me the most~. [ playful right back, looking up at the ever bright fireworks that crowd out everything else. ]
I want you to have new clothes for it. Something sleek and purple so we can match and make an impression. And something I can enjoy later like you're enjoying yourself now. [ his eyes flit to where tatara's hands have fallen and then back with a smirk, knowing now that his chest is something his boyfriend enjoys. aguero's not the type to wear clothes skintight (even in the face of buying mostly a new wardrobe with his growth spurt in several areas), but given their positioning the contours of his chest are prominent, fabric and tie drawn against him. ]
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With a laugh and a little flush, he squishes his fingers into Aguero's pecs. ]
How did you know...?
[ Not a real question. It's not like he ever hid his favorite spots. ]
Okay, then. [ Little tone shift, more business-like and attentive, even though his fingers remain firmly pressed into muscle. ] What'll give you the most enjoyment? Besides sleek and purple.
[ what is going to tempt aguero into tearing the clothes off him later, ]
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[ aguero answers anyway because they both know and lean into it respectively. not that he's changed his workout routine any (though he is training harder now that he's back in his element in the Tower), so it really is a wonder what a proper diet can do.
that aside, he looks his boyfriend over as best he can from his positioning before deciding it's easier and way more satisfying to do this with his hands. they start below his neck at his collarbone where he'll leave a mark soon, down his chest, ultimately coming to rest on his hips. ]
Something draped with flow to it. [ objectively that style fits tatara's body type well, but also for aguero it draws his eyes to the delicate contours of his body in just the right way. ]
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His thoughts jolt to a stop when Augero's hands ghost over him, the feeling through the fabric of his clothes tickling him. He wiggles (or shivers?) under the touch, and his own fingers tangle in his tie. Hmm. They'll probably have to iron this nice suit later. ]
Mm. Okay, got it. I know what to keep an eye out for. [ He won't voice his thoughts or what his outfit's going to look like, just so he can surprise Aguero later.
Speaking of meetings, he tilts his head. ]
Why did they cancel on you today, anyway?
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I assume you want the real reason and not the fake one.
Do you remember how I said the Khun family is always fighting someone even if it's ourselves? One of my brothers bribed the guild associate I was supposed to meet with tonight with something flashier. He doesn't actually care about the business, he just wants my attention since I've been ignoring him.
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He nods once—yes, he wants the real reason—and twice—yes, he remembers what his family's like. He pictures the situation in his head as his fingers start to gently play with his tie, and he grins.
Tatara feels like he might already know the answer, but. ]
So? Are you going to give it to him?
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But even if I didn't, I don't just give people things because they ask.
[ with one very obvious exception... ]
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As his fingers slide lower, Tatara folds over him again, pressing all of his torso to his boyfriend's, crossing his arms over his chest to prop up his chin. The smile he gives back tells him all of the above. ]
Hmm~ That's too bad for your brother. Sounds like he's going to have a tough time.
[ He wiggles his hips under Aguero's fingers. ]
But what about me? Can I have another kiss? [ cheeky, ]
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But you need to do something for me in return. Fair is fair.
[ not that fair means anything to him, his tone wry and mischievous. ]
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[ He hums again! Dipping his head just a bit closer, but not enough to close the distance. Of course not, because this is part of their game.
The fingers on his rear feel nice, and he wiggles again. ]
Do you require payment before or after services rendered?
[ There's a slight affect to his voice, mimicking the way he's heard others talk when it comes to business, both in this life and ones previous. Because what would this be if this weren't a mock meeting to make up for the canceled one, ]
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After. It's a matter of trust and satisfaction, and I'll meet both.
Do you agree to these terms?
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He smiles, lazy, and dips his head closer. He won't close the distance entirely, because he's decided he's going to wait for his service. ]
I do. [ He breathes deep as he wiggles his hips under Aguero's touch again. A small part of his heart flutters—he's missed this. ] Tell me how much I owe you, mkay?
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his hands are occupied but his legs aren't, and he's always been crafty; deftly and with more force than he means to, he wraps his legs around tatara, pressing him down on top of him into a kiss. his lips are hot, as is his tongue, more fire than ice despite his natural affinity. he'd like to have started the kiss slower, to draw out tatara's own heat but—he really is terrible at not realizing things until the last second and then losing control of himself. he's missed this too, and he drinks in the contact of their bodies like discovering an oasis in the desert.
one long, deep, wanting kiss later- ]
A date with me, tonight.
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Thoughts on what the date can be whir in his head, but they sizzle as they meet the heat of his arousal. His head dips towards Aguero's ear, lips skirting the skin just before it. He exhales low, shaky as he rolls his hips onto him, and his voice dips as he adds: ]
Sex included.
[ So yes, he agrees. ]
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his fingers which had been playful, skirt their way to the front to unbuckle tatara's belt and undo his pants deftly. this night is all theirs and he's going to make the most of every second; indulgently, selfishly, lovingly. ]
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Tatara turns his head, presses his lips to Aguero's cheek before absently asking, ] After?
[ He was thinking about now, and then a date, but Aguero wants after, too? Who is he to say no?
Tatara laughs, his voice ringing bright and cheerful through their home. His own fingers drift to Aguero's tie to begin gently loosening it. ]
Yeah, after, too. [ tug, tug ] It'll be my turn to have you.
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but maybe he can use the patience he's forced upon himself for something fun, or at least a play at it. at least for a little bit. ]
Oh? [ the smile on his lips is sharp as his fingers trace his boyfriend's arousal through the fabric of his underwear. the contact lingers, just like the blue of his eyes on the coral above him. ]
But you're so eager for me now. Do you think you can wait? [ left unsaid: he'll be pleased with whichever way he finds himself in his lover, but he is the one with his back flush against the couch. ]
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Mm... [ He tries to think, but that's hard. Fingers untangle the tie, and he gently tugs it from around Aguero's neck, the quiet rustle of silk on fabric filling the pause. ] Probably not...
[ Absently, he almost drops the tie to the floor beside the couch, but realizes it could probably serve better uses than lying in a heap on the floor. Coral moves from Aguero, to the tie tangled in his hands, then back to Aguero, eyes inquisitive. Well? ]
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Then don't hold yourself back.
[ his eyes flicker to his undone tie, his blue bright and challenging. ]
That's a good start. Are you going to tie me up until I've filled you to bursting?
[ he's already given in to his temptations tonight, and the only thing that would make it sweeter is if tatara gave into his too. ]
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It's a little crazy to think he's never met anyone who's done anything like this to him before. Aguero drives him mad and he wouldn't have it any other way. He may as well show him by doing what he says, and not holding back, hm?
He leans in for one final, quick kiss before prying Aguero's hands from himself (regrettably) and pushing them up above his head. The silk of his tie quickly wraps around Aguero's entwined wrists—it's firm, he's, uh, clearly watched others tie people up before, but never really done it himself. Aguero could probably free himself with relative ease, but where's the fun in that?
With Aguero secured Tatara shimmies back, settling between his boyfriend's legs. Quickly, he undoes his belt and the buttons and zips of his trousers, his underwear, and frees Aguero's cock (he's not currently in the mood to tease, not when it's been so long). As he strokes, slow, his eyes rest on sharp blue, just to gauge how he's feeling tonight. ]
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