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[ 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. ]

Hmm.

[ 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.

Do you agree to these terms?

[ 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.

one long, deep, wanting kiss later- ]

A date with me, tonight.

[ 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: ]

Sex included.

[ So yes, he agrees. ]

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. ]

[ aguero complies but doesn't help tatara with securing his hands, this is both something he has to earn himself but also, he just likes seeing his boyfriend work. as much as he loves the innocent and carefree part of him, the glimpses of his fire underneath never fail to stoke the heat in him. ]

Tatara— [ half said like a challenge; is it possible? aguero himself doesn't know as he's never known this side of himself until now. all he knows is that he can get lost in it, lost in tatara, numb to everything else. but he wouldn't give up these feelings, this madness, for anything.

and the other half is said softly, melting at the edges and warm. he's sensitive too after going without even if it hasn't been all that long. maybe because it's his fault he doesn't try to hide the pleased exhale as he's freed, letting his eyes slide closed momentarily before opening them again to look upon his light. you're not supposed to stare directly at the sun, but he throws caution to the wind to add to their dance. ]

Use me like I'll use you later.

[ Something in him shivers, clenches hot and tight in his groin when he hears Aguero say his name like that. Oh, what he wouldn't do to hear him say that again, and again.

It's definitely been way too long.

Aguero looks at him and Tatara feels his face burn; his smile drops, because he can't keep it up with the way desire boils in him. He leans over, settling his face near Aguero's cock as his strokes slow. ]

Aww. You sure? And not use him like I'm supposed to?

[ He was thinking of riding him, because he couldn't stand the thought of spending another moment without him inside of him, but maybe his patience could be rewarded?

He has never considered topping, in the most traditional of sense, and it tickles him in a weird way. He laughs, lazy, and holds out his free hand, palm up. ]

But your wish is my command. Lube, please~

[ his eyes narrow, sharp and dangerous. what he'd said, what he wants to see from his boyfriend right now, is whatever he wants to indulge in. whether that meant riding him to exhaustion, or something else. and that arrangement had certainly flitted through his mind, as unknown as it is to both of them. the khun line is not one that is conquered but the conqueror, but aguero has always been paradoxically supportive in spite of how the rest of him runs.

and he's always loved the way they leave their marks on each other. ]

Do you think you could handle it? [ "handle me."

a warning, as much as it's less that and more heat and excitement for them both. he's already whispered his magic word in summons, since he doesn't need his hands for that, and tatara had already said please. ]

You want to show me how much you've missed me, don't you? Now's your chance. [ nearly purred with his torso raised off the couch in brandish. ]

[ 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.

aguero doesn't want to wait either. ]

[ 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...

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