Immediately, without a thought, he whirls around and throws his arms around his neck, pulling him into a deep, wanting kiss. He wonders if Khun can feel the way his heart beats, pressed together like this; partially because he knows he stands at the threshold of the unknown and finds excitement at the prospect of jumping into it, partially because he really does like him that much.
A hand flails, shoving the door shut behind them. ]
[ the words are kissed out of him before he can even begin to form them, his hands naturally falling at the other's hips, pressing their bodies together closer with the same neediness. he's not sure if it's tatara's heartbeat he hears or his own, but right now they might be one and the same.
...he does hear the door too though, which is enough to pluck a word free, murmured between kisses because he's past the point of being able to separate himself even if that's what he wanted. ]
Tatara. [ his name is everything in this moment, part question, part plea, part want, part sheer infatuation. he's not going to be able to stop if they keep going like this, so— ]
[ A sharp gasp through his teeth, he feels his name on his lips. Aguero is everywhere and everything right now, and it's hard to think past his warmth.
He stopped thinking a while ago. The only thought he can string together in the moment is about how much he loves the way his name sounds in that tone. His brain picks apart every nuance, instinctively, and his arms hold him tighter. ]
[ the last thought he manages to put together is about the door again, shifting a hand to quick cast locking it securely shut. after that it's all impulse and sheer want that have his hands moving down to lift under tatara's legs, encouraging him to wrap himself around his torso so aguero can carry him.
as for the request, he grins when it meets his ears, pulls back with a rake of teeth against wet lips. ]
[ Oh, it's—different, like this. Not lounging with their legs entangled, not Aguero straddling him in the gentle sunlight in the moments before a nap; but with his legs firmly around Aguero's middle, hands on his thighs. One hand comes to cup his boyfriend's jaw, the other cradles the back of his head, and he sighs into him when he feels his teeth on his lips. ]
Please.
[ It comes without hesitation or thought. Say his name again, like that. ]
Tatara— [ mouthed into a messy kiss as he moves them over to the bed, easily supporting the weight of his boyfriend in his arms. he's doing this mostly by memory given he is obviously preoccupied, but luckily this room has become very familiar recently.
in contrast to the rest, he sets down tatara gently, leaning over him. ]
[ It isn't much weight. Tatara's much smaller and skinner than his boyfriend.
Ah, he loves hearing his name like that, with that tone, in Aguero's voice, between kisses. It settles hot in his chest and he breathes back, ] Aguero—
[ Once he's settled into the mattress, it's over. One day, one day, echoed in his mind, as a suggestion, but no longer. He melts into the bed, into Aguero's embrace. His eyes are glassy, lidded as he gazes up into blue; his arms loop comfortably around his shoulders, feet hook behind his waist.
[ one day could be today, right? maybe that's the excuse aguero would make to himself if he had the thought for anything besides the way tatara looks and sounds to him right now.
the urge to simply throw himself on him is nearly impossible to resist, but there's things in the way. he shrugs off the jacket first and then undoes the red scarf they had such fun with earlier, all between kisses. ]
So are you. And you'll be more beautiful when it's just you. [ he's already felt like he's hit the point of no return but he does pause here, slight, to meet blue to coral. his fingers play at the hem of tatara's shirt, but he doesn't tug just yet.
somewhere in the back of his mind a warm memory trips into his heart amidst all the heat. they've seen each other without clothes before, on the very first day they spoke, but never like this. ]
[ Ah, yeah. His Kusanagi cosplay. With a light laugh he takes the undone scarf and tosses it to the side.
His lips are swollen, again, parted; he misses Aguero's on his already. He looks at him paused, hands on the hem of his shirt, sitting between his legs, and he cannot help but feel the way his heart and soul melt and as he feels the world spin from his tipsiness, he's almost certain it's because the universe is starting to revolve around Aguero.
But he's paused. Tatara reaches, resting a hand on Aguero's chest to get his attention. He isn't thinking about the bath, because he's thinking about now. ]
[ aguero feels the heat spread within him at the slight touch, leaning in for another deep kiss in spite of himself. ]
Tatara— [ this one is free ] I want you. All of you. Can I take you?
[ he has to ask one last time, more properly than before (if that even counted in his fluster). they may have danced their way here, but he wants to be true to that spark he felt when they met. this is more than just whimsy, lust, and the fuzziness of sugar laced bourbon. this is a word he can't name yet, but feels with every beat of his heart. ]
[ The kiss, his name—it leaves him all dizzy, really. Tatara feels breathless here, sandwiched between Aguero and the bed. He loses himself in the pool of his eyes and he realizes he's never felt all of him ache for someone like this before.
The question settles hot in the pit of his stomach, and with a low breath, he nods slowly. ]
Yes. [ His voice comes no louder than a whisper. ] I want—you to have me...
[ Something clenches in his chest as he says that, a certainty he won't face for a while yet. Perhaps the path they've taken has been built on whimsy, but there is something there, solid, and it bids him to drag Aguero down for another kiss, arch his chest into his. Take him. Take all of him. ]
[ the consent was already enough, but the kiss and the feeling of their bodies together (even muted through fabric) is enough to drive him crazy. insanity has become familiar lately, but it's never felt this good. he rushes to make up for those few seconds, finishing the job he started at the bar with the buttons, pulling tatara's shirt away and somewhere to the side.
he needs to catch up himself but luckily he's wearing something relatively simple today, a clean jacket with a white shaped shirt underneath. it's easy for him to shrug them off and throw them who knows where, the only time he's never cared what happens to his clothes.
aguero looks down for a moment, really admiring what's in front of him, before he bears down, teeth against neck, bare skin against skin. ]
[ A sharp gasp morphs into a light laugh, the teeth on the sensitive skin of his neck causing a shudder to ripple through his body. He feels his sight leaving him as his eyes lid, his senses focusing on the heat and the friction and the pricks of pleasurable pain.
Hands roam Aguero's bare back, not something he would've done in the bath, and he feels all the muscles move beneath his touch. Tatara is so skinny by comparison—Aguero would most certainly be treated to the sight of his ribs, his hipbone if he were to arch himself just right—so the feel, the view, even, is novel. This is Aguero, he tells himself. All of him.
A hand lifts to cradle the back of Aguero's head, a silent approval of the mess he is most certainly making on his neck, while the other hand roams down. Tatara grasps Aguero's waistband, if only to press him down while he flexes his hips upward. Need coils in him, in a way that surprises him. ]
[ lips, tongue, teeth, it certainly is a mess as aguero claims what he's wanted to for a while now. he nibbles, bites and sucks at the vulnerable skin, marking a trail downward with his mouth while his hands roam across tatara's chest.
he loses himself in those sensations momentarily, his mind consumed by how his boyfriend both looks and feels. he really is much smaller than him, and aguero simultaneously wants to both protect and dominate him. aguero himself is lean muscle, coiled tight with strength he doesn't usually display; a product of his heritage and commitment to keeping his body in shape for when he needs it.
this is a different kind of need, but it is still a need.
a need that's taken over every thought, that burns hotter when they're pulled together even more. he lets out an mmnn unaware and grinds down with his leverage seeking temporary relief. there's still more things in the way and his fingers find the buckle of tatara's belt, moving deftly with impatience. ]
[ It's hard for Tatara to tell exactly what it is that Aguero's doing to get him to react like this—he doesn't know if it's the fingers on his chest that cause him to twitch, he doesn't know if it's the way he hums into his neck that causes him to tighten his grip on his hair, or if the pressure on his groin that makes him gasp. It could be anything, any combination of these. Or it could just be Aguero himself, overpowering him, the heat between them.
Tatara doesn't know. And it's only moments later that he realizes his belt is being undone, and a hand moves lazily to help. He gently peels his jeans off, with Aguero's help or no, and shifts his legs to kick them off.
But it's not fair if he's the only one. ]
Aguero~
[ He whispers his name into his ear, tugging at his waistband again. Get rid of it! ]
[ of course he helps; working together suits both their needs, and there's something sensual about undressing his boyfriend besides. he takes a moment just to stare at tatara like this, hungry, before his eyes flick up at his name. ]
Tatara~ [ whispered back against his ear, tongue flitting against his earlobe. aguero knows what tatara wants, his hands moving down to his own buckle, taking off his belt with relative ease. his pants and socks are next (where are their shoes? somewhere by the door probably) and it's honestly a relief to get them off given how worked up he is right now.
he could get right back to what he was doing, see how it feels to grind their bodies together with barely anything in between, or— ]
[ There's another light giggle when Aguero breathes into his ear, and Tatara squirms against him, bare chest against bare chest. With no belt, no pants to hang onto any longer, his fingers dance up and down Aguero's back, skirting the band of his underwear.
There's something—something that makes him shiver knowing there's barely anything between them now.
Still. ]
More. [ He tilts his head, hand coaxing Aguero's head back to him, so his lips can brush his ear when he whispers. ] I want you.
[ and who is he to say no? aguero smiles when he hears the confirmation, delights in the way tatara both sounds and looks; in the anticipation of how he'll feel. he draws his teeth against skin, another quick love mark before he pulls himself up to grant his boyfriend's wish.
he's never once been shy or modest and he's not about to start now. so off his boxer briefs go, thrown somewhere that doesn't matter right now when the world is just the two of them. he's fully erect and has been for a while, though it's different to see him bare rather than constrained by clothes. ]
And more. [ he doesn't ask this time, immediately making to pull the other's underwear down and off. ]
[ Tatara breathes a sigh of relief when it's all gone; there's nothing left between him and Aguero now. Anticipation bubbles in his stomach, and he tenses his body, arches himself just so, to show how erect he is, too, if he hadn't felt it already. It doesn't even occur to him that Aguero watches—he's trying to hold himself back.
Once his eyes take the time to rake over his boyfriend, a cheeky little grin crosses his lips. For a moment, he holds his breath (drowning his nerves, because there's really nothing to be nervous about?), before he reaches to gently ghost over the tip of Aguero's cock, in a tease. ]
[ he shivers at the fleeting touch, breathes out hot as he closes his eyes. he has to, or he really would just try to take him here and now. but that would-he's never slept with another guy before and never slept with anyone with feelings involved. he wants to do this right and it's that thought that keeps him from losing control of himself completely. just barely. ]
I need to...get you ready first... [ he opens his eyes to abuse him magic again, to grab a satchel he had gotten from Western Country. it had been forced into his hands by one particularly eager merchant, a free gift from another purchase and maybe he had thought then-
no, he definitely did.
he unscrews the cap and spreads the lube on his fingers, moving back in so he can take kisses along his boyfriend's collarbone while he moves his hand down. one finger traces around his entrance before gently starting to push in. ]
[ Tatara watches. He watches how Aguero shivers as he touches, the sight feeding into his own arousal. And that, too, makes him more bold—fingertips becoming solid touch, his hand wrapping around him to stroke slow, deliberately.
Though he's done a fair share of things, he's never—he's never slept with anyone before, not like this. It's hard to take his eyes of Aguero, and every time he blinks he's reminded by how much he trusts him, how he's more excited than anything else. As his hands move, he feels his infatuation and affection build in him, watching as he gets ready.
He chuckles softly when he feels his lips on his collarbone, but when he presses in— ]
Ah—!
[ He lets out a cry, involuntarily, but not out of pain. He quickly covers his mouth with his hand. It only scarcely covers the flush on his cheeks, and only scarcely muffles the laugh that bubbles up shortly after.
Oh... This is new. But he doesn't hate it at all. ]
[ his breathing is deeper now, hiding a soft mmn at the strokes. he can be patient he tells himself, even if his desire grows with every action they take. and that sound—his eyes snap up to look at tatara's expression, flush, beautiful, vulnerable.
he wants more of it, a sweet song for his ears. ]
Don't be shy. I love every sound you make. [ the stroke of his finger is rhythmic, tiny circles that become larger as he slowly inches his finger further in. he should probably take this a bit slower, but he's feeling so greedy. ]
[ the difference in their breathing, the movement of his hips, the strokes that are firm and run his entire length—they all just make him want tatara more, to fill him properly with more than just his finger. the tip of his cock is wet now, glistening and moist in anticipation. ]
Okay. [ he means it, it is okay. but-he breathes out, a sigh sliding into a soft groan. ] But look at what you're doing to me already.
[ aguero wants more.
he pushes a second finger in, mouthing an apology with kisses against skin. ]
[ Tatara only manages a glimpse, and a thought flashes through his mind—next time (next time?), they'll take this slower, and he'll get a real taste of Aguero—
Except that thought is quickly expelled with the second finger. His strokes stutter, and with a loud gasp he rolls his head back onto the blankets. Ah... ]
But look at... [ If this is how it feels now, how is it going to feel with Aguero actually inside of him? Overwhelming, he thinks. His hand leaves his mouth to gently lace through his hair, cradling him. ] ...what you're doing to me.
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...and tugs Khun inside.
Immediately, without a thought, he whirls around and throws his arms around his neck, pulling him into a deep, wanting kiss. He wonders if Khun can feel the way his heart beats, pressed together like this; partially because he knows he stands at the threshold of the unknown and finds excitement at the prospect of jumping into it, partially because he really does like him that much.
A hand flails, shoving the door shut behind them. ]
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...he does hear the door too though, which is enough to pluck a word free, murmured between kisses because he's past the point of being able to separate himself even if that's what he wanted. ]
Tatara. [ his name is everything in this moment, part question, part plea, part want, part sheer infatuation. he's not going to be able to stop if they keep going like this, so— ]
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He stopped thinking a while ago. The only thought he can string together in the moment is about how much he loves the way his name sounds in that tone. His brain picks apart every nuance, instinctively, and his arms hold him tighter. ]
Say it again— [ He whispers— ]
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as for the request, he grins when it meets his ears, pulls back with a rake of teeth against wet lips. ]
Say please.
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Please.
[ It comes without hesitation or thought. Say his name again, like that. ]
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in contrast to the rest, he sets down tatara gently, leaning over him. ]
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Ah, he loves hearing his name like that, with that tone, in Aguero's voice, between kisses. It settles hot in his chest and he breathes back, ] Aguero—
[ Once he's settled into the mattress, it's over. One day, one day, echoed in his mind, as a suggestion, but no longer. He melts into the bed, into Aguero's embrace. His eyes are glassy, lidded as he gazes up into blue; his arms loop comfortably around his shoulders, feet hook behind his waist.
With a lazy drawl, he speaks, ]
You're so beautiful...
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the urge to simply throw himself on him is nearly impossible to resist, but there's things in the way. he shrugs off the jacket first and then undoes the red scarf they had such fun with earlier, all between kisses. ]
So are you. And you'll be more beautiful when it's just you. [ he's already felt like he's hit the point of no return but he does pause here, slight, to meet blue to coral. his fingers play at the hem of tatara's shirt, but he doesn't tug just yet.
somewhere in the back of his mind a warm memory trips into his heart amidst all the heat. they've seen each other without clothes before, on the very first day they spoke, but never like this. ]
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His lips are swollen, again, parted; he misses Aguero's on his already. He looks at him paused, hands on the hem of his shirt, sitting between his legs, and he cannot help but feel the way his heart and soul melt and as he feels the world spin from his tipsiness, he's almost certain it's because the universe is starting to revolve around Aguero.
But he's paused. Tatara reaches, resting a hand on Aguero's chest to get his attention. He isn't thinking about the bath, because he's thinking about now. ]
What is it?
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Tatara— [ this one is free ] I want you. All of you. Can I take you?
[ he has to ask one last time, more properly than before (if that even counted in his fluster). they may have danced their way here, but he wants to be true to that spark he felt when they met. this is more than just whimsy, lust, and the fuzziness of sugar laced bourbon. this is a word he can't name yet, but feels with every beat of his heart. ]
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The question settles hot in the pit of his stomach, and with a low breath, he nods slowly. ]
Yes. [ His voice comes no louder than a whisper. ] I want—you to have me...
[ Something clenches in his chest as he says that, a certainty he won't face for a while yet. Perhaps the path they've taken has been built on whimsy, but there is something there, solid, and it bids him to drag Aguero down for another kiss, arch his chest into his. Take him. Take all of him. ]
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he needs to catch up himself but luckily he's wearing something relatively simple today, a clean jacket with a white shaped shirt underneath. it's easy for him to shrug them off and throw them who knows where, the only time he's never cared what happens to his clothes.
aguero looks down for a moment, really admiring what's in front of him, before he bears down, teeth against neck, bare skin against skin. ]
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[ A sharp gasp morphs into a light laugh, the teeth on the sensitive skin of his neck causing a shudder to ripple through his body. He feels his sight leaving him as his eyes lid, his senses focusing on the heat and the friction and the pricks of pleasurable pain.
Hands roam Aguero's bare back, not something he would've done in the bath, and he feels all the muscles move beneath his touch. Tatara is so skinny by comparison—Aguero would most certainly be treated to the sight of his ribs, his hipbone if he were to arch himself just right—so the feel, the view, even, is novel. This is Aguero, he tells himself. All of him.
A hand lifts to cradle the back of Aguero's head, a silent approval of the mess he is most certainly making on his neck, while the other hand roams down. Tatara grasps Aguero's waistband, if only to press him down while he flexes his hips upward. Need coils in him, in a way that surprises him. ]
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he loses himself in those sensations momentarily, his mind consumed by how his boyfriend both looks and feels. he really is much smaller than him, and aguero simultaneously wants to both protect and dominate him. aguero himself is lean muscle, coiled tight with strength he doesn't usually display; a product of his heritage and commitment to keeping his body in shape for when he needs it.
this is a different kind of need, but it is still a need.
a need that's taken over every thought, that burns hotter when they're pulled together even more. he lets out an mmnn unaware and grinds down with his leverage seeking temporary relief. there's still more things in the way and his fingers find the buckle of tatara's belt, moving deftly with impatience. ]
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Tatara doesn't know. And it's only moments later that he realizes his belt is being undone, and a hand moves lazily to help. He gently peels his jeans off, with Aguero's help or no, and shifts his legs to kick them off.
But it's not fair if he's the only one. ]
Aguero~
[ He whispers his name into his ear, tugging at his waistband again. Get rid of it! ]
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Tatara~ [ whispered back against his ear, tongue flitting against his earlobe. aguero knows what tatara wants, his hands moving down to his own buckle, taking off his belt with relative ease. his pants and socks are next (where are their shoes? somewhere by the door probably) and it's honestly a relief to get them off given how worked up he is right now.
he could get right back to what he was doing, see how it feels to grind their bodies together with barely anything in between, or— ]
More?
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There's something—something that makes him shiver knowing there's barely anything between them now.
Still. ]
More. [ He tilts his head, hand coaxing Aguero's head back to him, so his lips can brush his ear when he whispers. ] I want you.
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he's never once been shy or modest and he's not about to start now. so off his boxer briefs go, thrown somewhere that doesn't matter right now when the world is just the two of them. he's fully erect and has been for a while, though it's different to see him bare rather than constrained by clothes. ]
And more. [ he doesn't ask this time, immediately making to pull the other's underwear down and off. ]
I'll take all of you because you're mine.
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Once his eyes take the time to rake over his boyfriend, a cheeky little grin crosses his lips. For a moment, he holds his breath (drowning his nerves, because there's really nothing to be nervous about?), before he reaches to gently ghost over the tip of Aguero's cock, in a tease. ]
Then come and get me.
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I need to...get you ready first... [ he opens his eyes to abuse him magic again, to grab a satchel he had gotten from Western Country. it had been forced into his hands by one particularly eager merchant, a free gift from another purchase and maybe he had thought then-
no, he definitely did.
he unscrews the cap and spreads the lube on his fingers, moving back in so he can take kisses along his boyfriend's collarbone while he moves his hand down. one finger traces around his entrance before gently starting to push in. ]
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Though he's done a fair share of things, he's never—he's never slept with anyone before, not like this. It's hard to take his eyes of Aguero, and every time he blinks he's reminded by how much he trusts him, how he's more excited than anything else. As his hands move, he feels his infatuation and affection build in him, watching as he gets ready.
He chuckles softly when he feels his lips on his collarbone, but when he presses in— ]
Ah—!
[ He lets out a cry, involuntarily, but not out of pain. He quickly covers his mouth with his hand. It only scarcely covers the flush on his cheeks, and only scarcely muffles the laugh that bubbles up shortly after.
Oh... This is new. But he doesn't hate it at all. ]
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he wants more of it, a sweet song for his ears. ]
Don't be shy. I love every sound you make. [ the stroke of his finger is rhythmic, tiny circles that become larger as he slowly inches his finger further in. he should probably take this a bit slower, but he's feeling so greedy. ]
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His hips shift in time with the finger, but he swallows a moan (sorry, Aguero), and glassy coral eyes roll to meet blue. ]
But I'm embarrassed... [ He smiles sheepishly. Despite that, he still strokes. There might be a little disconnect in his mind, somewhere. ]
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Okay. [ he means it, it is okay. but-he breathes out, a sigh sliding into a soft groan. ] But look at what you're doing to me already.
[ aguero wants more.
he pushes a second finger in, mouthing an apology with kisses against skin. ]
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Except that thought is quickly expelled with the second finger. His strokes stutter, and with a loud gasp he rolls his head back onto the blankets. Ah... ]
But look at... [ If this is how it feels now, how is it going to feel with Aguero actually inside of him? Overwhelming, he thinks. His hand leaves his mouth to gently lace through his hair, cradling him. ] ...what you're doing to me.
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