[ 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.
What we're doing to each other. But we can't stop— [ they feed off each other, aguero knows this as much as he hears it, feels it all throughout his body. it's a large part of what's driving his impatience and next time he resolves to control himself better so they can really explore one another.
but right now all he can think of is how much he wants to fuck his boyfriend, to feel his heat around his cock and pound him over and over until they both give. his fingers curl in and out, stretching him out a new way, using the fingers in his hair as a tempo to dance with.
his lips no longer satisfied with just kisses move down a bit more, to pluck at the tender, pink, nipple with his entire mouth. ]
[ They can't stop. Tatara shakes his head. He wants to stroke faster, in time with what he feels in him, but his breath and movements catch whenever he feels Aguero's fingers pass over his prostate. His mouth gapes, but no sound escapes.
But with lips on his nipple, he shivers, arcing into the touch. A whine rolls in his throat, his heels dig into the blankets. He's been trying his best to be patient, to let them savor the moment in their first night, but that's running thin. At least, so says the ache in his own cock. ]
Augero... [ He bucks his hips, unable to keep himself in check anymore; what he wants to do is draw his fingers in deeper, deeper. ] I want you...
[ His fingers curl tighter into his hair. Please, ]
[ the way his boyfriend twists his body, the sounds that escape from his mouth, the feel of their bodies getting hotter and hotter, they all drive him crazy. aguero lets out a moan of his own as his fingers get pulled in deeper and his cock twitches. maybe he should have known this would happen, with how their lips found each other for kisses all those weeks ago, or how they found themselves here with sugar laced words.
he can't deny himself any longer and he certainly can't deny his boyfriend either. with a deep breath he slides his fingers out, wet and hot, drawing himself up with the same air. ]
Tatara. [ that's all he can manage, but it's probably enough. the precum from his head, dripping down his shaft will have to be enough too. he's already moving to spread his boyfriends legs open, roughly grabbing his hips, fingernails digging into skin to get the right angle.
he wants and he wants so bad that even if he knows he should take it slow, as soon as his tip begins to press into him, he can't stop himself from thrusting in all the way with a gasp. ]
[ Tatara just watches Aguero as he pulls out and away. All of him is tinged pink, his blush dusting his shoulders, neck. He lets Aguero move him around as he likes, not really bothered by the sting of nails; he just watches, taken by how thoroughly handsome he is, how lucky he is.
His eyes settle on the glistening of precum, and he bites his lip. His breath goes shallow in anticipation, but that thought doesn't get to stay in his mind long enough for him to acknowledge it, because Aguero's cock does a good job of pushing all of his thoughts out. ]
—!!
[ With a wordless cry, he feels Aguero fill him and he can't breathe. Goosebumps bloom over his whole body and his hands scramble to cling to the sheets, anything. He wonders if Aguero can feel, now that they're connected, how hard his heart beats for him.
Is this what it feels like? To have someone consume you whole? ]
Tatara— [ in the same tone he said it in that got them on this bed in the first place, more breathy now that they're finally one. he leans down a bit, taking one of his boyfriend's hands to place on his back--he's free to dig into him in turn, it's only fair. ]
You're so beautiful.
[ he takes just a moment to savor the heat around his cock, the way all of tatara seems to hold him even like this, how he looks beneath him, and then he starts to thrust nearly his full length. the need to go deeper and deeper drives nearly all his thoughts, but what little else he can spare is keyed into the effect he's having on his boyfriend. this is a rhythm for the two of them, for them both to be selfish. ]
[ All Tatara can do in response is stare up at him, eyes lidded and glassy with what might be tears (he isn't sure, because his attention is mostly elsewhere). Through gaped lips he breathes hard and ragged, in time with Aguero's thrusts. Waves of pleasure fog his mind and all he can concentrate on is the blue haze above him.
You're so beautiful echoes in his ears and his fingers (when did they get there?) dig into the skin on his back, slowly tracing a welt over his shoulder blade. He can't speak. But his nails dance over his skin in a way that says, You're so good looking. I can't get enough of you.
Something in him jolts—whether a feeling or the way Aguero pounds into him, he isn't sure—and his legs come back to life. They hook around Aguero's waist again and his heels dig into his rear, pushing him deeper. More, more. ]
[ a grunt escapes him when he's pushed, the pleasure he's already feeling growing more and more. the breaths he lets out are ragged now, between the exhilaration and the pace of his thrusts that have increased to keep up with the seemingly fathomless desire that is more between them. the pinpricks of pain along his back guide the way, encouragement that he's not the only one losing himself.
the heat in him is almost unbearable at this point, but he doesn't have the room for words to make that known. maybe tatara can feel it, the way his cock throbs inside of him begging for release. he doesn't have a thought for anything else but that single word, and he uses the only bit of energy he's not putting into railing his boyfriend to grasp at what leverage he can, forcefully angling tatara's body to pound the deepest he can go. ]
[ Aguero handles him and all of a sudden it feels like his cock is rearranging all of his insides; his body arches in the new angle, his hair tangles as he's dragged and shoved over and over against the bed. Aguero rams against him and all he can see are fireworks behind his eyes. Tatara doesn't even notice how his mouth gapes, how quiet whines and moans roll in his throat as the relentless pleasure takes over him.
Fingers dig, his hips roll, and he's so unbearably attracted to Aguero, the feeling in his chest and in his groin almost hurt.
Speaking of, ]
Hnnh, Aguero... [ It's all he manages for a moment, his name croaked from his chest. All he can feel is the way Aguero loves him and it stops him from speaking coherent thoughts for a good while, but finally, he manages— ]
Aguero... Touch me...
[ He's hard, painfully so, and precum pools on his stomach. It won't take much, instinct tells him, but he still needs him. ]
[ each sound coming from his boyfriend's mouth is more engrossing than the last and it's only his selfish need to hear more that keeps his heat inside of him, if only just. hearing his name like that almost makes him lose it, but it's as much of a focus as it is a weakness.
with considerable effort he adjusts his rhythm, still going just as deep but slower, so he can take a hold of his boyfriend. aguero feels how wet and sticky his cock is in his hand, and he feels how much hotter his insides are with each thrust, and he delights in the knowing this is all because of him. his strokes are long and smooth from base to tip, and as he works at tatara inside and out he lets a few words of his own drop messy in between them. ]
Tatara. [ thick and sweet, like the seed in them both. ] Sing for me.
[ It is all because of Aguero. And it is all for Aguero. Tatara jolts under Aguero's touch and a loud gasp seeps from his lips, his fingers dig new welts into his back. He's so open, so vulnerable, not in away he's ever felt with anyone else, not even his king—but this feels right, and his embarrassment quickly melts away as Aguero mercilessly pounds into him.
Who is he to say no to his boyfriend, anyway?
He feels light headed, dizzy, and he has no control over the sounds Aguero pushes from him anymore. Every moan, sigh, whine comes in concert with every movement in him. Every twitch beyond his control. It is all Aguero.
His mouth gapes to say his name again, but his voice catches in his throat. He teeters on the edge, he's so close. With what effort remains in him he peels open his glassy, coral eyes, just so he can look at him when he comes. ]
[ blue meets coral, the reflection only tatara, now and maybe forever. the ocean can get lost in the sky, coral marking his back, his cheeks, and plying his ears, causing his cock to quiver.
mmn, he should warn him that he's going to—
aguero doesn't open his mouth, instead choosing to lightly apply more pressure as his hand comes up to the head of tatara's cock, all while angling his hips to hit that spot he found earlier. ]
Soon, coral drowns. Aguero's hand sits just right on him and Aguero's cock hits just the right spot and Aguero's...Aguero's affection sends a jolt of lightning right into his heart, and he loses himself.
With a cry, louder than anything else, he throws his head back, rolls his hips, digs his fingers into his back to try and drag him down, closer, flush to him. Thick ribbons of come spill over Aguero's hand, onto Tatara's stomach, and his body spasms into every bit of his touch.
He feels like he's floating. He dances in the air and he holds onto Aguero tighter, tighter, because he doesn't want to come down. ]
[ aguero's pushed over the edge, already having been a whisper away from falling; all the tension in his body releases as he comes, and he fills all the space inside with him even more.
he doesn't try to fight the sound that escapes from his lips as he does, a carnal moan that's only barely muffled into tatara's skin. when he can think again, see beyond the fireworks everywhere, his thrusts ebb and slow, as do his strokes, and he eventually pulls himself up to force their lips and tongue together so they can savor the residual heat. ]
I feel like you were made for me. [ mumbled, almost delirious, with the throbbing of his cock still louder than his heart. they match up anyway, but this is how good he feels, how perfect their bodies fit together in his mind. ]
[ Even as the rest of him settles, Tatara's heart still feels like it's on fire. He hooks his ankles behind Aguero's waist and he holds tighter, keeping him and his cock in place. The flames of the heat that burns in him leap out when he kisses him back, and slowly, he melts.
He chuckles quietly, the peaceful fuzz blotting out his thoughts. He may as well be just as delirious. ]
What if I was? [ His fingers let go of their death grip on his back to gently play with the ends of his hair. It's blue, he marvels quietly to himself. ] I think I'd like that.
Mmn, I can tell. [ he can't help but sigh into the additional stimulation, even though all of him feels overloaded in a good way. a beat later he places a lazy kiss against one of the marks he left earlier on his boyfriend's neck, a soothing action for them both. ]
If you are then one day I'll need to claim you as my own forever.
[ marriage? he's never thought about it before (ever, in his entire life) but it slips out, new, bright, and maybe more than a bit irrational in this moment. but he can't help himself, with just how obsessed he feels about tatara now that they've become one.
will he even remember he said this himself later? ]
[ Tatara sighs too, as Aguero's lips caress his neck. He'd been afraid of coming down, that the prospect would mean lowering himself into cold water and waking up from this dream, but that isn't the case at all. Instead he oozes into warm, soft clouds, and he decides he doesn't really want to leave.
Forever echoes in his head a bit hollow, because at this point, all he can think about is the day he's sent home and he inevitably ceases to be. But...maybe it would be nice to hold someone's hand until that day.
He presses his face into the side of Aguero's, and he smiles. ]
I'll be waiting.
[ He knows he'll probably have to clean up here, clean up at the bar at some point, but for now, he's pretty content like this. ]
You'll be the first to know. [ cheeky, because he still can't really string a proper thought together still. not when all of him is warm and heavy, drunk on their affections for each other.
aguero's not sure at this point either if tatara is the piece he's been searching for, but he does know that regardless of that, he cherishes him more than he could be into words. or into what he does to him, but that's not going to stop him from trying.
slick with sweat, messy all over, he finds himself yearning not to be clean and put together, but for the next time they can be together like this. his genes really do run strong, but his budding love runs deeper.
"one day" is now, and the day after that, and the day after that. aguero's looking forward to it. ]
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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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but right now all he can think of is how much he wants to fuck his boyfriend, to feel his heat around his cock and pound him over and over until they both give. his fingers curl in and out, stretching him out a new way, using the fingers in his hair as a tempo to dance with.
his lips no longer satisfied with just kisses move down a bit more, to pluck at the tender, pink, nipple with his entire mouth. ]
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But with lips on his nipple, he shivers, arcing into the touch. A whine rolls in his throat, his heels dig into the blankets. He's been trying his best to be patient, to let them savor the moment in their first night, but that's running thin. At least, so says the ache in his own cock. ]
Augero... [ He bucks his hips, unable to keep himself in check anymore; what he wants to do is draw his fingers in deeper, deeper. ] I want you...
[ His fingers curl tighter into his hair. Please, ]
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he can't deny himself any longer and he certainly can't deny his boyfriend either. with a deep breath he slides his fingers out, wet and hot, drawing himself up with the same air. ]
Tatara. [ that's all he can manage, but it's probably enough. the precum from his head, dripping down his shaft will have to be enough too. he's already moving to spread his boyfriends legs open, roughly grabbing his hips, fingernails digging into skin to get the right angle.
he wants and he wants so bad that even if he knows he should take it slow, as soon as his tip begins to press into him, he can't stop himself from thrusting in all the way with a gasp. ]
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His eyes settle on the glistening of precum, and he bites his lip. His breath goes shallow in anticipation, but that thought doesn't get to stay in his mind long enough for him to acknowledge it, because Aguero's cock does a good job of pushing all of his thoughts out. ]
—!!
[ With a wordless cry, he feels Aguero fill him and he can't breathe. Goosebumps bloom over his whole body and his hands scramble to cling to the sheets, anything. He wonders if Aguero can feel, now that they're connected, how hard his heart beats for him.
Is this what it feels like? To have someone consume you whole? ]
A-Aguero...
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You're so beautiful.
[ he takes just a moment to savor the heat around his cock, the way all of tatara seems to hold him even like this, how he looks beneath him, and then he starts to thrust nearly his full length. the need to go deeper and deeper drives nearly all his thoughts, but what little else he can spare is keyed into the effect he's having on his boyfriend. this is a rhythm for the two of them, for them both to be selfish. ]
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You're so beautiful echoes in his ears and his fingers (when did they get there?) dig into the skin on his back, slowly tracing a welt over his shoulder blade. He can't speak. But his nails dance over his skin in a way that says, You're so good looking. I can't get enough of you.
Something in him jolts—whether a feeling or the way Aguero pounds into him, he isn't sure—and his legs come back to life. They hook around Aguero's waist again and his heels dig into his rear, pushing him deeper. More, more. ]
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the heat in him is almost unbearable at this point, but he doesn't have the room for words to make that known. maybe tatara can feel it, the way his cock throbs inside of him begging for release. he doesn't have a thought for anything else but that single word, and he uses the only bit of energy he's not putting into railing his boyfriend to grasp at what leverage he can, forcefully angling tatara's body to pound the deepest he can go. ]
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Fingers dig, his hips roll, and he's so unbearably attracted to Aguero, the feeling in his chest and in his groin almost hurt.
Speaking of, ]
Hnnh, Aguero... [ It's all he manages for a moment, his name croaked from his chest. All he can feel is the way Aguero loves him and it stops him from speaking coherent thoughts for a good while, but finally, he manages— ]
Aguero... Touch me...
[ He's hard, painfully so, and precum pools on his stomach. It won't take much, instinct tells him, but he still needs him. ]
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with considerable effort he adjusts his rhythm, still going just as deep but slower, so he can take a hold of his boyfriend. aguero feels how wet and sticky his cock is in his hand, and he feels how much hotter his insides are with each thrust, and he delights in the knowing this is all because of him. his strokes are long and smooth from base to tip, and as he works at tatara inside and out he lets a few words of his own drop messy in between them. ]
Tatara. [ thick and sweet, like the seed in them both. ] Sing for me.
[ he quickens his pace again, merciless. ]
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Who is he to say no to his boyfriend, anyway?
He feels light headed, dizzy, and he has no control over the sounds Aguero pushes from him anymore. Every moan, sigh, whine comes in concert with every movement in him. Every twitch beyond his control. It is all Aguero.
His mouth gapes to say his name again, but his voice catches in his throat. He teeters on the edge, he's so close. With what effort remains in him he peels open his glassy, coral eyes, just so he can look at him when he comes. ]
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mmn, he should warn him that he's going to—
aguero doesn't open his mouth, instead choosing to lightly apply more pressure as his hand comes up to the head of tatara's cock, all while angling his hips to hit that spot he found earlier. ]
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Soon, coral drowns. Aguero's hand sits just right on him and Aguero's cock hits just the right spot and Aguero's...Aguero's affection sends a jolt of lightning right into his heart, and he loses himself.
With a cry, louder than anything else, he throws his head back, rolls his hips, digs his fingers into his back to try and drag him down, closer, flush to him. Thick ribbons of come spill over Aguero's hand, onto Tatara's stomach, and his body spasms into every bit of his touch.
He feels like he's floating. He dances in the air and he holds onto Aguero tighter, tighter, because he doesn't want to come down. ]
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he doesn't try to fight the sound that escapes from his lips as he does, a carnal moan that's only barely muffled into tatara's skin. when he can think again, see beyond the fireworks everywhere, his thrusts ebb and slow, as do his strokes, and he eventually pulls himself up to force their lips and tongue together so they can savor the residual heat. ]
I feel like you were made for me. [ mumbled, almost delirious, with the throbbing of his cock still louder than his heart. they match up anyway, but this is how good he feels, how perfect their bodies fit together in his mind. ]
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He chuckles quietly, the peaceful fuzz blotting out his thoughts. He may as well be just as delirious. ]
What if I was? [ His fingers let go of their death grip on his back to gently play with the ends of his hair. It's blue, he marvels quietly to himself. ] I think I'd like that.
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If you are then one day I'll need to claim you as my own forever.
[ marriage? he's never thought about it before (ever, in his entire life) but it slips out, new, bright, and maybe more than a bit irrational in this moment. but he can't help himself, with just how obsessed he feels about tatara now that they've become one.
will he even remember he said this himself later? ]
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Forever echoes in his head a bit hollow, because at this point, all he can think about is the day he's sent home and he inevitably ceases to be. But...maybe it would be nice to hold someone's hand until that day.
He presses his face into the side of Aguero's, and he smiles. ]
I'll be waiting.
[ He knows he'll probably have to clean up here, clean up at the bar at some point, but for now, he's pretty content like this. ]
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aguero's not sure at this point either if tatara is the piece he's been searching for, but he does know that regardless of that, he cherishes him more than he could be into words. or into what he does to him, but that's not going to stop him from trying.
slick with sweat, messy all over, he finds himself yearning not to be clean and put together, but for the next time they can be together like this. his genes really do run strong, but his budding love runs deeper.
"one day" is now, and the day after that, and the day after that. aguero's looking forward to it. ]