[ 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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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. ]