[ It's hard to grin while licking ice cream, but it's even harder to fight the urge. He likes that idea. He thinks of massive shelves filled with every trinket that reminds him of Aguero, and he thinks of every story they'll make along the way. He's just as selfish, just as impatient, because he wants to know what those are now.
He'll lean into Aguero for something resembling a hug, because he's still busy licking his ice cream. ]
I like the sound of that. [ He says this softly, between licks. ] I guess I don't really mind being the sage, but...I can't wait for the day when I don't have to look at anybody but you.
[ Or stay by anyone else's side. Or help anyone else. ]
...you're making it very hard to eat my ice cream, Tatara. [ words like that, meant only for him, that feed his innate desire to own and control—they'll always stroke the fire within him. the soft sound of licking in his otherwise quiet lighthouse doesn't help either.
he takes another big bite of out his ice cream to cool himself with a sigh. ]
I want to protect you, cherish you, spoil you, and wear you always.
[ even if he's doing that mostly here (though by how he looks at it, he's only fully "worn" tatara now by giving him that ring) being able to do it with all of him with his power and resources in the tower will be different. not to mention, now he knows it really will be forever. ]
[ Try as he might to cool himself, Tatara will chuckle in his ear again and pull back, lips messy again with cotton candy ice cream. He hears that sigh and he leans in for a messy, almost aggressive kiss. He pushes the lingering flavors of cotton candy into his mouth. This is what protecting and cherishing and spoiling and wearing me tastes like, he says wordlessly.
When he pulls back, he'll plant a kiss on Aguero's nose before speaking. ]
I won't let anyone stop you. But I'm pretty sure you already do all of those things. [ He grins. ] Don't you?
[ He has no idea how long it's been already, but he almost doesn't care. If this is a reflection of what the rest of his life is going to be like, then he's more than ready for it. ]
[ aguero's sure that his boyfriend knows exactly what he's doing to him, so even if he could try to resist he doesn't. he kisses back eagerly, wanting, shifting when they part. the fabric around his groin is growing increasingly tighter, which tatara can likely feel given their close quarters.
rather than bite what he really wants to, he opts for the waffle cone instead, close to finishing his ice cream. ]
I've only been wearing you for a little while now. [ to illustrate his point, he reaches for the hand with the ring, bringing tatara's fingers to his mouth to lightly suck on them.
there was some ice cream on them obviously, and when he pops them from his lips, his purple is bright. ]
And I haven't been able to spoil you properly either.
[ Oh, he feels that. But the feeling is met with an aggressive lick to his diminishing scoop of ice cream and a slight rock of his hips downward. He knows exactly what he's doing, but he won't let it show on his face (at least, not yet).
His little bout of mischief is quickly snuffed out when Aguero takes his fingers to suck. His lips part, and he gulps. Oh. Well. This is the obvious outcome, but the flush on his cheeks makes him look like he wasn't expecting it, anyway.
Give him a sec before he finds his words again. ]
—I feel pretty spoiled already. [ This is true. ] Do you think...you could give me a taste of a real spoiling?
[ Tatara's getting what he wants (as usual, unsurprisingly, since this is Aguero), but he still feels a little dizzy. The ice cream is sweet and just right, and the rest of it along with the cone practically vanish into his mouth with how quickly he eats it.
Crumbs and purple drops of melted ice cream dot his lips still when he practically throws himself at Aguero. He winds his arms tight around his neck and the kiss that comes is messy, sticky. He's just as much giving the cotton candy to Aguero as he is trying to find remnants of the guava for himself. ]
[ tatara wraps around him and aguero responds by trying to eat him whole, maybe just a bit literally. he bites those crumbs and licks the sweet cream on his lips and in his mouth, ravenous. he lets them both savor each other like this for a bit, but then he separates to kiss along jawbone to ear, nibbling on the soft flesh there as he speaks.
somewhere in all of this, one hand has wanderered low to squeeze tatara's ass, but the other seeks out the hand with the ring, threading their fingers together. ]
You're all mine now. [ the squeeze of their hands is gentle despite his words, the fervor he feels hotter than even the first time they made love. ] I'll mark it all over your body, fill you until I'm all that you feel. Now and forever, over and over and over again.
[ Tatara would let Aguero eat him over and over again if he could. But he can't, so instead he dances—Aguero devours him and Tatara dances around him, to the rhythm they fell into on the day they found each other in the baths. His sigh barely does anything to soothe the ache in the way his heart pounds in his chest.
Aguero squeezes his ass and he rocks his hips forward; Tatara plays with the ring on his finger and Aguero laces their hands together. What one does, the other responds, back and forth, always, in their neverending dance.
Tatara exhales onto his lips and he only really finds the strength to open his eyes, to take in his favorite shade of purple. The thrill courses through his body, and if he knew Aguero felt that hot, he'd tell him he felt the same. ]
I'm all yours. [ He mimics Aguero's tone, theatrical, but quiet. ] And I want to feel it. I want to show the whole world that I am. [ He'll turn his head to not quite capture Aguero's lips, but brush against them, speak into them. ] You're my sky, Aguero. I love you.
[ they're always in their own world when they're like this, but here they really are even in the literal sense. aguero's forgotten about everyone and everything else, the most he'll bother with is manipulating his lighthouse so that they can have each other in different ways and arrangements. ]
I love you too, Tatara.
Let's make love until we both explode and then we can do it all over again [ that's all he wants, his breath as hot and wanting as the rest of him.
he reunites their lips, even the space for words between them too much to bear. eventually like always, they'll come down but this time they won't truly separate with their new vow, their forever, between them. ]
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He'll lean into Aguero for something resembling a hug, because he's still busy licking his ice cream. ]
I like the sound of that. [ He says this softly, between licks. ] I guess I don't really mind being the sage, but...I can't wait for the day when I don't have to look at anybody but you.
[ Or stay by anyone else's side. Or help anyone else. ]
I can't wait until my life is just you.
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he takes another big bite of out his ice cream to cool himself with a sigh. ]
I want to protect you, cherish you, spoil you, and wear you always.
[ even if he's doing that mostly here (though by how he looks at it, he's only fully "worn" tatara now by giving him that ring) being able to do it with all of him with his power and resources in the tower will be different. not to mention, now he knows it really will be forever. ]
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When he pulls back, he'll plant a kiss on Aguero's nose before speaking. ]
I won't let anyone stop you. But I'm pretty sure you already do all of those things. [ He grins. ] Don't you?
[ He has no idea how long it's been already, but he almost doesn't care. If this is a reflection of what the rest of his life is going to be like, then he's more than ready for it. ]
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rather than bite what he really wants to, he opts for the waffle cone instead, close to finishing his ice cream. ]
I've only been wearing you for a little while now. [ to illustrate his point, he reaches for the hand with the ring, bringing tatara's fingers to his mouth to lightly suck on them.
there was some ice cream on them obviously, and when he pops them from his lips, his purple is bright. ]
And I haven't been able to spoil you properly either.
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His little bout of mischief is quickly snuffed out when Aguero takes his fingers to suck. His lips part, and he gulps. Oh. Well. This is the obvious outcome, but the flush on his cheeks makes him look like he wasn't expecting it, anyway.
Give him a sec before he finds his words again. ]
—I feel pretty spoiled already. [ This is true. ] Do you think...you could give me a taste of a real spoiling?
[ That's fully intentional. ]
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Would I ever deny you something you wanted? [ he really can't at this point and he knows it.
with another bite the rest of his ice cream vanishes, the crunch of the cone no match for his appetite. ]
Finish your ice cream first, I want to taste it still when I take you.
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[ Tatara's getting what he wants (as usual, unsurprisingly, since this is Aguero), but he still feels a little dizzy. The ice cream is sweet and just right, and the rest of it along with the cone practically vanish into his mouth with how quickly he eats it.
Crumbs and purple drops of melted ice cream dot his lips still when he practically throws himself at Aguero. He winds his arms tight around his neck and the kiss that comes is messy, sticky. He's just as much giving the cotton candy to Aguero as he is trying to find remnants of the guava for himself. ]
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somewhere in all of this, one hand has wanderered low to squeeze tatara's ass, but the other seeks out the hand with the ring, threading their fingers together. ]
You're all mine now. [ the squeeze of their hands is gentle despite his words, the fervor he feels hotter than even the first time they made love. ] I'll mark it all over your body, fill you until I'm all that you feel. Now and forever, over and over and over again.
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Aguero squeezes his ass and he rocks his hips forward; Tatara plays with the ring on his finger and Aguero laces their hands together. What one does, the other responds, back and forth, always, in their neverending dance.
Tatara exhales onto his lips and he only really finds the strength to open his eyes, to take in his favorite shade of purple. The thrill courses through his body, and if he knew Aguero felt that hot, he'd tell him he felt the same. ]
I'm all yours. [ He mimics Aguero's tone, theatrical, but quiet. ] And I want to feel it. I want to show the whole world that I am. [ He'll turn his head to not quite capture Aguero's lips, but brush against them, speak into them. ] You're my sky, Aguero. I love you.
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I love you too, Tatara.
Let's make love until we both explode and then we can do it all over again [ that's all he wants, his breath as hot and wanting as the rest of him.
he reunites their lips, even the space for words between them too much to bear. eventually like always, they'll come down but this time they won't truly separate with their new vow, their forever, between them. ]