[ 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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[ 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. ]