[ 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. ]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
no subject
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.
no subject
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. ]