[ the problem with them being this close is that there really is no hiding the way they react to one another. aguero catches the halting breath and then catches the tips of tatara's fingers with his teeth. just enough pressure to not be gentle, to give him enough time to suck more.
he's obviously a little distracted when the question comes. ]
Mmmn. [ a pity he has to let tatara's fingers escape so he can respond. ]
Yeah, of course. I couldn't forget when I committed myself to you even if I wanted to. [ dates are fake but he definitely says the right one here, sometime in spring a few weeks after they all arrived. ]
That's the one. [ It wasn't a test by any means, but Tatara beams, and a little chuckle bubbles in his chest. Now freed his fingers poke at Aguero's cheek instead. He might still be thinking about his teeth on his fingertips but it's not enough to distract him from the sheer delight of having an anniversary.
Weird how he was content to celebrate all his lasts not too long ago. ]
I'm getting kind of excited thinking about it. [ Even though it was just a couple of months ago? Feels like it's just around the corner already. ] What should we do for our first anniversary? Like, ice skating? Rock climbing? Pottery making?
I think of everything we do as a date. [ If Tatara's fingers weren't so busy (playing with Aguero's face) he would assume his silly thinking face, so he'll simply have to make do with folding his lips into a sagely frown, closing his eyes, and raising his brows in mock thought. ]
So, potentially infinite, depending on how you define a date. [ He pops open an eye, grinning where his mouth doesn't. ]
Greedy~. [ not that he minds, but his mind instantly goes to how to define a date before letting the thought go, at least for now. he might be a little too distracted now to do serious thinking and those irresistibly cute faces aren't helping. ]
Well we have to have a nap in the afternoon sun and dance too.
[ Hehe. Hehe! Tatara is greedy, and he would be the first to admit it, especially when it comes to Aguero. How long will it take before he realizes he and his boyfriend are essentially the same?
His fingers stop their little dance, and instead, he loops the arm around his neck. The smile shines in his eyes, his cheeks, his lips. ]
That's a given. But I think we'll always have time for naps and dancing.
Dancing. If you want me to nap you'll have to tire me out first.
[ he is very awake and more than a little stimulated, stopping short of leading them into a chain of kisses by placing a finger on tatara's lip (he wants to see how it feels in reverse, heh). his other arm accommodates the gentle shift in their positioning, finding it's way naturally around his boyfriend's waist. ]
[ Tatara, appropriately, gently sinks his teeth into the tip of Aguero's finger, and grins. Tire him out? Gladly. He shifts a little closer between his legs, but—
He hears the sound of the waves washing on the sand somewhere behind him, in the back of his mind, and a light flashes in his eyes. He sits up straighter, one of his hands lifts to gently pry Aguero's from his mouth, and he laces their fingers together. ]
Hey. [ He tugs on Aguero's hand to draw him a little closer to him, off the chair back. ] Can you make us breathe underwater?
[ oooh, the sensation of teeth on his finger is interesting and he hums in consideration. not bad, cute actually, like all of his boyfriend is. he obligingly lets tatara move him around though, giving a gentle squeeze to their hands when they're brought together.
it takes the actual question to redirect his attention, blue eyes brightening like the crest of a wave. ]
I can. [ by now he's fairly confident in his magic, but he also might have practiced this particular spell after their jaunt through western country. ]
Are you asking me for a dance in the ocean, Tatara?
[ he knows he is, but he wants to hear him say it. ]
[ With the brightening of Aguero's eyes, mischief sparkles in Tatara. Though, from what he says, he's pretty obvious what the request will be—there's no real reason for mischief. But it feels like a great secret, anyway. ]
Yeah!
[ He steps back off the chair, pulling Aguero with him, using whatever strength his noodle arms have to pull him flush to him. ]
I want to dance among the fishes and through the coral with you!
[ when it comes to aguero, those noodly arms are stronger than his own even with the blood of the great families in his veins. they move together, magnetic, a mischievous tilt to his smile as he stands and looks down at his boyfriend. ]
And what about our clothes? [ he's expecting to be reminded to enchant them, as he requested after their first dance, so he doesn't realize that there's an opportunity for real mischief if tatara is feeling particularly bold. ]
[ Tatara gazes up at Aguero, chest to chest; in contrast, he stares in awe, looking at the way the faint light filters through the fabric covering of the cabana and offers him a soft halo on his blue hair. ]
What about them? [ Said with that cheeky little innocence only his voice can produce. Aguero's shirt might be open, but Tatara's arms snake up through his shirt and he presses his hands to his back anyway. ] Should we take them off?
[ oh—the fingers that had settled around tatara's waist rap against the fabric of his shirt while aguero considers what he might have just gotten them into. that isn't what he meant, but as always he's not one to back down. the borrowed floppy hat though almost slides down off his head as he not quite fidgets, more sunlight falling across them both.
he'd love to use that as an excuse for why his cheeks are slightly pink, but even tropical sun doesn't cause sunburn that fast (he thinks). ]
We can. Do you want to? [ not that he's shy, but ostensibly they're in some degree of public. on the other hand, that makes it somewhat exciting. ]
[ Whatever Aguero might be thinking, it probably isn't exactly what Tatara has in mind, though the way his hands dance over Ageuro's torso and up to the shoulders of his shirt to gently nudge it off isn't helping his case. ]
Why not? [ He grins as the sun falls over him. His eyes squint partially out of joy, and partially because of how bright it is.
He'll tug off Aguero's shirt as far down as it'll go before reaching behind himself, grabbing at the back of his shirt collar. He doesn't pull yet, because he knows where Aguero's hands are, and he figures he can make this fun. ]
Are you gonna help me? [ said in the most cheeky manner possible, ]
[ "why not?" aguero can't think of a good enough reason to say no, let alone that he would bend the universe if it's something tatara wanted. he shrugs the rest of his shirt off, taking the time to recenter himself under the guise of practiced, careful folding.
his hands go right back where they were when he's done, though soon they're moving again to tug the rest of tatara's shirt off. he folds it with the same care, laying it next to his shirt, even if he's considerably more distracted now. they were standing chest to chest before, but now that they're both topless the contrast between them is more apparent to him.
he's always taken by how delicate his boyfriend looks like this, and how that always makes him feel a certain way. ]
Always. [ a belated answer, but his distraction is very real. all that's left is their bottoms then, so he'll move his hands to start helping out there too. ]
[ He shakes his head after his shirt leaves him, letting his well-behaved hair fall back into place. And when he looks up at Aguero again, hands now on his bare waist, he shivers. The joy and delight on his expression suddenly goes blank, his eyes wide and lips parted, frozen. At this point, though, Aguero knows this look—Tatara likes it, likes him, a lot, and isn't sure what to do with himself.
The hands at his shorts shock him out of it, though, and he jolts. Laughter peals from him again as he squirms, his face suddenly a bright, bright red. ]
We're taking it all off?! [ Oops, he wasn't exact enough. His hands come to rest on Aguero's chest, fingers digging lightly into his skin. ] What if someone sees?!
[ most of the time he admires that particular expression on his boyfriend's face, but today he leans in for a quick kiss so he can taste it too. the touch of their lips against one another never fails to warm his heart no matter what kind of mood he's in, and here he could use the extra support to smooth over his nerves.
or so he thinks.
ahh, this feels familiar. his cheeks flush brighter and he pauses, loops of string from the shorts wrapped around his fingers. ]
...that's not what you meant?
[ their bottoms are clothes too, his dumb expression says. oops x2. ]
[ The way his heart pounds and his cheeks burn as Aguero kisses him, plays with the cord on his shorts makes him feel like he did on that night, the first night, at the bar. A slight misunderstanding leaves them both teetering on the edge, and it's exhilarating.
Huh, the cold and observant part of him thinks—he thought moments like these would wear off, but here he is again. The next five hundred years are promising... ]
I might've been thinking of swim trunks...
[ He didn't bring any, obviously.
He admits this sheepishly, his giggle quiet and tickled and shy. Fingertips fidget on his chest. ]
I guess I wouldn't mind, so long as one besides you is looking...
[ he can say that so cooly while his cheeks are still red hot. it's a matter of privacy but also aguero really doesn't want to share.
he plays with the cord more while he wrestles with their sudden decision. this isn't something he would normally suggest either, but these last few days are supposed to be about wholly enjoying each other without anyone else in the way. and it's really hard not to want to ride this impulse out, like he has with so much else between them. ]
Only if you want to. And you can do mine first if that helps. [ his heart is still hammering away against his ribcage, but it's easy to put tatara first no matter what. ]
[ Oh. Wow. The threat is both alarming and attractive, and Tatara blinks for a second, taken by Aguero's sharp edges. This is the man who declared war on time and space for him...
Right, Aguero speaks, and they have a decision to make. He snaps out of his daze with a sharp breath. His hands drop to gently play at his waistband, and he thinks.
What does he want? He wants to dance with Aguero in the ocean, carefree, unburdened, to laugh with him and forget everything else...
He nods. ]
Let's do it. [ Despite his nerves, his voice is quiet and decisive, but smile brighter than the sun. His fingers dig into the waistband of Aguero's swim trunks and drags them down, past his hips, but slows when his arms reach full. ] Let's dance naked.
...we're not going to dance like this at our wedding, but we can still say that we're doing this for it in advance.
[ it wasn't until aguero heard it, but that's exactly what he wanted the answer to be. dancing together naked, something so crazy, ridiculous, surreal, just like their love and who they are together. just like how aguero feels when he wakes up in the morning with someone in his arms who accepts everything he is, but also pushes him to be more all while never letting go.
ahh, he's lost track of his words, his head, and everything else. everything else except his clothes, as his hands move to encourage tatara to fully slip his swim trunks off which he then steps out of.
now it's just him, a silly sunhat, a lingering blush, and the excitement he has fully on display (not that his trunks were hiding much with how pressed up against each other they have been). but that anticipation can keep for later, since while he wants tatara naked, it's a different type of love he wants to show him here. ]
I love you. [ always and forever, more and more with every breath he breathes. he looks down to coral, fingers finding their way where they were before, loosening string and undoing clasps. he's quite talented at undressing tatara now and here he has no reason to tease. ]
[ Despite being the one who connected the dots, the one who said it first, the one who leapt ahead and called this their honeymoon, Tatara's heart still skips a beat when he hears the word wedding coming from Aguero's lips. He feels like he's going to burst, like a star, or a firework, and he isn't sure if that's the sun or Aguero's love that pricks his skin.
It doesn't take a lot of encouraging to tug the trunks over his rear and let them drop to the sand; he laughs when he sees what's waiting for him beneath. That's joy, and slight bashfulness, because Aguero will soon learn, as his shorts drop, he feels much the same.
He steps forward to press them together, skin-to-skin, heart-to-heart, to feel him, but also to hide them, should anyone be looking. ]
I love you, too. [ He whispers. His chest aches and his whole body burns and he's never, ever felt this way before. He's all smiles and sunbursts as he gazes back up into his very own sky and he realizes, once they leave this land of magic behind, Aguero is going to be his entire world. Maybe, he already is.
For a second he stands on his toes, as though he's going to kiss him, but his hands quickly snap downward and his long, slender fingers snap around Aguero's wrists. With a laugh he steps back and tugs, and he'll break into a sprint towards the water if Aguero lets him. ]
[ aguero smiles when he catches sight of how much their bodies match even while naked (of course they do), some of his nervousness washing out to sea. as much as he knows this is a mutual spiral, he still worries that he's too much, given that his appetite has even surprised himself.
he makes a quick a mental note to spoil tatara later in appreciation before what he thinks will be a kiss, but finds himself being tugged along the sand instead. ]
Hey. [ not really a protest since he's still moving with tatara, but there is a pout on his face along with a quick flash of blue that floats up to hang in the sky. it's not until they step into the ocean that he puts up any kind of resistance because there's an order to these things. ]
You need to pay up for magic.
[ which is to say give him the kiss he was expecting to get before!!! less give more take actually, since aguero moves a hand under tatara's jaw to pull him upwards for one.
even though the saltwater is cooling his head and body, he's still just as demanding, oops. ]
[ It's okay, because Tatara will admit someday he really doesn't want any less.
He dashes ahead, sights set firmly on the wide expanse of water, and almost trips over himself and into the water when Aguero pulls back. But he rubber bands, somehow—he'll attribute it to magic, always—and somehow ends up pressed to Aguero again, the seasalt in the air keeping them together.
He only notices the hand on his jaw, the forceful hold after Aguero begins to devour him. There's a little sigh, breathed into his lips, because he melts, because he always feels so dizzy when Aguero does this to him. Ahh, he belongs to him, always, and how it coils hot in his gut when he gets a reminder. Payment or not, he wishes Aguero could eat him, anyway.
When he gets his chance Tatara throws his arms around Aguero's neck, bouncing on his toes (though the sand seems to keep him from getting too much height). Between kisses, he breathes— ]
[ rather than respond, aguero presses down for another kiss, this one deeper than the ones before. he wants his fill naturally, but also—when their lips part he finishes casting the spell with a decisive impero. his arms wrap around tatara just as his magic does, suffusing into him like he wishes he could do himself. somewhere in the emotion of it all he throws the floppy hat up and into his lighthouse so it doesn't get washed away. ]
Now I can. [ into the surf they go, aguero cradling his boyfriend, his soon to be fiance and future husband, like the treasure he is. ]
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he's obviously a little distracted when the question comes. ]
Mmmn. [ a pity he has to let tatara's fingers escape so he can respond. ]
Yeah, of course. I couldn't forget when I committed myself to you even if I wanted to. [ dates are fake but he definitely says the right one here, sometime in spring a few weeks after they all arrived. ]
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Weird how he was content to celebrate all his lasts not too long ago. ]
I'm getting kind of excited thinking about it. [ Even though it was just a couple of months ago? Feels like it's just around the corner already. ] What should we do for our first anniversary? Like, ice skating? Rock climbing? Pottery making?
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We can do all of those. [ it's a lot but isn't that just how they are nowadays? though- ]
I wonder how many dates we could fit into a single day.
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So, potentially infinite, depending on how you define a date. [ He pops open an eye, grinning where his mouth doesn't. ]
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Well we have to have a nap in the afternoon sun and dance too.
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His fingers stop their little dance, and instead, he loops the arm around his neck. The smile shines in his eyes, his cheeks, his lips. ]
That's a given. But I think we'll always have time for naps and dancing.
[ He thinks for a second. ]
Which one do you wanna do now?
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[ he is very awake and more than a little stimulated, stopping short of leading them into a chain of kisses by placing a finger on tatara's lip (he wants to see how it feels in reverse, heh). his other arm accommodates the gentle shift in their positioning, finding it's way naturally around his boyfriend's waist. ]
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He hears the sound of the waves washing on the sand somewhere behind him, in the back of his mind, and a light flashes in his eyes. He sits up straighter, one of his hands lifts to gently pry Aguero's from his mouth, and he laces their fingers together. ]
Hey. [ He tugs on Aguero's hand to draw him a little closer to him, off the chair back. ] Can you make us breathe underwater?
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it takes the actual question to redirect his attention, blue eyes brightening like the crest of a wave. ]
I can. [ by now he's fairly confident in his magic, but he also might have practiced this particular spell after their jaunt through western country. ]
Are you asking me for a dance in the ocean, Tatara?
[ he knows he is, but he wants to hear him say it. ]
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Yeah!
[ He steps back off the chair, pulling Aguero with him, using whatever strength his noodle arms have to pull him flush to him. ]
I want to dance among the fishes and through the coral with you!
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And what about our clothes? [ he's expecting to be reminded to enchant them, as he requested after their first dance, so he doesn't realize that there's an opportunity for real mischief if tatara is feeling particularly bold. ]
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What about them? [ Said with that cheeky little innocence only his voice can produce. Aguero's shirt might be open, but Tatara's arms snake up through his shirt and he presses his hands to his back anyway. ] Should we take them off?
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he'd love to use that as an excuse for why his cheeks are slightly pink, but even tropical sun doesn't cause sunburn that fast (he thinks). ]
We can. Do you want to? [ not that he's shy, but ostensibly they're in some degree of public. on the other hand, that makes it somewhat exciting. ]
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Why not? [ He grins as the sun falls over him. His eyes squint partially out of joy, and partially because of how bright it is.
He'll tug off Aguero's shirt as far down as it'll go before reaching behind himself, grabbing at the back of his shirt collar. He doesn't pull yet, because he knows where Aguero's hands are, and he figures he can make this fun. ]
Are you gonna help me? [ said in the most cheeky manner possible, ]
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his hands go right back where they were when he's done, though soon they're moving again to tug the rest of tatara's shirt off. he folds it with the same care, laying it next to his shirt, even if he's considerably more distracted now. they were standing chest to chest before, but now that they're both topless the contrast between them is more apparent to him.
he's always taken by how delicate his boyfriend looks like this, and how that always makes him feel a certain way. ]
Always. [ a belated answer, but his distraction is very real. all that's left is their bottoms then, so he'll move his hands to start helping out there too. ]
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The hands at his shorts shock him out of it, though, and he jolts. Laughter peals from him again as he squirms, his face suddenly a bright, bright red. ]
We're taking it all off?! [ Oops, he wasn't exact enough. His hands come to rest on Aguero's chest, fingers digging lightly into his skin. ] What if someone sees?!
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or so he thinks.
ahh, this feels familiar. his cheeks flush brighter and he pauses, loops of string from the shorts wrapped around his fingers. ]
...that's not what you meant?
[ their bottoms are clothes too, his dumb expression says. oops x2. ]
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Huh, the cold and observant part of him thinks—he thought moments like these would wear off, but here he is again. The next five hundred years are promising... ]
I might've been thinking of swim trunks...
[ He didn't bring any, obviously.
He admits this sheepishly, his giggle quiet and tickled and shy. Fingertips fidget on his chest. ]
I guess I wouldn't mind, so long as one besides you is looking...
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[ he can say that so cooly while his cheeks are still red hot. it's a matter of privacy but also aguero really doesn't want to share.
he plays with the cord more while he wrestles with their sudden decision. this isn't something he would normally suggest either, but these last few days are supposed to be about wholly enjoying each other without anyone else in the way. and it's really hard not to want to ride this impulse out, like he has with so much else between them. ]
Only if you want to. And you can do mine first if that helps. [ his heart is still hammering away against his ribcage, but it's easy to put tatara first no matter what. ]
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Right, Aguero speaks, and they have a decision to make. He snaps out of his daze with a sharp breath. His hands drop to gently play at his waistband, and he thinks.
What does he want? He wants to dance with Aguero in the ocean, carefree, unburdened, to laugh with him and forget everything else...
He nods. ]
Let's do it. [ Despite his nerves, his voice is quiet and decisive, but smile brighter than the sun. His fingers dig into the waistband of Aguero's swim trunks and drags them down, past his hips, but slows when his arms reach full. ] Let's dance naked.
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[ it wasn't until aguero heard it, but that's exactly what he wanted the answer to be. dancing together naked, something so crazy, ridiculous, surreal, just like their love and who they are together. just like how aguero feels when he wakes up in the morning with someone in his arms who accepts everything he is, but also pushes him to be more all while never letting go.
ahh, he's lost track of his words, his head, and everything else. everything else except his clothes, as his hands move to encourage tatara to fully slip his swim trunks off which he then steps out of.
now it's just him, a silly sunhat, a lingering blush, and the excitement he has fully on display (not that his trunks were hiding much with how pressed up against each other they have been). but that anticipation can keep for later, since while he wants tatara naked, it's a different type of love he wants to show him here. ]
I love you. [ always and forever, more and more with every breath he breathes. he looks down to coral, fingers finding their way where they were before, loosening string and undoing clasps. he's quite talented at undressing tatara now and here he has no reason to tease. ]
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It doesn't take a lot of encouraging to tug the trunks over his rear and let them drop to the sand; he laughs when he sees what's waiting for him beneath. That's joy, and slight bashfulness, because Aguero will soon learn, as his shorts drop, he feels much the same.
He steps forward to press them together, skin-to-skin, heart-to-heart, to feel him, but also to hide them, should anyone be looking. ]
I love you, too. [ He whispers. His chest aches and his whole body burns and he's never, ever felt this way before. He's all smiles and sunbursts as he gazes back up into his very own sky and he realizes, once they leave this land of magic behind, Aguero is going to be his entire world. Maybe, he already is.
For a second he stands on his toes, as though he's going to kiss him, but his hands quickly snap downward and his long, slender fingers snap around Aguero's wrists. With a laugh he steps back and tugs, and he'll break into a sprint towards the water if Aguero lets him. ]
Hurry!
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he makes a quick a mental note to spoil tatara later in appreciation before what he thinks will be a kiss, but finds himself being tugged along the sand instead. ]
Hey. [ not really a protest since he's still moving with tatara, but there is a pout on his face along with a quick flash of blue that floats up to hang in the sky. it's not until they step into the ocean that he puts up any kind of resistance because there's an order to these things. ]
You need to pay up for magic.
[ which is to say give him the kiss he was expecting to get before!!! less give more take actually, since aguero moves a hand under tatara's jaw to pull him upwards for one.
even though the saltwater is cooling his head and body, he's still just as demanding, oops. ]
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He dashes ahead, sights set firmly on the wide expanse of water, and almost trips over himself and into the water when Aguero pulls back. But he rubber bands, somehow—he'll attribute it to magic, always—and somehow ends up pressed to Aguero again, the seasalt in the air keeping them together.
He only notices the hand on his jaw, the forceful hold after Aguero begins to devour him. There's a little sigh, breathed into his lips, because he melts, because he always feels so dizzy when Aguero does this to him. Ahh, he belongs to him, always, and how it coils hot in his gut when he gets a reminder. Payment or not, he wishes Aguero could eat him, anyway.
When he gets his chance Tatara throws his arms around Aguero's neck, bouncing on his toes (though the sand seems to keep him from getting too much height). Between kisses, he breathes— ]
Can you carry me in?
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Now I can. [ into the surf they go, aguero cradling his boyfriend, his soon to be fiance and future husband, like the treasure he is. ]
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