[ 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. ]
[ The impero hovering over his lips sends a shiver down Tatara's spine. He peels his eyes open, drunk on the salt in the air and on the feeling of Aguero's muscles beneath his fingertips, and he's so, so overcome by his love. He scarcely notices his big floppy hat being tossed into the lighthouse. ]
Wah!
[ With a joyful yelp he settles into Aguero's arms, his feet kicking in the air. He remembers the last time they did this, in the City of Affluence, and he slowly decides he's starting to like the West. ]
I think this is my favorite view~ [ He teases, and by that he means Aguero's face, while in his arms...
It's still the beginning of summer, so the water isn't all that warmed up yet. Tatara instinctively holds his breath as the water rises past his rear and to his waist, his shoulders, over him, but he quite literally trusts his boyfriend with his life. So, in a show of faith, he inhales...and when his lungs fill with air, a grin bursts across his face and he holds him tighter.
Sunlight filters through the water as they walk deeper in, and in the distance loom the remnants of what might have once been a city, sunk long ago, dark jagged shapes silhouetted by the summer sun above.
Tatara, though, doesn't seem to notice. The coral of his own eyes, matching several blossoms of the same growing from the ocean floor, rests firmly on the blue of Aguero's. His feet kick again, a quiet sign that he's okay to be let down whenever his boyfriend is ready. ]
[ by the time they're fully submerged, aguero's mostly forgotten that they're stark naked; the water is like a blanket and now that they're down on the seafloor, anything that happens should be between them and the fish. so he's surprised when he catches sight of the ruins, the blue of his eyes bright and alert from the sunshine filtering into the deep.
he gently puts tatara down, managing to only get slightly distracted by the coral that matches their environment. ]
Does Western Country have mermaids? [ in the vein of: is he going to need to make some merfolk blind and also immediately in protective mode as he grabs his boyfriend's hand tightly. ]
[ Oh, it's strange, but delightful—the weightlessness of water almost feels like air, but it's different. He doesn't even need to fully plant his feet down when Aguero lets him go, so as he grips his shoulders he's a little taller than usual, eyes peering up into the sharp edges of his face. ]
Does it matter? [ Tatara chuckles, not really caring about other possible eyes down here. He doesn't know if there are mermaids (there are), but he also isn't devoting any of his brain space to the question.
Whatever hand that isn't being held, he gently places on Aguero's cheek, to keep him focused on him. He watches the way the blue of his hair dances in the currents and he decides there's only one mermaid here, and it's Aguero, and Aguero is his. ]
Of course it— [ there goes that train of thought, with tatara placing his hand on his cheek. he flushes slightly even now, given the intimacy of the gesture. as much as he's accepted that his boyfriend will still have a knack for disarming him, he's still not built up any immunity to it.
honestly, it's better that he hasn't, because it means they'll always slot together this way. perfectly.
aguero breathes out, bubbles and (most) of his worries floating up and away to the surface. ]
Alright. But no one's allowed to see you like this besides me and the fish. [ actually, he wants to see the fish considering he's always had a fondness for marine life but he hasn't quite settled yet from his self-inflicted bristling. ]
[ Oh, he loves that color, especially now, here, at the bottom of the sea. If he could take a dash of blue of his hair or his eyes or the water itself it'd be purple, like when they mesh together.
When Aguero's claws retract (he would never say his edges soften, because he never wants that to happen, because his sharp edges is what makes him shine) Tatara's grin widens. He wreathes his arms around his neck, ready, whenever, to dance. ]
And if a fish stares too hard, we can just have it for dinner, right? [ He's pretty sure Aguero doesn't need a fishing rod to catch fish. ] You're the emperor of these seas, I'm pretty sure.
[ aguero can't help but laugh a bit at the fish comment, his hands settling around tatara's waist with the movement. ]
Mmhmm. And the Tower, eventually. [ a ridiculous boast but one he makes confidently because of present company. he really does feel like it's the truth now, for better or worse. ]
Are you warm enough? [ the sea is still cool, especially on the bottom, but he's added a warmth spell on top of the general underwater enchantment for their comfort. ]
[ If there's one thing Tatara wants now, in life, it's to be by Aguero's side when he takes the Tower. The confidence, the hands at his waist, send a shiver down his spine. He isn't all looks. It's everything else, too. ]
Mm-hmm. [ Tatara presses all of himself up against Aguero, his face just hovering inches from his. He smiles into the blue of his his eyes, fingers dance in the ends of his longer hair. It's hot, almost, but it's not like he can tell if he's sweating underwater like this— ]
I want to know what kind of dance you'll pull me into. [ He says this like a dare—the last time, he was the one that dragged Aguero through the streets, lovestruck and hopelessly infatuated and surrounded by a captive audience. But now it's just them, naked. Whatever his boyfriend—fiance—wants to do, he'll do it. ]
[ only tatara could master the art of tempting him from himself with himself. later aguero tells himself, even if the feelings of their bodies pressed together makes him want to devour his soon to be fiancee. ]
I think you like it when I show off. [ actually, aguero knows this to be true but it's more fun to tease in his own way, even if the lilt in his voice speaks to the truth. he leans in for a not-so-quick kiss first, a bite, to hold him over until later before he starts.
hands still on his hips, he lifts up tatara with poise and purpose, the beginning of a bolero to stoke the fire in both of them. ]
[ The long kiss, the bite is enough to lower Tatara's guard for a brief second, to make the rest of him feel light like he's floating, to erase every thought that isn't about Aguero. ]
Oh—!
[ So when he's lifted up, he gives a quiet squeak of surprise at first, before devolving into giggles. His flaxen hair dances around him, untethered, and he beams like the sun.
Fingers dig into Aguero's shoulders, and he kicks his feet slowly, in surprise. Out of the corner of his eye, he swears he sees more fish swimming around them than there were before. ]
I'd say "get used to it", but that's the opposite of what I want. [ tatara is aguero's sun, his shining light and warmth. there might be something to be said about how the sun deserves worship, and though aguero wouldn't put it in so many words, the devotion and showsmanship is doubtlessly the same.
accordingly, he whispers his magical words into the sea to give them the backdrop they deserve. ]
I want to always sweep you off your feet. [ in beat to the music he guides tatara down, beginning the steps of their dance proper. he'd say "follow me" if his eyes weren't, and if he didn't already trust that his boyfriend at this point, would no matter what he asked of him. ]
[ Tatara's grin spreads wider, wider still. He wonders if things will ever get old or predictable with Aguero, but considering how fun and lively and exciting life was with Homra...he has a feeling that might not be the case.
The music starts, and they begin to dance, and any cheekiness he might've had on his face quickly evaporates into the water. He doesn't need to understand the words to feel the love Aguero puts into it; his heart beats faster, catching on his throat, and he gazes up at his sky with wide, wide eyes.
He probably would have tripped if they were on land, so the weightlessness of the water saves him. He falls in step with his lead, almost effortlessly. ]
You have done, every day since the day I met you. [ Colorful dashes of fish catch the corner of his eye, the creatures curious over the display of magic. ] I'm not sure how you keep doing it.
This is who I am. [ relentless, unbowed, too much. ] I couldn't change it, even if I wanted to.
But you've never asked me to, even when maybe you should have. Even when I made a mess before we were dating. [ a turn leads them into a dip, a dazzle of color as more fish come to swarm around them. the tempo of a bolero isn't fast, but it doesn't need to be. like aguero, like the sky, you can get lost in it before you realize. ]
That's when I knew I wanted you in a way that I've never felt before. And I've only wanted you more and more each day. I'm thankful to this world for letting us meet, but soon I'll be able to make you entirely mine.
[ that's what this dance is, not lovesick or full of whimsy, but alluring, seductive, and inevitable. ]
[ For a moment, when Tatara is dipped in Aguero's arms, when the colorful school of fish swirls around them, when the rays of sunlight far above beam through the waves and give Aguero the crown he so, so deserves, Tatara forgets to breathe. His majesty, his effortlessness, the brilliant shine on all his edges steal his heart and he falls in love with him all over again.
Coral eyes gaze up wide, framed by the coral dotting the sand beneath them. He never wants Aguero to be anything but himself. He doesn't think negatively of his mess. He thanks the world and he thanks the moon.
He tilts his head, and gently cups his cheek. ]
I couldn't ask for anything else. [ He isn't sure how to put into words the way his heart beats so painfully in his chest. He isn't sure what to do with this flood of emotion, one that's familiar, something he's felt before, but never this intense. Were they not in the water, would he be tearing up? ] I want to be yours. I will give everything that I am to you. I will devote my entire life to you, Aguero.
[ Tatara, as he always does, sees the open maws and walks right in. He is allured and seduced, fully. ]
Me too. [ that he'll give everything, that he promises. he leads tatara into a long winding twirl, like their future will be. ]
I'm going to say that to you properly when we're no longer in this world, you know. [ he doesn't know yet what will become of his magic, but even if it stays with him, he's willing to break that taboo without a second thought. it's not like his magic should actually be in danger regardless, because aguero knows how he feels and nothing will ever change that. ]
I'd say it now if we weren't where we are, doing what we are, just in case of a technicality. The spirits could think I haven't given you everything of mine since you haven't stolen all my t-shirts yet. [ a smirk, bright and sharp. woe to anyone who tries to come between them, because they won't be getting out alive. ]
[ His trust rests so fully in Aguero's—Aguero's everything that he would have been content with a lifetime of never hearing a promise from his lips, because he knows how he is and he knows he likes to keep his word anyway, regardless of the formality in the word.
But he knows he's not like that. And that he decides to push boundaries, his own or otherwise, is what takes his breath away.
For now, though, Tatara throws his head back and holds tighter, his laugh bright and colorful like all the fish that have joined their dance. ]
You make it sound like I should steal all your shirts when we get back! [ He pulls himself up from the dip, closer to Aguero's face. ] Can I?
Only if I get to take them all off of you personally. [ not that he would ever say no to tatara, but there's something about seeing his boyfriend in his own clothes that riles him up every time. just like how seeing him laugh always makes aguero want to catch that burst of light himself, and with their current tempo, it's easy to taste his lips while still guiding them along the seafloor.
he stops himself, or rather decides to save the rest of the thoughts that are bubbling up for later given that he can't act on them now more than he already has. tatara can see that particular spark in his eyes though, the one reserved just for him. ]
[ How is it that Tatara can stay together? How is he not melting in Aguero's arms, dissolving into the sea and becoming a part of the magic that permeates this world? Aguero's kisses undo him, slowly, and soon he's going to forget about the ocean and the underwater ruins and the fishes that dance around them. ]
How else are they going to get off? [ He teases, when he has a moment to breathe. Because he genuinely would not have it any other way.
He tightens his arms around his neck, arcs his bare chest into his. He's so warm, like fire. Or maybe that's the spark of his lightning. ]
We should dance to the hotel.
[ Because he knows—they both know that they won't be able to keep themselves from each other much longer. He knows how this dance ends. He knows, and loves, that particular spark in his eyes. And he knows they have a very big, very soft, very warm bed waiting for them in their room. ]
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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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Wah!
[ With a joyful yelp he settles into Aguero's arms, his feet kicking in the air. He remembers the last time they did this, in the City of Affluence, and he slowly decides he's starting to like the West. ]
I think this is my favorite view~ [ He teases, and by that he means Aguero's face, while in his arms...
It's still the beginning of summer, so the water isn't all that warmed up yet. Tatara instinctively holds his breath as the water rises past his rear and to his waist, his shoulders, over him, but he quite literally trusts his boyfriend with his life. So, in a show of faith, he inhales...and when his lungs fill with air, a grin bursts across his face and he holds him tighter.
Sunlight filters through the water as they walk deeper in, and in the distance loom the remnants of what might have once been a city, sunk long ago, dark jagged shapes silhouetted by the summer sun above.
Tatara, though, doesn't seem to notice. The coral of his own eyes, matching several blossoms of the same growing from the ocean floor, rests firmly on the blue of Aguero's. His feet kick again, a quiet sign that he's okay to be let down whenever his boyfriend is ready. ]
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he gently puts tatara down, managing to only get slightly distracted by the coral that matches their environment. ]
Does Western Country have mermaids? [ in the vein of: is he going to need to make some merfolk blind and also immediately in protective mode as he grabs his boyfriend's hand tightly. ]
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Does it matter? [ Tatara chuckles, not really caring about other possible eyes down here. He doesn't know if there are mermaids (there are), but he also isn't devoting any of his brain space to the question.
Whatever hand that isn't being held, he gently places on Aguero's cheek, to keep him focused on him. He watches the way the blue of his hair dances in the currents and he decides there's only one mermaid here, and it's Aguero, and Aguero is his. ]
This place is just for us.
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honestly, it's better that he hasn't, because it means they'll always slot together this way. perfectly.
aguero breathes out, bubbles and (most) of his worries floating up and away to the surface. ]
Alright. But no one's allowed to see you like this besides me and the fish. [ actually, he wants to see the fish considering he's always had a fondness for marine life but he hasn't quite settled yet from his self-inflicted bristling. ]
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When Aguero's claws retract (he would never say his edges soften, because he never wants that to happen, because his sharp edges is what makes him shine) Tatara's grin widens. He wreathes his arms around his neck, ready, whenever, to dance. ]
And if a fish stares too hard, we can just have it for dinner, right? [ He's pretty sure Aguero doesn't need a fishing rod to catch fish. ] You're the emperor of these seas, I'm pretty sure.
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Mmhmm. And the Tower, eventually. [ a ridiculous boast but one he makes confidently because of present company. he really does feel like it's the truth now, for better or worse. ]
Are you warm enough? [ the sea is still cool, especially on the bottom, but he's added a warmth spell on top of the general underwater enchantment for their comfort. ]
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Mm-hmm. [ Tatara presses all of himself up against Aguero, his face just hovering inches from his. He smiles into the blue of his his eyes, fingers dance in the ends of his longer hair. It's hot, almost, but it's not like he can tell if he's sweating underwater like this— ]
I want to know what kind of dance you'll pull me into. [ He says this like a dare—the last time, he was the one that dragged Aguero through the streets, lovestruck and hopelessly infatuated and surrounded by a captive audience. But now it's just them, naked. Whatever his boyfriend—fiance—wants to do, he'll do it. ]
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I think you like it when I show off. [ actually, aguero knows this to be true but it's more fun to tease in his own way, even if the lilt in his voice speaks to the truth. he leans in for a not-so-quick kiss first, a bite, to hold him over until later before he starts.
hands still on his hips, he lifts up tatara with poise and purpose, the beginning of a bolero to stoke the fire in both of them. ]
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Oh—!
[ So when he's lifted up, he gives a quiet squeak of surprise at first, before devolving into giggles. His flaxen hair dances around him, untethered, and he beams like the sun.
Fingers dig into Aguero's shoulders, and he kicks his feet slowly, in surprise. Out of the corner of his eye, he swears he sees more fish swimming around them than there were before. ]
I think I do.
[ A challenge: impress me.
Not that that would be difficult, though. ]
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accordingly, he whispers his magical words into the sea to give them the backdrop they deserve. ]
I want to always sweep you off your feet. [ in beat to the music he guides tatara down, beginning the steps of their dance proper. he'd say "follow me" if his eyes weren't, and if he didn't already trust that his boyfriend at this point, would no matter what he asked of him. ]
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The music starts, and they begin to dance, and any cheekiness he might've had on his face quickly evaporates into the water. He doesn't need to understand the words to feel the love Aguero puts into it; his heart beats faster, catching on his throat, and he gazes up at his sky with wide, wide eyes.
He probably would have tripped if they were on land, so the weightlessness of the water saves him. He falls in step with his lead, almost effortlessly. ]
You have done, every day since the day I met you. [ Colorful dashes of fish catch the corner of his eye, the creatures curious over the display of magic. ] I'm not sure how you keep doing it.
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But you've never asked me to, even when maybe you should have. Even when I made a mess before we were dating. [ a turn leads them into a dip, a dazzle of color as more fish come to swarm around them. the tempo of a bolero isn't fast, but it doesn't need to be. like aguero, like the sky, you can get lost in it before you realize. ]
That's when I knew I wanted you in a way that I've never felt before. And I've only wanted you more and more each day. I'm thankful to this world for letting us meet, but soon I'll be able to make you entirely mine.
[ that's what this dance is, not lovesick or full of whimsy, but alluring, seductive, and inevitable. ]
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Coral eyes gaze up wide, framed by the coral dotting the sand beneath them. He never wants Aguero to be anything but himself. He doesn't think negatively of his mess. He thanks the world and he thanks the moon.
He tilts his head, and gently cups his cheek. ]
I couldn't ask for anything else. [ He isn't sure how to put into words the way his heart beats so painfully in his chest. He isn't sure what to do with this flood of emotion, one that's familiar, something he's felt before, but never this intense. Were they not in the water, would he be tearing up? ] I want to be yours. I will give everything that I am to you. I will devote my entire life to you, Aguero.
[ Tatara, as he always does, sees the open maws and walks right in. He is allured and seduced, fully. ]
That, I promise.
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I'm going to say that to you properly when we're no longer in this world, you know. [ he doesn't know yet what will become of his magic, but even if it stays with him, he's willing to break that taboo without a second thought. it's not like his magic should actually be in danger regardless, because aguero knows how he feels and nothing will ever change that. ]
I'd say it now if we weren't where we are, doing what we are, just in case of a technicality. The spirits could think I haven't given you everything of mine since you haven't stolen all my t-shirts yet. [ a smirk, bright and sharp. woe to anyone who tries to come between them, because they won't be getting out alive. ]
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But he knows he's not like that. And that he decides to push boundaries, his own or otherwise, is what takes his breath away.
For now, though, Tatara throws his head back and holds tighter, his laugh bright and colorful like all the fish that have joined their dance. ]
You make it sound like I should steal all your shirts when we get back! [ He pulls himself up from the dip, closer to Aguero's face. ] Can I?
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he stops himself, or rather decides to save the rest of the thoughts that are bubbling up for later given that he can't act on them now more than he already has. tatara can see that particular spark in his eyes though, the one reserved just for him. ]
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How else are they going to get off? [ He teases, when he has a moment to breathe. Because he genuinely would not have it any other way.
He tightens his arms around his neck, arcs his bare chest into his. He's so warm, like fire. Or maybe that's the spark of his lightning. ]
We should dance to the hotel.
[ Because he knows—they both know that they won't be able to keep themselves from each other much longer. He knows how this dance ends. He knows, and loves, that particular spark in his eyes. And he knows they have a very big, very soft, very warm bed waiting for them in their room. ]