[ 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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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. ]