...you can have it every night, at least. [ have they slept apart since that time on the couch? if so, maybe rarely; then this is his formal proclamation that they'll sleep together every night going forward. if not; this is him reaffirming it for the both of them.
the wiggling and the fingers on his chest kinda tickle, enough that he rides the impulse to kiss his boyfriend on the forehead. ]
Yeah. I want to give you something for when we're apart. Something you can feel and carry with you to remind you of me.
I've given you some things already but— [ yes, only some. ] this one would be special.
[ They probably haven't. Maybe there's been a late night here and there where Tatara came to bed after Khun's woken up, but rarely. At least, their mornings are probably shared, to some extent.
More of him eases at the prospect of more gifts, but not for the obvious reason. He withdraws his hand to gently grasp whatever wrist he can of Khun's, and then guides it under his own shirt, to his heart, in an imitation of what Khun just did to him. ]
More special than the love you've planted in my heart and all the memories you've given me already? Than the azure you've injected into my life?
[ He says this with a light tease. He'll never say no to anything Khun wants to give him, of course. He just can't think of anything more precious, more of a reminder of Khun than that. ]
[ mmn. whatever lingering negative energy he had from his own feelings around the northern return disappear just like that, under the feel of his boyfriend's heart beneath his fingertips. aguero knows that he loves him, but the physical reminder of it still manages to take his breath away. ]
That sounds like you're asking me to compete with myself, Tatara. As amazing as I am [ he doesn't say this seriously, a tease of his own. ] that's almost impossible.
But for you—I'll do it. [ I'll do anything. ] Evaluate me when the time comes, not now. I'm the cheater, not you.
[ can he pull his boyfriend even closer? he's certainly going to try. ]
[ Then he'll feel the way all of him shudders with laughter, pressed close like this. His laugh rings quiet in the otherwise empty room. ]
Aww... But I came straight here once I was done, I didn't have anything else to wear...
[ you suggest he climb in shirtless—
Still, in his mind, he thinks—present Aguero will always, always win over past Aguero. How he feels for him now will always, always be stronger than how he felt in the past. ]
[ did he come straight here? that was pretty obvious but aguero didn't put that together until now. he's peppering him with kisses for that, wherever he can reach as his heart soars, in beat with tatara's laughter. ]
Well you look really cute in it, so you can have it~. [ not that he wouldn't give him anything and everything already. ]
[ Every press of his lips causes his skin to tingle, and it just prolongs his laughter. If this is Aguero's devious plan to keep him laughing, then it's working.
He won't push him away, though. Even if it does seem like it's tickling him.
Between laughs— ]
Does this mean I have to give your other shirts back?
[ There's that look on Tatara's face again, wide-eyed and almost curious. Though Aguero would know by now that this otherwise blank look on his face means he likes it. ]
Hey. [ Wherever Tatara's hands were before, they now slink up to wrap around his boyfriend's neck. He presses his chest to him and says quietly, ]
[ aguero's in turn find their way downward, gripping his boyfriend's hips; protectively, possessively. blue looks down at coral, taking in everything in his arms. ]
You're mine. [ repeated, this time with a sigh, a release. there's no coming back now that he's said it like this, one of his edges sharpening to a sheen; blue making way to purple. ]
[ The way Aguero says it, the way he sighs it causes a shiver to course through Tatara's spine. He almost gasps himself, a quiet exhale of breath as his lips part. His face is flushed deep, coral entranced on the ocean. ]
I belong to you. [ He whispers this in all the sincerity he can muster. ] Khun Aguero Agnis.
[ ...there really is no coming back from this, and with the added weight of his full name— ]
Then— [ he kisses what's his long and deep; an undercurrent of want in the usual ways, but hotter, bubbling up like a geyser from the vastness of the sea. his eyes might be entirely purple at this point, blue subsumed in a flash of lightning.
they're already in bed so it's easy to make his intentions known, hand sliding down to grab his boyfriend's ass hard. not that it isn't obvious with their bodies flush up against each other already, his dick straining against his boxers. ]
I'll have you now.
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[ He knows it's coming. He can feel it in his heart and in his groin and in the way Aguero looks at him and touches him and speaks to him and yet it does not fail to draw a sharp inhale of breath from him. For a moment, he sees sparks behind his eyelids, drawn from the pressure on his own dick, and before he knows it he's pressing himself flush up against his boyfriend.
He wants him. So bad. And the feeling is as fresh as the first night they spent together. ]
No one's stopping you. [ He murmurs with a throatiness that could almost be heard as a groan. Almost. ] Take me.
[ that's all he needs to hear. actually that might be the last thing he hears, what with that sound tatara makes.
he'll take what's his, all of it. his wanton lust, his love, his need, his desire to be possessive all spill over. he's always held some part of him back when they've fucked, but he can't any longer. he gives himself over to everything he is at his core, no longer worrying if it's too much for himself, let alone for his lover. he needs and wants tatara so deeply, and he needs to sear that into his body and memory.
. . .
and after, he'll hold what's his close, against his heart, wrapped wholly and completely as he falls asleep into a different kind of bliss. usually he's a light sleeper, even after they've made love, but here he's completely spent. has he ever been so satisfied in his life? no.
he didn't even know feeling this at peace was possible. ]
Tatara is also spent, his heart full and all of him sore in the best possible way. He isn't exactly at what point he began to melt beneath Aguero's heat, but at the moment, this is the only state he can think of himself in. Total putty, soft, and at peace in his arms.
The shock of the day hasn't been completely fucked from his brains, though, and it lingers somewhere in him still. Even as he lays here, content, he can feel something react in him. A stray tear, unwilling, escapes his eye, and he wipes it away.
Whether or not Aguero sleeps he doesn't care. He murmurs, his voice cracked and hoarse. ]
I wish I were a wizard... [ His fingers dig gently into Aguero's skin. ] I would eat your mana stones and carry a part of you around with me forever...
[ However long that might be, for him, specifically.
He sighs, his heart beginning to ache for different reasons. How did he find himself, here, in the arms of someone blue, someone he's beginning to feel so irrevocably attached to? ]
[ he stirs a little, not really awake but not entirely asleep with the combination of touch and words tickling against him. there's no way he can grasp what tatara is saying but he can pick up that his boyfriend wants something.
what a pity he's not, but maybe it's for the better. he has a few more things he wants to prove first, for himself. for now he answers the fuzzy shapes as much as he can feel them. ]
Of course. [ he nestles closer, holding his love against his heart where he belongs. ] Me too. [ "I need you to live." ]
He doesn't know how long their path is, and he doesn't know how much time there is. But he knows he wants Aguero by his side until the end, whenever that may be, and he wants to get there with their hands entwined. ]
Me, too. [ Tatara parrots quietly, unsure of what part Aguero's agreeing with, but it doesn't matter.
Implications, again, lost on him.
With a soft sigh, he closes his eyes, and lets slumber take him. ]
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the wiggling and the fingers on his chest kinda tickle, enough that he rides the impulse to kiss his boyfriend on the forehead. ]
Yeah. I want to give you something for when we're apart. Something you can feel and carry with you to remind you of me.
I've given you some things already but— [ yes, only some. ] this one would be special.
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More of him eases at the prospect of more gifts, but not for the obvious reason. He withdraws his hand to gently grasp whatever wrist he can of Khun's, and then guides it under his own shirt, to his heart, in an imitation of what Khun just did to him. ]
More special than the love you've planted in my heart and all the memories you've given me already? Than the azure you've injected into my life?
[ He says this with a light tease. He'll never say no to anything Khun wants to give him, of course. He just can't think of anything more precious, more of a reminder of Khun than that. ]
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That sounds like you're asking me to compete with myself, Tatara. As amazing as I am [ he doesn't say this seriously, a tease of his own. ] that's almost impossible.
But for you—I'll do it. [ I'll do anything. ] Evaluate me when the time comes, not now. I'm the cheater, not you.
[ can he pull his boyfriend even closer? he's certainly going to try. ]
Even if you've stolen one of my shirts.
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Aww... But I came straight here once I was done, I didn't have anything else to wear...
[ you suggest he climb in shirtless—
Still, in his mind, he thinks—present Aguero will always, always win over past Aguero. How he feels for him now will always, always be stronger than how he felt in the past. ]
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Well you look really cute in it, so you can have it~. [ not that he wouldn't give him anything and everything already. ]
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He won't push him away, though. Even if it does seem like it's tickling him.
Between laughs— ]
Does this mean I have to give your other shirts back?
[ He has a small collection, ]
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No. I like how you look in my things, cause it shows that your mine.
[ things he was holding himself back on ever saying, but tatara has been encouraging him otherwise so... he's finally given in. oops. ]
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Hey. [ Wherever Tatara's hands were before, they now slink up to wrap around his boyfriend's neck. He presses his chest to him and says quietly, ]
Can you say that again?
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You're mine. [ repeated, this time with a sigh, a release. there's no coming back now that he's said it like this, one of his edges sharpening to a sheen; blue making way to purple. ]
Tatara Totsuka belongs to me.
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I belong to you. [ He whispers this in all the sincerity he can muster. ] Khun Aguero Agnis.
nsfw ;
Then— [ he kisses what's his long and deep; an undercurrent of want in the usual ways, but hotter, bubbling up like a geyser from the vastness of the sea. his eyes might be entirely purple at this point, blue subsumed in a flash of lightning.
they're already in bed so it's easy to make his intentions known, hand sliding down to grab his boyfriend's ass hard. not that it isn't obvious with their bodies flush up against each other already, his dick straining against his boxers. ]
I'll have you now.
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He wants him. So bad. And the feeling is as fresh as the first night they spent together. ]
No one's stopping you. [ He murmurs with a throatiness that could almost be heard as a groan. Almost. ] Take me.
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he'll take what's his, all of it. his wanton lust, his love, his need, his desire to be possessive all spill over. he's always held some part of him back when they've fucked, but he can't any longer. he gives himself over to everything he is at his core, no longer worrying if it's too much for himself, let alone for his lover. he needs and wants tatara so deeply, and he needs to sear that into his body and memory.
. . .
and after, he'll hold what's his close, against his heart, wrapped wholly and completely as he falls asleep into a different kind of bliss. usually he's a light sleeper, even after they've made love, but here he's completely spent. has he ever been so satisfied in his life? no.
he didn't even know feeling this at peace was possible. ]
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Tatara is also spent, his heart full and all of him sore in the best possible way. He isn't exactly at what point he began to melt beneath Aguero's heat, but at the moment, this is the only state he can think of himself in. Total putty, soft, and at peace in his arms.
The shock of the day hasn't been completely fucked from his brains, though, and it lingers somewhere in him still. Even as he lays here, content, he can feel something react in him. A stray tear, unwilling, escapes his eye, and he wipes it away.
Whether or not Aguero sleeps he doesn't care. He murmurs, his voice cracked and hoarse. ]
I wish I were a wizard... [ His fingers dig gently into Aguero's skin. ] I would eat your mana stones and carry a part of you around with me forever...
[ However long that might be, for him, specifically.
He sighs, his heart beginning to ache for different reasons. How did he find himself, here, in the arms of someone blue, someone he's beginning to feel so irrevocably attached to? ]
Maybe I would have to settle for a necklace...
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and as always, aguero wants to give it to him. ]
Mmn?
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So instead— ]
I need you to live, Aguero. [ He'll bury his face in his chest again, his words now muffled into his skin. ] I'll always walk with you.
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what a pity he's not, but maybe it's for the better. he has a few more things he wants to prove first, for himself. for now he answers the fuzzy shapes as much as he can feel them. ]
Of course. [ he nestles closer, holding his love against his heart where he belongs. ] Me too. [ "I need you to live." ]
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He doesn't know how long their path is, and he doesn't know how much time there is. But he knows he wants Aguero by his side until the end, whenever that may be, and he wants to get there with their hands entwined. ]
Me, too. [ Tatara parrots quietly, unsure of what part Aguero's agreeing with, but it doesn't matter.
Implications, again, lost on him.
With a soft sigh, he closes his eyes, and lets slumber take him. ]