[ tenn's fingers glide through his hair and carve through his thoughts, leaving behind the affectionate impression of light and heat. like staring at something a little too bright for a little too long. ryuu shakes his head gently in his grasp, cheeks radiant with color - he's never seen him like this before, but his synchrony would give him away even if tenn hadn't sensed it of his own accord, sharp as always: it's better. better than anything he could have imagined on his own. his smile comes hushed on his features as tenn draws him in and he ducks his head to press his face into the side of his neck. he places his lips there, catching the fiery glint of his ruby out of the corner of his eye. ]
Yeah. You're beautiful.
[ he means it, pressing the words into his skin. in truth, tenn doesn't have to work very hard to figure out how to touch him. every squeeze of his thighs and grind of his hips makes his groin jolt pleasantly, the sensation fizzling tightly in his belly. how attracted he is to him now that they're standing on this edge emerges physically in the swelling shape of him, heavy and aching beneath his waistband. his hips cant up between tenn's thighs to give him a taste of what he's doing, letting him feel him through his clothes first.
it's hot, and his skin is tingling - ryuu leans back, rolling his light morning cover-up off his shoulders first. he wants more, but if he doesn't try to take it at least a little slow, all his stamina might not amount to anything. ]
( he hasn't... well, he can't say that this was some kind of unfortunate side effect of unintentional movements. no, it's exactly what he's been looking and feeling for with the underside of his thighs. something that stirs and forces further coloration of his cheeks, that perhaps he's taking it too far? or that he's never taken it far enough, and that they've both wanted this and yet tenn has always pushed those thoughts away. a fear of these desires that could derail his progress, throw TRIGGER into a spiral, and perhaps never allow for a recovery.
his thoughts are always racing. sometimes, they're exactly what is needed. right now? they're not.
it's not that ryuu's compliment is being questioned. no, it's... he knows that ryuu's always thought that. but for him to say it here, it makes his heart swell among other things, and tenn has to remember to breathe in the presence of someone so handsome and that is all his on this special day. )
Okay.
( he can barely whisper. tenn doesn't want to move at first, but slowly does. leaning back, he can get a better look. appreciate who he's with! love who he's with, with his eyes. )
[ in truth, he's also a little reluctant to let tenn stray too far from him. but his weight is still on his legs by the time he pulls back, and ryuu uses to space to shrug off his cover-up and let it pool behind him. his shirt comes next, hems peeled up from his hips and thrown over his head in a motion that seems both too fast and too slow. that taste of air on his skin makes him shiver a little despite feeling so warm, and for now he stops there, leaving his sweatpants where they are. it's his turn to let his breath empty from his lungs, shortly and yet carefully - he has those thoughts too. maybe moreso than ever, what it means to chase his desires, how they might ripple out and affect so many others besides just himself.
but looking at tenn, he can't feel anything other than a sweeping sense of pride and joy, of comfort. doubt eases, thoughts soften. whatever they do, he knows it'll only make them stronger. ryuu has always believed that, but the pulse of his synchrony is alive with it, letting his emotions flow as freely as tenn will allow him.
he still manages to flash an expression that's almost sheepish despite being only half-bare. yet he doesn't let it stop him from beckoning tenn over again, long arms sliding against his waist and curling around him again. closer... he wants to be so much closer. ]
This is always the best part.
[ not always the act, but the lead up, the electrifying first touch of skin on skin when he embraces him again, a sensation that's both warm and cool, soothing and stunning. ]
( he's receiving a show, and tenn is more than thankful for it. it's a god send. a blessing. ryuu is all of those things and more to him. that he wants to touch every centimeter of skin on ryuu's body, leave no place touched--- with his fingers or lips or whatever he has at his disposal. tenn may be beautiful, but ryuu is handsome and unmatched. is he ogling? definitely. will ryuu notice? probably. his mouth agape, tenn can't help but reach out for ryuu as soon as he's back within arm's reach, instead being brought in close.
the feeling of skin on skin. of nothing separating them, of the sensation of his nerves tingling and burning but not in a painful way. no, everything about this is sensual and intense and his breathing is coming in shallow bursts. quick little huffs. all almost unmatched by the raw emotions circulating through him because of the synchrony. will ryuu taste strawberry? cinnamon? something sweet and cloying because of how those may perceive him... and perhaps the taste of something minty and dry, of how he feels he can be. cold and sharp. )
No... this is.
( hungry. tenn is hungry. for attention, for love. for ryuu. he leaves no time for a proper reaction; he is in there, lips and teeth, tongue and more breathy noises. hands on ryuu's face before they again reach around and lock behind at his neck before going lower. to feel about his back, touch the shoulder blades. explore with reckless abandon. )
[ with tenn, it's never felt selfish to want to press his whole body, heart, and soul into his hands. tenn could handle it. and ryuu had always hoped that one day, tenn would give enough of himself over to him too, that he would trust him enough with his ordinary hands and his ordinary heart. this is it; the feeling of comfort and gratitude thunders through him, unmistakable. that trust he'd sought after is overwhelming, a sensation that rises in the warm hollows of his chest, filling it with wonder and passion. it moves everything in him in such a way that tenn would fit anywhere, perfectly, as if ryuu was made for him. his skin near hums at the contact and ryuu delves into the kisses with equal focus now that there's so little separating them... his tongue slides deep as he locks them in a kiss that threatens to make him see stars, minding perfect teeth, the overlay of lips, and how eagerly his breath comes.
he wants to explore too now that tenn is in his arms, sea-worn palms traveling up the curve of his back to ease at the muscle with his fingers, squeezing and rubbing warmth into his body. up, up, kneading against thin shoulders, then back down again, lower this time to get at the tension in the small of his back. briefly, his palms smooth down to cup over the shape of his ass in his lap, something that makes color flare in his face as soon as he's done it. with tenn, it's like he's experiencing this for the first time all over again.
but there's more than that, and he moves to his splayed legs, fingers smoothing up and over, from outer thigh to inner. it's so much hotter - he can already feel the sheen of sweat on tenn's skin. for one moment, his kisses shallow out in time with the tips of his fingers coming to dance along the underside of his cock, pushing up gently against his arousal to feel the pleasant twitch of it.
ryuu pauses there, eyes fluttering open to watch for tenn's reaction before pursuing a stronger touch. ]
( it leaves him reeling and begging for more. warmth grows from the inside out; from the center of his chest to his fingers and toes, up and down his spine. the feeling of ryuu's tongue against his own and occupying his mouth, causes him to tremble in a way that if it had been anyone else, he might find some kind of sturdiness as to not show off that kind of tenderness... that sensitivity that could make him appear less like some kind of unfeeling and faraway star and more of some kind of touch-hungry and feelings-thirsty idol.
an explosion of light. that's what he would call it. that he's never been touch starved... no, tenn has been the model of excellence and some kind of repression. that despite being around the most attractive of people, he could keep a kind of bitterness that would allow him to act without letting anything get in his way. but this is where that curtain is quickly shed and lit on fire, thrown away to smolder into ashes, so that he finally live a life that allows him to be... passionate without having to be detached in some ways. )
... R-Ryuu...
( he gasps for air, because he is drowning. perhaps not in the conventional sense, but his nerves... his lungs are burning. the air gets caught, hitched in his throat, when the spark of something more than just the ephemeral brush of pleasure that the synchrony brings. arousal, pure and simple. something that he can't communicate with words that easily despite it all... no, it's the physical reaction that does it for him. that he very much does feel his dick twitch, spasm against the cruelest fingertips, jerks his hips against it...
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Yeah. You're beautiful.
[ he means it, pressing the words into his skin. in truth, tenn doesn't have to work very hard to figure out how to touch him. every squeeze of his thighs and grind of his hips makes his groin jolt pleasantly, the sensation fizzling tightly in his belly. how attracted he is to him now that they're standing on this edge emerges physically in the swelling shape of him, heavy and aching beneath his waistband. his hips cant up between tenn's thighs to give him a taste of what he's doing, letting him feel him through his clothes first.
it's hot, and his skin is tingling - ryuu leans back, rolling his light morning cover-up off his shoulders first. he wants more, but if he doesn't try to take it at least a little slow, all his stamina might not amount to anything. ]
Sit up for a minute, okay?
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his thoughts are always racing. sometimes, they're exactly what is needed. right now? they're not.
it's not that ryuu's compliment is being questioned. no, it's... he knows that ryuu's always thought that. but for him to say it here, it makes his heart swell among other things, and tenn has to remember to breathe in the presence of someone so handsome and that is all his on this special day. )
Okay.
( he can barely whisper. tenn doesn't want to move at first, but slowly does. leaning back, he can get a better look. appreciate who he's with! love who he's with, with his eyes. )
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but looking at tenn, he can't feel anything other than a sweeping sense of pride and joy, of comfort. doubt eases, thoughts soften. whatever they do, he knows it'll only make them stronger. ryuu has always believed that, but the pulse of his synchrony is alive with it, letting his emotions flow as freely as tenn will allow him.
he still manages to flash an expression that's almost sheepish despite being only half-bare. yet he doesn't let it stop him from beckoning tenn over again, long arms sliding against his waist and curling around him again. closer... he wants to be so much closer. ]
This is always the best part.
[ not always the act, but the lead up, the electrifying first touch of skin on skin when he embraces him again, a sensation that's both warm and cool, soothing and stunning. ]
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the feeling of skin on skin. of nothing separating them, of the sensation of his nerves tingling and burning but not in a painful way. no, everything about this is sensual and intense and his breathing is coming in shallow bursts. quick little huffs. all almost unmatched by the raw emotions circulating through him because of the synchrony. will ryuu taste strawberry? cinnamon? something sweet and cloying because of how those may perceive him... and perhaps the taste of something minty and dry, of how he feels he can be. cold and sharp. )
No... this is.
( hungry. tenn is hungry. for attention, for love. for ryuu. he leaves no time for a proper reaction; he is in there, lips and teeth, tongue and more breathy noises. hands on ryuu's face before they again reach around and lock behind at his neck before going lower. to feel about his back, touch the shoulder blades. explore with reckless abandon. )
look not at my timestamps
he wants to explore too now that tenn is in his arms, sea-worn palms traveling up the curve of his back to ease at the muscle with his fingers, squeezing and rubbing warmth into his body. up, up, kneading against thin shoulders, then back down again, lower this time to get at the tension in the small of his back. briefly, his palms smooth down to cup over the shape of his ass in his lap, something that makes color flare in his face as soon as he's done it. with tenn, it's like he's experiencing this for the first time all over again.
but there's more than that, and he moves to his splayed legs, fingers smoothing up and over, from outer thigh to inner. it's so much hotter - he can already feel the sheen of sweat on tenn's skin. for one moment, his kisses shallow out in time with the tips of his fingers coming to dance along the underside of his cock, pushing up gently against his arousal to feel the pleasant twitch of it.
ryuu pauses there, eyes fluttering open to watch for tenn's reaction before pursuing a stronger touch. ]
idk what those are
an explosion of light. that's what he would call it. that he's never been touch starved... no, tenn has been the model of excellence and some kind of repression. that despite being around the most attractive of people, he could keep a kind of bitterness that would allow him to act without letting anything get in his way. but this is where that curtain is quickly shed and lit on fire, thrown away to smolder into ashes, so that he finally live a life that allows him to be... passionate without having to be detached in some ways. )
... R-Ryuu...
( he gasps for air, because he is drowning. perhaps not in the conventional sense, but his nerves... his lungs are burning. the air gets caught, hitched in his throat, when the spark of something more than just the ephemeral brush of pleasure that the synchrony brings. arousal, pure and simple. something that he can't communicate with words that easily despite it all... no, it's the physical reaction that does it for him. that he very much does feel his dick twitch, spasm against the cruelest fingertips, jerks his hips against it...
he's on fire. practically luminescent. )