[ 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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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. ]
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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. )