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[acquirement]

❝Greetings. You have reached Kamisato Ayato, however, I seem to be occupied currently. Leave a message and if it is important I'll get back to you.❞

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[wayofthehousekeeper]

[ In the most belated realization ever (please forgive him, he's high on wishing bone(r) right now), Thoma can feel the evidence that Ayato's been affected by ... all of this. He finally realizes that weight, hardness against his leg is Ayato and the thought has him heated all over again. ]

[ Sorry but he's absolutely useless in getting Ayato undressed, that hand on Ayato's back trailing down to the curve of his ass. The tip of his thumb catches on his waistband, hooking there while the rest of his fingers and palm spread shamelessly, gripping down so he can rock up against him again. ]

Let's- feel better-

[ He has to pause for a moment, licking absently over his lips before dipping in for more of those needy kisses. ]

Together... want to feel you more.

[acquirement]

{ in all fairness to thoma, he'd purposefully been avoiding pressing down to make it obvious. it's a lot harder to focus on just enjoying the faces, gasps and moans thoma makes when his own mind feels hazy and distracted. it's part of the reason why he kept stopping those kisses before they got out of hand earlier.

whatever efforts he'd tried, seem to be lost now. whatever self discipline had been left is gone as he lets himself give into the moment, returning the kiss with as much need and desperation. he groans into the kiss, approving as thoma's hand slides down to grip him and uses the momentum to cause more friction between their bodies. }

I think-- { which feels like a wonder in itself right now, doesn't it? } --I may be a little overdressed for that.

[wayofthehousekeeper]

Mm, I'll- let me.

[ Not listening to the guy who has only been able to think with his lower head for the last hour or so was probably a good idea. Giving into his soft begging, in turn, was probably a bad idea, but one that was going to feel oh so good. In Thoma's mind anyway, which was still a haze of need so. Maybe not the best judge of the situation right now. ]

[ Imagination and experience give way to efficiency; even if Thoma can't think straight now, especially not while still trying to kiss Ayato, his hand move to get Ayato's shirt off with a practice of hundreds of times over. What isn't practiced is the way he slides his hand over Ayato's bared back the moment he can, tracing over his skin with an obvious adoration. ]

[acquirement]

{ perhaps he had been only able to think with his dick for the past hour or so, but the fact that ayato ensured he enjoyed himself is proof enough that he's willing to indulge him in moments like this.

besides, after so many years of being looked after, it's hardly difficult to give him what he asks when he finds he quite likes this too.

it probably shouldn't be a surprise his shirt is pulled off faster than he expects, even if ayato helps the process by moving with him to make it easier. it's likely ended up on the floor somewhere, and cool air prickles his skin that feels incredibly warm now.

it feels nice to be able to just arch into that touch, taking breaks between kisses to simply watch thoma's face with awe that he can't quite put into words.

it's a little hard to believe this is happening, but the contact definitely grounds that fact and-- }

Yours too.

{ thoma may have been mostly naked from the start but his own shirt was still in place from before, the only good thing about it is that if he leans back to make it easier, he can pull thoma up by using it, likely stretching the fabric in the process (oops). }

[wayofthehousekeeper]

[ If Thoma could manage the thought, he'd be quite jealous of Ayato getting to drink his fill of looking at Thoma's face while he couldn't. To memorize for later, anyway, because right now there's nothing Thoma can look at except for Ayato. He's completely entranced by the sight of the other man sitting on top of him with his chest bared and it's going to absolutely haunt him if he can't remember this vision. ]

Beautiful...

[ He wants to touch him so badly. Dive right back into that hazy heat he's slowly beginning to surface from and pull Ayato down into its depths to drown with him in the pleasure. But through that fog in his brain he hears the lightly spoken command of the man who is his entire universe right now. Feels the tug on the front of his shirt and arches himself up with it willing. ]

[ Suddenly Ayato's chest is so much closer, so much more tempting than it'd been just a foot away, and he nearly leans in to lick over his collarbone before he remembers what Ayato's asking of him. ]

[ Who needs this shirt anyway, certainly not Thoma anymore. ]

[ He leans a little back with a small grunt of affirmation, reaching down to grip the edges of his shirt so he can pull it up and off himself. Undoubtedly giving a great view in the process before the shirt's haphazardly discarded off the edge of the bed and Thoma's eyes are back on Ayato's face, asking for more. ]

Want you. Please, let me make you feel so good...

[acquirement]

{ if it's any consolation to him, if thoma can't remember later there's a way to rectify that. but hopefully it won't be the case, hopefully he'll be able to so ayato can use memories from this to really torment him later down the line.

a small smile is all that meets that compliment, mostly because his focus is entirely on helping him get that shirt off so they can go back to kissing. not that he won't allow himself to enjoy the scene thoma presents as he stretches to get that fabric over his head, but he has already grown rather fond of how much it feels like his mouth is melting everytime their lips connect. there's a hint of impatience as his hand curls into the hair at the back of thoma's head, holding tight so he can pull him in for another kiss.

his other hand reaches to splay against the other's ribs, soothing up and down his side, then up along his arm until it can curl up over his shoulder. he pulls them both closer together, until it's hard to tell where one of them stops and the other begins, and shifts himself so he can rock down against him. }

You-- { he breathes out between kisses } --already have my permission, Thoma. You're already doing so well. { as hazy as it all is, even if he has no wishing device to blame for it, he has enough years pent up frustration to work with.

which is partly why he'll keep going with that slow roll of his hips, grinding them together even if the angle definitely isn't as satisfying as before. then he's tugging thoma's head slightly to the side, careful as his lips press hot against the side of his neck. it's high enough it's pretty much hidden by his hair line when teeth sink down into the skin. it isn't hard enough to bruise but it'll certainly be reddened for a little while. }

[wayofthehousekeeper]

[ Bullying is forever in his future... ]

[ Even now he's being bullied because Ayato is singlehandedly driving him right back into hazy, lust-filled insanity just as he was starting to crawl his way out of it. But he doesn't mind it in the least. He'll fall gladly if it's him. ]

[ He gasps shakily as Ayato moves against him, instinctively rolling up against him to chase that electrifying sensation. And once his shirt's gone his hands are falling back around Ayato's waist, daring to slide over his ass and squeeze him there as he loses himself in their kiss. ]

[ He's more than pliant like this, openly panting as he lets his head fall to the side for the man in his lap. And then the moans start, soft but unrestrained when Ayato bites him and it sets him burning again. Whining for more. ]

Ayato, Ayato...

[ He squeezes his hands again, needy, needing to touch him as they messily work to get themselves under his waistband. He could come, just like this, with Ayato grinding against him in such an addictive way, but his greed wants even more. ]

[acquirement]

{ is it really bullying when it's like this though? really?

ayato lets out a groan from the back of his throat as that squeeze only aids in pushing him tighter against thoma. he uses what moment he has to try and reel himself in again when he feels fingers digging and tugging, trying to get inside his clothing. the chuckle he releases against his skin is deep, enamoured by how much he's struggling to actually to anywhere. }

Here, { he nuzzles against his neck, the movement hiding just how charmed he is by the desperation as it seems to come flooding back} Let me help.

{ he lifts himself up against him, just enough so he can reach between them to unclasp the button on his trousers, sighing out in relief as he can finally slide the zipper down. }

[localweirdo]

Care to show me?

Or better yet, what did you think I was trying to say through those faces? σ(^○^)

[acquirement]

I think it makes more sense to let you see over time, otherwise it would ruin the surprise.

As for the ones you used, I imagine it related to you singing and people dancing? I will say though, I am merely a beginner with these.

{ and he has a feeling he's supposed to be one of the ones dancing here. }

[wayofthehousekeeper]

[ Maybe Thoma has a bullied kink- ]

[ It's not a maybe. ]

[ Sorry for his complete lack of shame right now but Thoma's eyes are immediately casting down, watching Ayato unzip himself with a focus that suggests if there's only one moment he remembers out of all of this, it could very well be this one. Because watching those slender fingers move so cleanly, paired with that soft sigh of relief does something to Thoma again that nearly makes him spill himself right then and there. ]

Ayato-

[ Sorry Ayato but this is your fault for driving him so absolutely crazy. He surges forward, using his weight to rock Ayato back against the bed so he can bodily pin him there, seeking out his mouth for another barrage of desperate kisses, as if asking for apology for taking as he wants. ]

[ Because what he wants is Ayato's pants off and his hands are moving quick to reach down and do just that, pull off whatever fabric still remains between him and rubbing his aching dick directly against Ayato's. ]

[acquirement]

{ he's doing it on purpose, because of course he is. ayato enjoys watching through lidded eyes as thoma follows the movement of his zipper being pulled down hungrily, losing himself piece by piece until there's this raw need exposed.

maybe, just maybe, he doesn't know what he's getting himself into as he's pretty much shoved back onto the bed. he has to quickly try and shift his legs so he doesn't get injured because it feels as though he managed to make that go from 0 to 100 with just that one gesture.

he huffs out a laugh between the kisses, getting the message that it's supposed to be an apology. really the funny thing about it is that he feels the need to apologise when ayato has pretty much done everything to push thoma to this stage.

he isn't disappointed at all.

he doesn't have space or time to say anything else as he's met with so many kisses he has to remember how to breathe between them all. it's particularly difficult to split his attention, but as soon as he feels hands tugging and pulling at his clothes he's trying to lift his hips up, trying to give him room to get them off. }

Come on then, Thoma. { he purposefully keeps himself splayed out on the bed, gazing up at him with his swollen lips curled in a way that definitely shows he's being smug about getting him to lose control of himself. } Were you not going to show me how much you wanted me?

{ not that he has to wait long, since as soon as the clothing is gone there's skin on skin contact that has his head rolling back against the pillow with a low moan of his own. }

Re: -_-;;

[glidinglight]

So, what are we doing for your birthday?

[acquirement]

I imagine nothing too elaborate this time. It's a little difficult to think of anything special when I have time to do a lot of things here. We'll likely stay at home, come over when you're able to.

{ in theory, anyway. }

[wayofthehousekeeper]

[ He is way, way too good at getting Thoma to lose his mind. Even if the wishing bone(r) hadn't been in play here, Thoma would have lost just as fast and hard to Ayato calculated teasing. He's far too weak to just about everything about this man, and when stripped of the boundaries he usually keeps up, he's more than willing to grab hold of what he's always wanted from him without shame. ]

[ With or without the wishing bone(r), he'd be right in this same position, tossing away the last of Ayato's clothes and finally running his hands over the smooth skin of his thighs. His hands are hot to the skin, flushed like the rest of him as they move up to Ayato's knees, pressing them together and thus Ayato's thighs together. And Ayato probably knows where exactly this is going because Thoma doesn't hesitate for even a moment before he thrusts his cock between Ayato's thighs, rubbing straight up against his lord's cock with a shuddery groan of his own. ]

[ It's messy and unrestrained, the way he kisses and bites and thrusts against Ayato, without rest, driven by his desperate need for the other man and the dizzying feeling of his cock being wrapped up by him. ]

Want you- wanted this so bad.

[ He may not actually be entering Ayato like this, but the force he puts into his thrust undoubtedly makes it feel like it. This was it, the result of Ayato's teasing and coaxing, his long-time servant and friend openly moaning his name as he roughly takes what he needs from his body. ]

[glidinglight]

Sure!

[ She doesn't say so, but she's bringing food. Because of course she is. ]

[acquirement]

{ where would he be without his ability to use words to his advantage? and it's rather easy to use them to his advantage with someone who he knows wholeheartedly.

he exhales slowly as hands roam over his skin, lets his eyes flutter between staying open and closing as it's particularly nice with the extra mechanic of touch in this world. his head tilts to the side when his knees are pulled together, and even he's thinking a little slower as it's only just before it happens that he realises what he plans to do. since he wants to be helpful, he'll tense his thighs too, trying to keep them pushed tight together.

and really, he's so very pleased that he's being more forceful now. he can't quite get the full feeling of it on his side, but there's enough that if he reaches down with his hand he can sort the rest out for himself as well. the fact that he got what he wanted though, and that thoma followed that instruction to show him, has his mouth moving before he can stop himself. his voice is hitched when he speaks, sharp and breathless, and his other hand twists to grip at the blankets that are undoubtfully half hanging off the bed by now. } Good boy.

[acquirement]

{ that is probably preferable to him cooking anything, though ayaka has improved... she did want them to make a cake. }

I'll see you later on, then. ♪(´▽｀)

[wayofthehousekeeper]

[ An actual whine pours from Thoma's mouth at the praise Ayato gives him and his hips jerk forward off rhythm as his words, like they always do, affect him to the core. It doesn't help that Ayato's tightening his thighs around him at the same time; all too quickly he's losing his rhythm in favor of just thrusting into him as forcefully as he can, gasping each time. ]

[ Strike that, between his gasps he'll try to muffle himself against Ayato's legs, head turning to bite the flesh above his knee, leaving marks in his mindless wake. He wants to kiss Ayato again, so much, but he can't give up this heavenly leverage that lets him fuck his thighs as hard as he needs to right now. ]

Ayato, Ayato, Ayato...

[ So instead he holds on tighter to Ayato, fucks against him harder and faster until he feels himself back up on that mind-numbing high just before an orgasm. ]

[ Because honestly who could last under these circumstances. ]

[acquirement]

{ at least the marks are hidden in places no one else will see, it's the only reason he can't be mad about each bite that's pressed into skin.

it's particularly hard to think as the moments tick by, his own hand stuttering as he strokes himself, fingers bumping against thoma's cock as he slides against him. he doesn't speak right again this time, though it isn't much help that despite no words coming out of his mouth gasps and moans are coming out unrestrained instead.

it's getting harder to remember how to move his tongue to form words, sentences breaking apart as he forces out merely two words that he hopes will help the other come undone completely and are, perhaps, the only ones he can bring himself to focus on in the heat of the moment. }

Thoma, please--

[wayofthehousekeeper]

Mmn-!

[ After the endless amount of begging Thoma has done during this encounter, he's completely unprepared for that soft gasp of Ayato's. Of course it unwinds him, undoes him completely in the way only this man could. He's helpless against it as he calls out Ayato's name once more and slams his hips up against his lord's legs. ]

[ Once again, he comes on soft command, spilling himself between those slickened thighs, over Ayato's hand and cock and front without restraint before falling back with a winded gasp. He holds onto Ayato's legs out of need for stability now as he rides that delicious high and tries to catch his breath again, blearily recognizing one singular thought in his head. ]

[ Did Ayato like it? Does he need help? Tend to him, he had to, he needed to. ]

[acquirement]

{ later, when he actually has time and space to think about what happened here, he may try to consider why being made into such a mess is actually so appealing, since when thoma spills over his skin his arm flies up to cover over his eyes as they scrunch shut tight.

his hand shakes, movements out of rhythm but faster than before thanks to that extra lubrication thoma's orgasm brings. ayato's teeth press into his lower lip, struggling with himself to not bite down completely. his legs ache so much by now, lowering so they can rest their weight against thoma instead. it's probably the reason why he's stuck on the edge, so close to tipping over but too tense to find that release just yet }

[wayofthehousekeeper]

[ The sparks clear out of his vision and more and more of his senses trickle back into his mind. Enough that his hand slide up Ayato's legs to gently help lower them; not enough to scoot himself back so instead he ends up right between them. Enough to drink in the sight of Ayato in front of him, his own come decorating his body in a way that pulls at his gut and arousal; not enough to yet fluster over realizing what he'd done. ]

[ Enough to see that Ayato hasn't come yet. Enough to help. ]

My lord- let me.

[ It's all he can manage to get out- a warning maybe? Before he's leaning forward, his hand moving to rest over Ayato's, to take over in stroking with the added heat of his palm. Before he's brushing his hair back so he can slip his mouth around the tip of his lord's cock and suck on it hard, with the greed of a man who hadn't just orgasmed however many times in the last hour and was hungry for more. ]

[acquirement]

{ it's much easier to let himself relax and actually enjoy the feeling of it when his legs don't feel like they're aching as much anymore. enough that his eyes stay closed this time, not scrunched but definitely giving into sensation with full trust thoma will be there to take care of him when he says those words.

his hand drops away easily, curling into the bedsheet, but he's taken by surprise as thoma does more than he expects and how is he supposed to last when he does that?

the hand over his eyes flies back above his head, not thinking as he tries to ground himself but it's impossible when heat consumes him. }

Th--hah

{ he can probably be a little proud that he can't even get thoma's name out of his mouth before his back arches up, hips thrusting to try and get more of that heat as his climax hits him hard and fast. it's pretty much the only warning he gets, even if it is a broken gasp. }

[localweirdo]

If you say so. Although, it still makes me wonder just how much you know...

You could say something like that. I was hoping that you could understand that dancing and singing is fairly enjoyable. Now how about you try and communicate to me through those faces?