[ Thoma is over here dying of wish-driven desires and Ayato is asking him for the impossible. It feels impossible, at least, to remove his hand from where it's curled and to take away the grounding he needs so desperately right now. ]
[ But the promise that the other man gives him sounds so much sweeter, so much more tempting than Thoma could possibly deny right now. Those fingers over his wrist are the last bit of encouragement he needs to finally let go, his hand withdrawing from under the sheet to clutch at the thin fabric instead, damp with his own sweat and come from his earlier failed attempts to relieve himself. None of it had helped, nothing had even come close to the sense of relief that Ayato's lithe fingers do with even the simplest touch. ]
[ And he's rewarded so much sooner than he expected for it, his jumbled mind unable to process that Ayato's lips had found his before he'd even followed that gentle order. He wishes he could say he was sweet about the way he kisses Ayato, but that'd be as filthy of a lie as the way he actually does kiss him. Hungry and heated and demanding in a way Thoma never usually is, he kisses him like he needs every inch of Ayato's mouth to live, groaning openly with desire. Which is more or less how he feels anyway. ]
Ayato... My lord...
[ He murmurs his name and title between the kisses he seeks from Ayato's mouth, his desire for more laid bare before him. ]
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Date: 2023-03-27 09:39 pm (UTC)[ But the promise that the other man gives him sounds so much sweeter, so much more tempting than Thoma could possibly deny right now. Those fingers over his wrist are the last bit of encouragement he needs to finally let go, his hand withdrawing from under the sheet to clutch at the thin fabric instead, damp with his own sweat and come from his earlier failed attempts to relieve himself. None of it had helped, nothing had even come close to the sense of relief that Ayato's lithe fingers do with even the simplest touch. ]
[ And he's rewarded so much sooner than he expected for it, his jumbled mind unable to process that Ayato's lips had found his before he'd even followed that gentle order. He wishes he could say he was sweet about the way he kisses Ayato, but that'd be as filthy of a lie as the way he actually does kiss him. Hungry and heated and demanding in a way Thoma never usually is, he kisses him like he needs every inch of Ayato's mouth to live, groaning openly with desire. Which is more or less how he feels anyway. ]
Ayato... My lord...
[ He murmurs his name and title between the kisses he seeks from Ayato's mouth, his desire for more laid bare before him. ]