[ 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. ]
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Date: 2023-03-29 08:46 am (UTC)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...