[ That 'finally' is a sentiment shared on both ends; Thoma shakily lets go of that breath he'd been holding on. Inelegantly of course, sounding more like a choked sound of agreement than an exhale. Ayato just has that way of making him lose any and all sense of poise. ]
[ How had he survived all of that? How had he not just immediately passed out within seconds of watching Ayato's hands work so deftly over his body? Of watching him treat his vision so carefully while Thoma had been a hot mess of simply and selfishly getting his hands on Ayato's skin? ]
[ How did he not pass out now, when Ayato's hand slinks in under the fabric on him and slides his cock out and makes him gasp as the cool air of the room hits him in stunning contrast to how hot he feels in the other man's hand? It's almost laughable, how easily Ayato has turned the tide against him to where all of Thoma's thoughts of tending to his lord have shattered from just a simple tug on his hips. ]
[ He is a mess in Ayato's hands, only for his hands. ]
You... You needn't...
[ But it's weak and trails off because Thoma does need it. His moan, soft as it is, is full of his need for Ayato and his fingers dig into the bedsheets underneath him in restraint otherwise he's likely to grab onto his lord and never let go. That mouth over his nipple drags more and more gasps and Ayato's hand over him pulls more and more moans, leaving him flushed red and panting for air. Leaving him leaning needily into the touch as he's slowly and carefully driven insane, to where he starts to contradict his own earlier words. ]
wow look who is talking
[ How had he survived all of that? How had he not just immediately passed out within seconds of watching Ayato's hands work so deftly over his body? Of watching him treat his vision so carefully while Thoma had been a hot mess of simply and selfishly getting his hands on Ayato's skin? ]
[ How did he not pass out now, when Ayato's hand slinks in under the fabric on him and slides his cock out and makes him gasp as the cool air of the room hits him in stunning contrast to how hot he feels in the other man's hand? It's almost laughable, how easily Ayato has turned the tide against him to where all of Thoma's thoughts of tending to his lord have shattered from just a simple tug on his hips. ]
[ He is a mess in Ayato's hands, only for his hands. ]
You... You needn't...
[ But it's weak and trails off because Thoma does need it. His moan, soft as it is, is full of his need for Ayato and his fingers dig into the bedsheets underneath him in restraint otherwise he's likely to grab onto his lord and never let go. That mouth over his nipple drags more and more gasps and Ayato's hand over him pulls more and more moans, leaving him flushed red and panting for air. Leaving him leaning needily into the touch as he's slowly and carefully driven insane, to where he starts to contradict his own earlier words. ]
Please... Please, Ayato...