[ Thoma is an absolute distraction even if he doesn't mean to be. Ayato is living the full consequences of goading his retainer into losing his mind and giving in to the greed that lurks in the back of it, the one that needs to touch and kiss his lord however and wherever he can. At least he kind of helps with the pants situation, but not by much. ]
[ Where Ayato builds up in his heat, Thoma is coming down from his high, his kisses less sloppy and more thorough, more focused on Ayato like he's wanted to be from the start. The movement of his hands are cleaner, no longer desperate grabs for something to hold onto, but firm and warm presences to be hung onto. One hand immediately twines with his lord's when it seeks his out. The other shifts to curl around Ayato's waist for the moment, guiding him up into his lap until he can finally feel his weight on his thighs and sigh in how good it feels to have him there. How much it feels like Ayato is his, in this moment. ]
[ His lord's soft ask rings over his lips and in his ears, urging his body to respond immediately. Through a quiet groan, he manages the softest of responses between kisses, brilliant green eyes full of adoration focused fully on him as he finds his breath while stealing Ayato's. ]
Gladly.
[ The hand on his waist moves then, to touch Ayato's far-too-long neglected cock, calloused fingers handling him almost too delicately for a moment before gaining the confidence to wrap fully around him. He doesn't stroke him, not immediately, but his thumb starts to trace along under the head of it, then over the tip, as if tracing out the lines of his cock to memorize. A small indulgence for himself, before he sees to the needs of his lord. ]
[ Finally, his hand delivers what he believes Ayato wants and needs. A firm and hot grasp around him, stroking over the full length of him with a solid rhythm that sees his hand tightening slightly on each upward stroke, urging his lord to let go. To coax him into spilling himself between them, alongside the soft secret Ayato spills against his lips. ]
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[ Where Ayato builds up in his heat, Thoma is coming down from his high, his kisses less sloppy and more thorough, more focused on Ayato like he's wanted to be from the start. The movement of his hands are cleaner, no longer desperate grabs for something to hold onto, but firm and warm presences to be hung onto. One hand immediately twines with his lord's when it seeks his out. The other shifts to curl around Ayato's waist for the moment, guiding him up into his lap until he can finally feel his weight on his thighs and sigh in how good it feels to have him there. How much it feels like Ayato is his, in this moment. ]
[ His lord's soft ask rings over his lips and in his ears, urging his body to respond immediately. Through a quiet groan, he manages the softest of responses between kisses, brilliant green eyes full of adoration focused fully on him as he finds his breath while stealing Ayato's. ]
Gladly.
[ The hand on his waist moves then, to touch Ayato's far-too-long neglected cock, calloused fingers handling him almost too delicately for a moment before gaining the confidence to wrap fully around him. He doesn't stroke him, not immediately, but his thumb starts to trace along under the head of it, then over the tip, as if tracing out the lines of his cock to memorize. A small indulgence for himself, before he sees to the needs of his lord. ]
[ Finally, his hand delivers what he believes Ayato wants and needs. A firm and hot grasp around him, stroking over the full length of him with a solid rhythm that sees his hand tightening slightly on each upward stroke, urging his lord to let go. To coax him into spilling himself between them, alongside the soft secret Ayato spills against his lips. ]
I would touch you like this every day, my lord.