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[ Thoma has never had to focus harder in the face of great adversity than he has in this moment- ]

[ His breathing is soft, eyes focused entirely on Ayato as he moves until he's buried fully inside of the other man. His now free hand moves to hook under Ayato's other leg, fully stripping him of any purchase his feet may have found against the bed and leaving him at Thoma's mercy. ]

[ Granted, Thoma is full of mercy when it comes to his lord. Look at how well he's holding still, even when all he wants to do is fuck (sin!!) into Ayato with abandon. ]

Haa... how is it?

{ it was incredibly hard to think nevermind answer right away after he felt thoma take his time, only stopping when he was fully inside. his breath felt as though it was stuttering.

the reaction thoma probably didn't expect was ayato flushing, a soft chuckle falling from his lips, fond and already losing his mind, apparently. }

How is it...? { he sounds breathless, and the funny thing about it is- } I can't think of anything other than 'full'. { thanks, kaveh, for implanting that word in his head for this. } You did such a good of preparing me it doesn't hurt, if you're worried.

{ as much as he may be trying to put on the air of confidence, there's no doubt thoma can probably tell he's a little overwhelmed either way, and even if he's already started to try and show some vulnerability here he's struggling to fully do so.

but one thing should be clear, even if he needs to adapt to this a little and he's overwhelmed--he's happy. }

[ It's fine, they can be overwhelmed together. Thoma certainly is, the tension in his body tightly wound in the effort to keep himself from moving. The temptation to immediately thrust forward spikes at those encouraging words. At the look on Ayato's face, that keeps him from looking anywhere else, that look of happiness that makes his breath catch. ]

[ He stumbles over his words at first, face seemingly flustering more at Ayato's description than. Anything else they're doing at the moment and they're doing a lot right now. ]

Ah- good, then-

[ One. He starts with one, one careful shift back of his hips, then back in with force, a proper thrust that's not at full power but enough to be felt. ]

{ his gaze softens as thoma seems to get more flustered by his words, lips curving into a gentle smile full of affection and he opens his mouth as if to respond, only what comes out surprises himself. the timing is either incredibly bad or good depending on which of them it's about. }

Th-Oh-

{ the moan he lets out has his head tipping back and he can't rock back or squirm into it, all he can do is grip at the bed as his eyes struggle to stay open and words start tumbling out of his mouth.

he's pretty shameless for the most part anyway, but his following words are probably surprisingly so. }

Thoma- you feel so good. Keep going. I want you to take me until I can't think straight and all I know is how I'm yours-

Yes- yes, Ayato-

[ Ayato?? You can't just say that kind of thing to him??? ]

[ But that extremely good reception from Ayato stirs him into action, turns that single thrust into another and another. He can't go as hard as he wants to, and oh does he want to, so instead he settles for grinding his hips in against Ayato's every few thrusts, aimed to stir up more moans and sensations that hopefully feel as good for his lord as just being inside of him feels for Thoma. ]

{ too bad, that's the start of many things he'll say as he lets himself drown in the other. his lips stay parted, struggling for air with every grind of thoma's body against his own. a low moan slips out each time, it gaining pitch when thoma manages to hit a certain angle that makes him arch.

he probably looks a sight already, with how his hair is already starting to stick to the side of his face, knuckles going white as he clings to the bedding as he tries to keep himself sane and fails spectacularly.

his side hurts so he can't go too far, but the words are flowing out before he can think of what he's saying. his eyes stay fixed on thoma's face with each one. }

R-right there, please. That feels so good. { his hands reach up, finally letting go of the bedding and instead reaching for thoma, indicating he wants him closer. } Kiss me?

Anytime.

[ Thoma surges forward in multiple ways, shifting Ayato's legs under his hands to spread just a bit more so he can better move in between them before letting them go. He keeps a hand against the bed, to keep himself from fully pressing against the man and his injured side, and leans the rest of the way in to press his lips to his lord's as requested. ]

[ His thrusts shift to more grinds, hips shifting to catch at that spot inside of Ayato that got the noisiest responses to steal away his lord's breath in more ways than one. ]

{ there's no resistance whatsoever as ayato parts his legs more as soon as he realises what thoma is doing. instead, he shifts until they slide open with his calves moving up until thoma is held between them loosely, wrapping himself around him to keep him close.

his arms lift to curl around his neck, fingers sliding into his hair as their mouths meet. he moans against thoma's lips, eyes fluttering between open and closed with each grind the other gives. }

[ Oh no he's been trapped. ]

[ Or maybe he trapped himself. There's no fight against those legs wrapping around him, only accommodation in a closer press of his hips to try and keep Ayato from needing to strain himself. He keeps himself supported, never quite fully pressed down against Ayato's torso, but losing himself in those moans that pass between their lips and the grinds up against those sensitive spots inside him. ]

{ his legs are long enough it isn't too much of an issue, but there's definitely a small noise he lets out when thoma presses closer. his hands drop to curl over thoma's shoulders, gripping onto him as his head tips back with gasps falling from his lips. }

Thoma- { the way he says his name is quiet, but trying to portray just how lost in this he is. how much it means. his name almost sounds like a prayer, desperate and needy but full of adoration. }

Ayato, Ayato.

[ His name is echoed back, becoming a mantra in Thoma's mouth pressed into Ayato's as it's murmured and groaned over and over in return until he can't manage the breath anymore. Until he has to bury his face into Ayato's neck and mouth nonsense against his skin between the grinding rocks of his hips. As if trying to bury himself deeper and deeper into his lord. ]

You- love you-

{ it's too much and not enough all at once as his eyes squeeze shut, trembling from head to toe from the words and each press like thoma can't get enough either and he mewls almost from the breathless need to yell out but being too overwhelmed to get anything more substantial to rise up the back of his throat.

his fingers desperately try and grab onto him as the words sink into his ear. he can't get words out anymore, those declarations making him come undone, tears leaking from under his lashes as his eyes squeeze tighter shut, his climax hitting harder than he's ever known. }

[ It should be illegal for his beloved lord to make those kinds of noises because just the sound of them tickling against his ears has him ready to fall. ]

[ And fall he does, just moments before Ayato does, and he barely keeps his mind to not draw the other tightly into his arms as he gasps out his own orgasm. His hips press up tightly between Ayato's with small, jerky thrusts, pouring whines and further confessions of adoration against his shoulder while pouring himself into him in other ways. ]

[ Even still, lost in the last throes of his orgasm, one of his hands seeks out Ayato's to hold, to refind his mind in this beautiful haze. ]

Ah... hah...

{ it takes him a few moments in his own haziness to realise what thoma is trying to do, and it takes strength for him to peel a hand away from clinging onto his shoulder to cling onto his hand instead.

his other hand tries to gently rub over the spot he'd gripped onto, before curling around his neck to keep him close. he still can't get any words to rise up, still panting softly, but he does make a small content noise in the back of his throat before nuzzling his cheek against the side of thoma's face. }

[ Rest is good. ]

[ He squeezes the hand under his own once they find their way to one another, hazy kisses peppered to Ayato's shoulder amongst soft pants for air that brush against his neck. He's careful still, not to rest his body weight against Ayato, but he does start to shift his hips, trying to pull back so he can pull out of the other man. ]

{ feeling thoma trying to pull back, his legs slowly unravel to rest on either side of thoma, bent at the knee still as though it aches to straighten them out.

when thoma starts to pull back, a soft noise spills from his lips, overly sensitive now that he's calming down. still tired, but very aware of how his body aches now. }

[ Thoma isn't going to go very far once he's slid himself out, nearly collapsing onto the bed next to Ayato with their held hands between them. And even in this worn state, his head turns toward his lord, watching him through half-open eyes still warm with affection. ]

[ He'll be up and about quickly enough, but for this beautiful moment, he wants to drink in this side of Ayato, this look he greedily hopes no one else will ever see but him. ]

{ in contrast, ayato doesn't think he can move yet. even tilting his head is difficult as air seems to be difficult. the best he can do is squeeze the hand holding his own.

his eyes flutter between open and shut, the tears on his cheeks slowly starting to dry now he's no longer quite as overwhelmed.

it takes a few moments before he finally turns his gaze towards the other, fully aware he probably looks a state, but very uncaring of it at the moment. }

[ It's a very charming state, in Thoma's completely unbiased opinion. ]

[ One that has him shifting to press a kiss wordlessly against his head, smiling ever so helplessly and hopelessly in love. ]

{ very unbiased.

the kiss has him smiling almost stupidly in his own blissed out state, to the point it's probably the most relaxed and happy he's seemed in years. }

Can we just stay like this for a while?

{ he murmurs it quietly, not wanting to move an inch now he's so tired. }

Of course.

[ Thoma's more than happy to stay like this beside Ayato and let him rest. Cleaning up can wait... a bit, anyway. ]

{ his hand gives a little tug. }

Come closer though.

{ did thoma expect him to be this needy afterwards? he finally shifts enough to lay on his uninjured side, reaching to pull thoma's arm over his hip. he's already pretty drowsy, eyes struggling to stay awake, but it should be clear he wants to be able to hold onto him now. }

[ He did not, given how much of a mess they've made, but he has zero complaints in scooting himself closer and putting his arms around Ayato so he can snuggle in close and press another kiss to his nose. ]

Is this better?

{ thoma is probably aware that ayato is much messier than thoma is though. to the point he won't even clear ink off his table when it's spilled. so he really doesn't care about the mess, instead much more focus on clinging onto him and staying close. }

Much.

{ the smile doesn't leave his face as his eyes finally slip shut, slowly drifting off to sleep thanks to how much the exhaustion creeps up on him now. }

[ Sleepy Ayato gets a very happy cuddle even as he falls asleep in the midst of the evidence of his crimes. ]

[ It's fine, Thoma will eventually slip out and clean them both up, as well as changing the sheets as best he can before settling back in for sleepy cuddles. ]

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