wayofthehousekeeper | [seasons] IC Inbox

It hasn't been that long. { it's a softer protest as well, too caught up in the way his feet move across the floor, heading back into the same room they'd been together in before. only this time it's different. this time thoma knows completely what he's doing, nor is he a hazy mess (yet) and they're both here knowing that there would be more to come.

not necessarily just with this, but other things as well. } I wasn't sure how to broach the subject.

{ but that's the last he'll say now they're in the room. he feels the door close behind them, anticipation curling in his stomach, and then he's kissed again. the sweeter and more affectionate style to it as appreciated and enjoyed just as much. in fact, in a way, it brings more of a flush to his face than the raw desire ones had.

it means a lot more, in a way. cements what is actually happening here.

cements it more when both of ayato's hands are moving up to curl up and around thoma's neck, pulling him closer and against himself. }

[ Thoma melts. Melts into the arms that wrap around his neck, pulling them closer and he's sure Ayato can feel his heart beat when their bodies press together. Melts into the kiss with a quiet, pleased sound as he's hypnotized once more by how soft Ayato's lips are. Melts at the look on Ayato's face when his own eyes flutter open and he catches the soft flush on the other's cheeks that heat up his own with a innocent pleasure at getting to see that expression. ]

[ His hands come to a rest loosely around his lord's waist and it takes losing his breath for him to break their kiss finally. Even then he lingers close, letting his shallow pants for air fall in the air between them. ]

Is there...

[ He has to pause to lick his lips and catch up to his thoughts because really, he could just kiss Ayato forever. ]

Is there anywhere else I should be careful of... ?

{ his lips stay parted when the kiss ends, eyes staying closed as he focuses on trying to remember air is something he needs. it's difficult to consider, when it feels like the man in front of him is probably worth more than oxygen.

so this time, it's his own impatience that has him leaning forward, kissing along the line of thoma's jaw. he presses gentle brushes of lips up to his ear, pausing just behind it, only to suck on the skin there right after. he blows on the spot when the damage is done, a small red mark in place. }

No, that's the only place. { his voice is lower when he speaks this time, careful because he's already so close, but also due to the want already coursing through him. } I hope you're aware I'm not going to break if you let go a little more.

[ He whimpers softly at those little kisses and chokes back an entire moan when Ayato works over a spot behind his ear, helplessly sensitive and aware of every touch the other man presses against his skin. It sends a shock through his entire body every time, the knowledge that it's Ayato right here, pressed against him, wanting him... it's overwhelming. He'll drown like this, and he'll drown happily. ]

[ The weak laugh he gives bubbles from his throat, already dry with need. ]

I might. You don't know how crazy I am for you.

[ The kiss he gives Ayato's bare shoulder is shy, but the small tug he gives on Ayato's hips, pressing theirs together, reveals just how affected he is from just this much. ]

Edited 2023-04-19 23:50 (UTC)

{ his eyes close at the contact, both lips on his skin but also the way their hips are pulled together. he may not be in quite the same state yet, but thoma has been a lot more careful with him since he found out about the injury. he's also been the one doing the riling up so far. }

I don't know about that-- { his voice is already low enough, but there's a faint rumble to it now as he holds back a small laugh. } --after all, you did throw me back on the bed and fucked my thighs so hard I had to wear lotion for days.

{ his mouth is still hovering near his ear, enjoying the faint noises he pulls from the other with the kisses. keeping it there makes it easier to whisper these things in his ear too. as if they're sharing secrets. }

Not that I'm complaining, I've been thinking about it enough the past few weeks.

[ Aaand that sends his blush shooting down over his neck and shoulders, jolting slightly as that information sinks in and the immediate mental image his imagination helpfully supplies makes him moan. Even as he stutters over his words, fingers curling to dig into the small of Ayato's back a bit more in his arousal. ]

O-oh I'm so glad I'm not the only one.

[ Ayato please stop riling him up, he's going to pop. As is, he turns his head to catch the other in another kiss, finally pushing off the door to guide Ayato back toward the bed. ]

I need to- Please excuse me.

[ Of course Thoma would ask to be excused as he scrambles to take off another man's pants. ]

{ he's close enough to see the flush spread, to feel the jolt of the other's body with how close they are to one another already. his own breath stutters slightly, though that is more because the fingers in his back make him press closer, his body shifting against thoma's.

and then there's another kiss, one he meets with gusto. his hand tangles back in thoma's hair, the other reaching to follow the line of his shoulder and arm, squeezing lightly at the muscles under his skin.

when it breaks again, thoma asking to be excused is something he'll ignore for the moment because: }

Did you honestly think you were?

{ no, he needs him to know this. there's no point in going ahead with this ahead if they'll just be awkward about it afterwards. he's already taken the first step with that kiss in the rain. he wants to be very clear now he has the chance to. }

I didn't get any sleep that night for one thing, in fact I've lost count of how many times I had to catch myself drifting when I was supposed to be working. { oh wait, actually-- } Oh--I should probably be clear this wasn't just about sex, shouldn't I?

{ thoma please do not mess up getting the zip undone because of this. words are apparently very difficult when he's also aroused and hoping they can both get their clothes off faster. }

[ It's a good thing Thoma hadn't gone down on his knees yet like he'd been about to in order to peel down the other man's pants, because this conversation would have become rather hard to have at a more serious level. It would have been very difficult to have indeed while being distracted by a mental debate over giving Ayato a blowjob. ]

[ Luckily for him, he's standing, but Ayato's statement makes him weak in the knees in an instant. ]

I want to be with you.

[ Suddenly, it's so simple for him to say what he's been hiding forever in his heart, the words pouring out before he could control them and for that moment his eyes have never been clearer or brighter. Have never looked at Ayato as if he were his whole world, not as obviously as they are now. ]

I want to be with you, dating you, so much more than I want to sleep with you. And I want to sleep with you a lot.

I'm in love with you.

Edited 2023-04-20 05:47 (UTC)

{ it's incredible that someone so eloquent the majority of the time almost ends up a garbled mess at the words thoma says. ayato struggles, he's been struggling the last few weeks to try and put the words together and the reality is he still wasn't prepared despite trying to make this very clear here and now.

he hadn't wanted a repeat of last time, where they shuffled awkward around each other, not knowing how to act anymore.

so, for a long moment, all he can do is show it on his face. he lets his expression actually show what he feels. he shows the affection and adoration he has for thoma. he shows how much he means to him, how much he'd try to keep him safe and out of harm. how much these touches and kisses mean.

his hands move from their places at the back of thoma's neck, on his arm, to gently cup his face in both hands, drinking in the sight thoma makes when he looks at him like that. }

If you ask it of me, I'll give you anything you want. I'd give you the world, if I could. Though unfortunately the most I can offer is merely myself. I may not have realised the... extent of how I feel until fairly recently, but I-- { but his words catch in his throat, and he sighs frustrated with himself to the point he has to press his forehead against thoma's } I cannot imagine ever being with anyone else.

{ it isn't the same words, but hopefully conveys enough of a message that will give him the time to get the rest out before long. }

[ That soft laugh bubbles up again, but this one is full of fondness because he can see that Ayato is having difficulties in getting his point across with his words. He doesn't need to do. Not with Thoma, who can see it clear as as the sun in Ayato's expression; he doesn't need to hear the words when Ayato himself is giving him every answer he needs and it curls up warmly inside of him to know what he's being silently told. ]

I'm really lucky then, because you are my world.

[ There's an immediate blush spreading over his face at just how cheesy that probably came across, but he can't deny that it's the words spilling out of his heart. Ayato has been his reason for so many things in his life, from his cherished life in Inazuma to his vision. He couldn't imagine a life not being at the side of the Kamisato clan and its leader. He wouldn't. ]

[ So he smiles at Ayato as they lean into each other, eyes bright and clear with all the love and devotion burning inside of him for the other man. ]

I will always be with you.

{ and this time it's his turn to visibly melt, both at the words and the soft blush that covers thoma's face from the admission that makes him weak at the knees this time. knowing about how the other had felt for the past three weeks didn't really compare to being told it with actual words.

where he didn't have to read between the lines.

and inside these four walls he has nothing left to hide. anything he feels isn't held back, not anymore--or at least not for now. }

Then let's start with here and now, shall we?

{ it's a soft murmur, breath ghosting against thoma's lips as he speaks from being so close. his hands hold him steady as his head pulls away, only to lean and tilt to kiss him on the lips again, away from the other for what feels like less than a second.

there are certain things they'll need to go over later, worries he'll need to ease, but for now he wants nothing more than to go back to where they were before. while the kiss may have started soft he is quickly adding heat to it. his hands already start to drift, sliding down over the sides of thoma's neck until they can rest against his shoulders and then he's nudging him back, aiming for where the bed is. }

I thought you'd never ask.

[ They're melting together. Thoma sighs in relief as their lips find each other, every kiss they share is one he pours all of his held back emotions into and it's so freeing it's almost frightening. ]

[ There's a difference this time, unnoticeable if you aren't looking for it. Thoma isn't kissing Ayato like he needs him with every bone in his body (and he really, truly does). He's kissing him like he's everything he has, with worship and reverence and as if every kiss they share is something to be cherished for as long as he can. He does, he will. He's losing his breath so much faster this way, but his focus is sharper than ever as he follows that nudge. ]

[ He shifts so he's the one to hit the bed first, sitting back on the edge and vaguely thankful that his pants aren't anywhere near as soaked through as Ayato's are, just a little damp. And he's just about to pull Ayato down against him, sweep him into his lap like he's wanted to do so many times, when something strikes his memory and he has to break their kiss to murmur hazily. ]

A... Ayato-... my boots.

{ it's a wonderful feeling that he lets himself drown in, slow and deep as they both pour everything they feel into it. he keeps having to remind himself to breathe through his nose, but even then he's gasping when their lips part.

his hands still rest upon the others shoulders as he gazes down at him on the edge of the bed, lips curving into a smile at the murmur about his boots. }

Perhaps sometime soon we should get you some that are easier to remove? { his hands drops to thoma's thighs to part them enough he can settle between his legs and squeezes at the muscles there, fingers gently kneading. then, he's sinking to his knees, leaning down until he's settled enough he has to look up at thoma instead. }

Let me help this time. { and then one of his hands is moving to untie the lace, nimble fingers pulling at the threads to loosen them up all the way down to make it easier to get them off. he may not have done this personally in the past, but he's watched and seen thoma do it enough time he knows the steps off by heart. }

[ Ayato gets a shy smile in return; the thought of buying boots specifically to be easy to remove was... His ears burn a bit at the implication- no, surely there were plenty of other advantages to be had in buying a new pair of boots. What a great suggestion from his lord that isn't partly motivated by hasty desires! ]

[ But then Ayato moves, moves him with slender, strong fingers, touches him in a place he's thought a hundred times over about him touching and Thoma can't help but gasp quietly in surprise and intense arousal as he watches every movement his lord makes as if hypnotized. And he is, there's nothing that could turn him away from this sight. ]

Ah- Ayato- you needn't...

[ But it's the weakest of protests paired with the deepest of blushes as he lets his voice fade and need for the man in front of him grows. ]

[ Was untying boot laces always this attractive? ]

{ there are other advantages to it, but not getting thoma's trousers off fast enough is certainly Very High up the list. even when he gets to treat him with the same level of care and adoration as he usually receives. once the laces fall open, undone enough he can lift the other's foot to tug gently at the heel. his other hand curls around the back of his calf, sliding the fabric down and off.

the key difference is thoma would have likely set aside his boot carefully, ayato essentially drops it behind himself, not even paying attention to where it ends up before his hands are moving for the second. he follows the same movements, ensuring to let his fingers trace on their way down as they remove the item.

another thud follows as it falls back near enough to the other boot.

then ayato's eyes are back on the man in front of him, hands sliding back over knees then thighs as he raises himself enough again. fingers find the front of thoma's belt this time, no hesitation as he starts to pull on the clasp to open it up. fully intending on getting him out his clothes first now. his mouth moves to press against his collarbone, lips hot on his skin, where he murmurs: } Maybe clothes with less layers too.

[ Fellas is it gay to be so ridiculously attracted to the sight of your superior taking off your boots because if so Thoma is feeling extremely- ]

[ Each of those boots hitting the ground sounds like a firework going off in his ear, in this quiet moment between them two, but it's not nearly enough to get him to look away from this sight. From the way Ayato's fingers work so diligently and elegantly even in this that his mind is racing with all of the things he wants to do with those fingers. What he wants those fingers to do to him. ]

[ The only thing that pulls him away from following Ayato's fingers are his eyes, that beautifully brilliant amethyst color staring straight at him and into him with a gaze that makes his breath catch. Lust and love tumble over one another at that simple look, and he's hit with that sudden and overwhelming need to do anything and everything for him again. Whatever would keep Ayato looking at him like this, because he needs those eyes on him like he needs air to breathe. ]

[ A low moan stutters its way out of his mouth at the hands sliding over his legs, his skin tingling as they trail higher to his waist and turn him into extremely willing putty in Ayato's hands with just that. He's as obedient as ever, head tilting so very willingly to the side for Ayato to do whatever he wished with his neck and collarbone and oh- trying to talk without a needy whine in his throat is particularly hard. ]

I'll... I'll look into it as soon as I can.

[ Not immediately, because he doesn't think he could stand up right now, not with the way Ayato's taken all strength from his legs with just a few motions of his fingers against Thoma's pants. ]

{ he has to glance down as his hand curls around thoma's vision tied against his hip, his fingers of his other hand tugging the rope so it unravels. he's incredibly careful as he unclasps it, then reaches over to place it on the bedside table. close, but not somewhere it will fall.

then he's wasting no time in unfastening the belt/sash and parting the fabric to give him access to the final layers of clothes. he doesn't even bother trying to get it out from underneath the other for now, they'll worry about that later as right now he has focus for something else. }

Finally. { he sighs the word out, glad that there's becoming less and less in the way of getting to where he wants. in fact, he doesn't even bother pushing the edges of thoma's pants fabric down too far once it's unfastened, instead he's shifting to let his hand delve under the material, making just enough space to draw his cock out.

his grip is tight but slow as he strokes him, humming in satisfaction as his other arm curls around thoma's waist to tug him closer. he'll be balanced a little awkwardly on the edge of the bed like this, but it will give ayato a little more room to work with. }

I made you wait long enough, didn't I?

{ his eyes are on thoma's face as he leans to start pressing kisses against the skin of his collarbone again, eyes closing as hot puffs of air are breathed onto his skin on his way down between the kisses. his tongue darts out to flick across a nipple, and this time when his speaks it's a low murmur, a promise. } Let me make it up to you. { but it's almost like he gives no time for protest, no time for thoma to deny he doesn't need to do anything, as his lips latch onto that same spot, sucking on the nub as his tongue curls over it while it's trapped in his mouth. }

[ 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. ]

Please... Please, Ayato...

{ his mouth slides away after a few more moments of teasing, only to lightly press teeth nearby, leaving a small mark on skin. the small noises that thoma makes are addictive, driving him with a need for more. to hear every gasp, stutter of breath and moan that escapes the lips that he could kiss forever.

after those weak words of protest, and his tone changes to begging, he smiles against his skin. ayato's lips drag down then. hot open mouthed kisses are left in his wake as he lets his thighs relax so he can sit back onto his heels. his eyes flicker back up, drinking in the sight of thoma as he sits flushed, panting for and needing him.

he licks his lower lip, hand squeezing at thoma's side where it rests around him. }

Well, since you've asked so nicely... { and then his body is leaning further forward, hand still curled around thoma's cock but now his stroking doesn't lift as high, giving himself room to swirl his tongue over the head with a sigh. it's hard to remember how he'd imagined it, but as his mouth sinks lower so his lips are wrapped around the tip, it's hard to think it could have ever been as good of a feeling as the real thing. his other arm still is cradled around thoma's waist, but there's no restraint put in place to hold him down. }

[ The real thing is so much better. ]

[ This particular position, Ayato kneeling primly between his legs in contrast to his mouth engaging in dirty actions, is one Thoma only ever dared to daydream about a few times. Far more common was him servicing his lord, the relationship he'd known for so long taken a few daring steps further as they fell together. He didn't know how to handle Ayato servicing him. ]

[ He didn't know if he could survive it. ]

[ He doesn't immediately thrust in, to his own amazement, but his thighs nearly quiver with the effort not to push in. He does moan again, quietly and this time he can't help reaching out a hand to rest against Ayato's shoulder to ground himself. Not pushing nor pulling, simply needing to touch some part of Ayato to keep the weak grasp on his own sanity and restraint that he has as he's taken in by those warm lips. ]

Haa- Ayato, Ayato... So good.

{ it's difficult to not let his lips curve into the smile he can feel tug at his lips in return to those moans and the way thoma's body reacts. he's barely sank down yet, barely given anything but tongue on skin and his mouth tight against him.

and since his mouth is occupied, he can't do anything but hum in appreciation of the verbal confirmation of how this feels. it's good encouragement to keep going, to sink down until his hand has to pull away and swallow so he won't choke. now that they're here, he's grateful to himself for considering this more than he'd felt he should the past few weeks.

the difference is that his fingers have to brush hair from his face, holding it back before it gets caught, as he sinks until he can't take anymore. it gets easier the second time he sinks down, the third and fourth making his eyes flutter as over time the motions let his throat relax around thoma well enough that he can feel a moan of his own bubbling up. whether it's simply the knowledge of where they are now, or the feeling of his mouth being filled up by the other is essentially up in the air. }

[ There are endless amounts of praise ready to fall from Thoma's lips as Ayato takes him deeper and deeper, murmured softly between moans. At times, his hand squeezes Ayato's shoulder when his tongue rubs over a spot that feels particularly nice, but he's just as quick to gently massage the spot in apology, only to do it all over again a few moments later. ]

[ It feels like all he can hear are his own moans, which makes the blush on his face deepen once more, but the way Ayato moans around him hits like a well placed arrow through his heart. ]

[ Cautiously, he peeks an eye open- when had he even closed his eyes- to look down at Ayato and watch those heavenly movements. And then he feels himself throbbing inside his mouth which wrenches another open moan because he really can't handle such a beautifully enticing sight, one that sends him mindlessly stumbling over his words again. ]

My lord, you're so good to m-me, your mouth is so lovely, you are- mmn!

[ His grip tightens again and this time he can't hold himself back from that flex up of his hips, trying desperately to bury himself back inside. ]

{ if asked, he'd consider saying that the words of encouragement are what make his own thighs tense, his hand pulling away from his own hair so he can press his hand down against himself in a need to relieve pressure.

when he pulls up slightly, giving thoma the space to push up properly if he wants to, his eyes open to look up at him. they're darker now, pupils dilated in a way that shows thoma isn't the only one losing his mind to this. the arm wrapped around thoma's waist pulls away, hand moving to grip at under his thigh instead and squeeze, daring him to push for more. encouraging him to do so.

his own impatience starts to bubble over as well though, a need for relief for himself as well as the other. there's a rustle of fabric, his own hips lifting so he can tug his trousers down a bit further as well, aching to touch himself. it's obvious when he gets what he wants, if thoma's eyes don't close or turn away he'll see the way his lashes flutter, the way his shoulders shudder, as his hand wraps around his own cock and strokes.

and the groan he lets out is incredibly lewd, lewder than he can recall making last time, with a need to drive the other as crazy as he feels he is right now. }

[ He's already there. He's far far gone from this absolutely lethal combination being used against him. Ayato's mouth around him, his darkened eyes on him, the hints of his lord touching himself, and that groan. That single groan that resonates deeply in his gut and will undoubtedly haunt some very pleasant dreams for weeks to come. ]

[ If he survived this. ]

Ayato-!

[ There's a hint of warning in his tone as his control totters right at its edge again, tipping its toe into the fall. His hips start to buck, and from the way his own thighs tense after each one he's trying so desperately to hold back but he can't. He just can't, in the face of all this temptation. ]

[ If Ayato keeps his mouth over him, those erratic bucks up will turn into full thrusts, desperately chasing after the warmth of his mouth and throat, as Thoma mindlessly murmurs Ayato's name between whined pleas for more and choked gasps of apology for losing himself. ]

[ He can't hold on but he can't look away. He could never. ]

{ the hand on thoma's thigh lets go, reaches for his hand instead to gently touch and squeeze, to reassure. he wants this. he doesn't pull away, even as the back of his throat burns the first time thoma thrusts in. nor does he pull away as his eyes water from the sting of it. but he does keep those same eyes on him, enchanted with the way thoma pleads yet tries to gasp his apologies in almost the same breath. even if his own gaze is unfocused, there's no sign of backing down even if by the end of this he may very well need some lemon and honey tea.

he remembers rather vividly how it had felt to succumb to thoma's mouth before, after all. the pleasure that had him reeling, gasping for air and losing himself, and wants to give as much back in return.

and if anything, the last thing he wants is for a balance to be tipped before they even start, where thoma gets the impression he wouldn't go above and beyond for him as well.

ayato wouldn't get down on his knees for just anyone. he wants that burned into thoma's mind for the future. to know that he's his in every way. that he wants to please him as much as he wants to be pleased.

another moan spills from his lips, vibrates against the cock in his mouth and against his tongue, as he strokes himself faster. his hips stutter slightly, but he doesn't have the capacity to keep his mouth in place and move at the same time and his legs are going numb from being locked in place for so long. }

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why the fuck are his clothes so complicated

wow look who is talking

shhh ssshh dkgm

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