wayofthehousekeeper | [seasons] IC Inbox

{ 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. }

[ Thoma will brew all the tea Ayato needs in apology for what he perceives is too-rough behavior. Even as their gazes meet, violet eyes burning as he watches and strokes himself even while encouraging Thoma to keep moving, there's a hint of himself that tells him not to be so rough with the man. He's injured, he's new to this, he's... ]

[ ... He's moaning around him in pleasure and each sound and vibration around Thoma's cock sends quakes through his body that send him shakingly closer and closer to his edge. He presses himself in more and more, cautious thrusts going more erratic and desperate and wanting. Apologies and Ayato's name fade into wordless whines and groans as his lord accomplishes his task of making Thoma lose his mind to the pleasure. ]

[ Without surprise, that last moan paired with a squeeze of his hand is what finally collapses his resistance. There's a stuttered warning, undoubtedly too late, before his hips give a final buck up, reaching his orgasm with a muted gasp. ]

{ it's hotter than he remembers or spent his time imagining over the past few weeks. ayato burns that look on thoma's face into his mind, lets it consume him completely.

he gives up on touching himself--however difficult it is, when his body yearns for it right now--to try and prepare himself for the inevitability. only, it comes faster than he'd expected. his mouth has to pull back on a small wheeze, eyes shutting as he can't catch it all. he doesn't even bother to do anything about his face or hair, hand focused on helping thoma wind down from his orgasm instead. it's definitely pushing it a little, when he knows there will be a level of overstimulation at some point, but he wants to ensure he finishes this properly. }

Oops. { his voice sounds foreign to himself, hoarse as it is when he speaks.

and then he tilts his head, mouth kissing at the hand held against his that has been gripping on for dear life. } I'll see to that in a moment...

{ he doesn't move to stand, doesn't move to wipe his face. instead, he gives thoma a smile against his skin and lets the hand that had been holding his to drift down to resume stroking himself again. it's much less erratic now, even with how his breath trembles, but he still wants--needs--the contact. }

[ The sheer amount of whining he's done in the last few minutes would be embarrassing if he had any of his senses left to him to be embarrassed with. Every thought has been emptied out of his head in the aftermath of his orgasm, squeezing Ayato's hand tightly and watching with blown eyes as he makes a mess over his lord's beautiful face. Every instinct would scream at him to clean his lord's face if he could manage the thought. ]

[ As is, he can barely manage to do anything other than moan softly while erratically bucking his hips into Ayato's hands through the last sparks of his orgasm. Whine again when he feels that soft, heated kiss against his hand, and distantly notices that Ayato's hand is moving over himself again. ]

[ He should... he really should... ]

Ayato, let me... I want to touch you too.

[ He's whining again and probably still too dazed to manage anything, but every bit of him left with consciousness burns to help his lord. To see him when he hits his peak as well. ]

{ while the whining may be embarrassing to thoma, it's music to ayato's ears. he wouldn't have it any other way. }

Sit... sit back a little more. { it isn't really a command when he sounds so breathless, when his voice cracks at almost every syllable from the strain his throat has been put through.

it takes a lot of strength for ayato to finally move himself. thankfully he's used to sitting like this at home, with his feet carefully folded under himself, but even now he feels the prick of pins and needles as he pushes his thighs to raise himself up.

he needs to use both hands to steady himself, fingers pressing down onto the bed on either side of thoma's thighs. he manages to get onto shaky feet, but then one hand is moving to pull down his trousers and underwear, feet stepping out of them one at a time as his legs burn from blood returning.

whether thoma manages to push himself back or not he doesn't know, doesn't give himself much chance to wait before he's leaning to needily kiss him again, one hand pressing onto the bed to keep himself steady. now his own clothes are fully off he tugs at thoma's as well. they'd barely got them low enough on his thighs earlier, after all. }

Mmn.

[ Whether it's a purposeful command or not, Thoma's body reacts to it on sheer instinct, scooting itself back to give room for the other man to climb up onto the bed and join him. His mind registers none of this, of course, far too enamored with watching the way his lord rises and leans closer, balancing himself in front of him to slide off his lower garments. ]

[ Even with numbed legs, he looks beautiful to Thoma. ]

[ He's so absolutely heads over heels for this man. ]

[ That kiss is met just as eagerly, a little messier since Thoma's still regaining his mind. His hands have minds of their own, needing desperately to touch his lord now that he's close; one rests over Ayato's hand on the bed, sweet and warm in contrast to the other that finds its way to the man's shoulder again before slipping down, raking its way down his front to tease heated fingertips over Ayato's nipple. ]

[ Absently, he does shift his hips up at that tug on his pants, wanting those gone almost as much as Ayato does, but moreso than that he wants to keep kissing him, wants to pull him in closer so he can touch more and more of him. Wants to clean off that mess on his face with his own lips, no heed being paid to its origin, only a need to once again clean off this enchanting man. ]

{ thankfully he's strong enough to keep himself steady even with the countless distractions going on at the moment. his knees buckle into the bed, just about keeping himself propped up against it now there's space for him to settle.

his fingers dig into the bed where he is keeping his balance though, clinging on for dear life as the kiss continues and he's trying to multitask with getting the rest of thoma's clothing off while his body wants to tip into the fingers on his chest.

he has to pull his mouth away to lean back, but it's only after a few more pecks and licks that he manages. he has to free his hand from under that sweeter touch too, needing both to finally be able to lift and tug thoma's off the rest of the way. he has to twist to do it, careful to hide the slight wince that twisting his body does.

now that they are though, he'll actually crawl forward until he can sit atop the other, thighs on either side of thoma's hips, and leans down again to kiss him. his hand is automatically reaching to hold the other's again, wanting that grounding when he wants nothing more than to let himself go with the pleasure. now that he can actually settle, that he can focus, he'll whisper against thoma's lips between those needy kisses: } Touch me, please.

[ 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. ]

I would touch you like this every day, my lord.

{ the position gives him a very nice view, anyway. as he gets to gaze down at thoma while they exchange more of those addictive kisses. maybe it isn't the best one overall (his back may hate him later, with how he has to lean to keep those kisses going) but he does like the fact he has a hand free to let himself explore as well.

the hand in thoma's squeezes softly, a smile forming on the edge of his lips, as his other hand slides up over the other's stomach and abs. his fingers are barely ghosting over the skin, as though mesmerised he gets to touch him at all.

and then he is yet again incredibly distracted when there's a hand that isn't his own wrapped around his cock. air leaves his lungs in a rush, and his eyes flutter closed and he can't seem to stop himself from shifting slightly, hips rocking forward for more of that heat.

the moan he makes as he's teased makes his own face flush, his head tipping down a little more so his hair hides some of it. }

I may not survive- { it comes out in a rush when he finally gives him what he was asking for, firmer strokes that make his head spin in a way that make him lose focus.

when thoma's hand shifts a particular way, or goes at a certain speed, he'll hear gasps of encouragement from under ayato's breath. ah--yes mmngh right there.

his head drops lower, finally landing with his forehead tipped against thoma's chest. thoma will be able to feel the way ayato pants against his skin, mouth open as he struggles to remember to breathe, far too focused on the way his thighs tense, failing to hold himself back at all as he rocks into thoma's hand as he chases his own orgasm. }

[ The view's not bad at all from down here either. ]

[ That's a filthy lie though, it's amazing, considering how hypnotized Thoma is by it. Even when all he can see are Ayato's purple eyes staring hazily into his own, he's entranced by it. Those eyes, focused on him and nothing else, he could have been satisfied with just that. ]

[ But he was lucky enough to have been granted more. So much more. When the kisses finally end, Thoma's sorely tempted to lean back and let his eyes rake over Ayato's form shamelessly. To drink in the rest of him, a form he's seen flashes and peaks of, but he'd never openly looked at Ayato with the kind of eyes he had now, full of need and a layer of growing greed for him underneath. ]

[ How he manages to pull his eyes away from his lord's flushed and gasping face, he doesn't know, but he inevitably finds himself shifting his gaze down and watching the way his hand moves over Ayato's cock. The way Ayato moves up into his hand. The other's continued gasps fill his ears, stirring the heat low in his belly and bringing a flush to his own face at the combination of the two. ]

[ He'll keep working him over, building the pace and intensity to send his lord over that edge as he murmurs quietly in response, gently coaxing him. ]

I'll be here then, like I'm here now. Ayato, please, release for me?

{ his eyes squeeze shut, hand tightening in thoma's for dear life. his mind is the most blank it's been in weeks, unable to focus on anything but how thoma feels against him, how his hand feels as it strokes him so well. a part of him wishes he would be more collected, would be able to say something in response to those almost sweet words.

his hips lose their rhythm, helplessly stuttering, as he finally reaches the edge and falls headfirst over. there's little in terms of a word of warning, other than the way his other hand moves to his mouth to try and muffle the sounds that fall from his lips. he sounds desperate in those last moments, unable to even form a sentence or a handful of words.

the only word he seems to be able to form between the strangled ones is thoma's name, finally, as he lets go and spills into the other's hand and between their bodies. }

[ Thoma's there to catch him as he falls. He always would be, for Ayato. There's a soft inhale as he watches the other man spill between his fingers, letting the mess coat his fingers without care as his eyes flicker up to look at Ayato's face and drink in his expression. While his senses may have mostly returned, there's only one care in his brain right now. Watching and seeing his lord through his orgasm so he can stay in this blissful state for as long as he'd like. ]

[ Hearing his name, however strangled it is, gets him blushing all over again at how pleasant a sound it is. How much he'd like to hear just that, over and over if he could. It stirs up his affections once more, urging him to pepper soft, small kisses over Ayato's neck and ear as he holds the man through his recovery and tries very hard not to make it obvious how watching Ayato release has... affected him. ]

The look you have right now is beautiful.

{ there's a long moment where all he can do is let his eyes flutter and breathe again. it's like all the air has been forced from his lungs, body feeling like jelly as tiredness seems to creep up on him. but, he doesn't want to miss this either, he wants to bask in it, much like he would have done with the sun. to soak up those soft kisses, those gentle words.

so he just sighs, content as he shifts himself to try and get more comfortable. it's a little difficult to do though when most of his weight is on thoma and--

really thoma??????? }

I could have said the same about you.

{ it's a soft murmur though, as his eyes stay lidded when he glances back up at him again now. when he moves again it's slower, just enough so he can rest his weight more on thoma and stretch his legs out, moving so he's high enough to bury his face properly in thoma's neck. }

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why the fuck are his clothes so complicated

wow look who is talking

shhh ssshh dkgm

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