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[ 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. }

[ Beautiful is better than cute, isn't it? Because Thoma also thinks Ayato is incredibly cute like this, relaxed in his arms in a way he's never seen his lord been. He also thinks he's incredibly sexy like this but he's not ready to say that sort of thing out loud. ]

[ Thoma hums pleasantly in response as Ayato shifts in his lap to make himself more comfortable, an action that Thoma has zero problems with as he lets him move as he needs. He nearly reaches to help him but his hand is still dirtied and there's enough of a mess between them that he couldn't bare to add to it. ]

Hmm... I suspect you're being incredibly biased.

[ As if Thoma wasn't. ]

{ it takes him a few times to get comfortable, ending up shifting so his side shifts to the side, more towards the bed, and instead his leg is just... hooked over thoma as he kind of just holds on. it means he actually can relax, instead of feeling as though he'll topple off any moment from then.

but it also means he can rest his cheek more comfortably on thoma's shoulder, let his head tip to rest there. his gaze is soft and quiet as this whole thing sinks in. }

And you aren't being?

[ His hand is hastily wiped on the edge of the sheets before scooting himself back further, so Ayato is no longer in danger of tipping off the bed. Now, he can freely (and minding Ayato's bandaged side, carefully) curl an arm around him, letting his fingers drift idly against the bared skin of his lord's bared back. ]

[ It's intimate and gentle, a change from their earlier desperation to bury themselves in heat and lust, and it flusters Thoma all the more for it. It squeezes his heart at the same time, with how deeply he enjoys it and how nice it feels. ]

Not at all. Your handsomeness is a well known fact.

{ he lets out a small soft 'mm' at the arm curling around him and the warmth that brings. it's enough to make his eyes flutter closed this time, a small yet incredibly soft smile on his face, enjoying the intimacy of it.

it feels incredibly nice, safe and cozy in a way he's not really experienced before. }

I'm fairly certain you're just being biased.

{ it's very quiet when he says it though, almost automatic as a response as he simply just relishes in the contact. he is incredibly relaxed. }

[ His responding laugh is just as soft and quiet, not wishing to disturb this peaceful state they've found themselves in. It's too rare, too precious to end so soon, and Thoma wants to soak in this feeling of Ayato in his arms, his breath falling against his neck, for as long as he can. ]

[ He hopes they can have more, like this, from now on. ]

I can be biased and be factual in this case.

{ he laughs under his breath in return to that, and now his mind is a little less foggy (definitely just as peaceful though) he'll continue with: }

Should I be concerned you're saying these things while my face is definitely not very clean right now?

[ Ayato regaining his thoughts means Thoma's of getting flustered again, which he does once Ayato brings attention to the mess he'd specifically made. Wait... hadn't he made both messes, technically... ]

Oh- my apologies, I can clean that off for you-!

{ he shushes him at that }

Not yet. We can clean up in a bit. { the way his arm tightens to hold him there instead is a sign that he's likely not ready to break this moment yet either. }

If the apartment is still empty, maybe we can even shower together? Of course, I'll need assistance in changing the bandage after, but it's likely due by now anyway.

[ Well Thoma had been about to try and scramble away for something to clean his lord off with, but the second Ayato's arms tighten around him he melts back into his embrace without much fight at all. Weak as a puppy in front of their favorite person, which honestly isn't that far off a metaphor. ]

[ It is some sort of progress though, that Thoma doesn't immediately explode into a fluster at Ayato's shower suggestion. The blush is there, of course it is because somehow he can still find a way to be bashful in spite of his lord literally sitting naked in his lap, and his tone is shy but there's an underlying warmth and contentedness as well. That he's not outright objecting to the idea of doing something above his station, but instead considering it as a lover. ]

That... sounds very nice, actually. And you know I'm quite well-versed in changing bandages.

{ there's a soft sigh of relief that escapes before ayato can stop himself--just that he knows the likelihood of thoma still going to get something to clean him was highly probable. it's good he doesn't, if only because once the moment is broken he isn't sure how he'll easily fall back into being this relaxed and open to it.

now he does know he isn't moving though, he lets his hand shift slowly over skin, sliding fingertips across thoma's side, across his shoulder, curling up to slide along the chain around his neck to pluck at it gently. }

Mmm, it can wait a little longer though. { if only because right now he's doing his best to not just melt into both the bed and thoma, as though he's finally let all his worries and thoughts be shoved to the back of his mind and lets himself enjoy the moment for what it is. } I had promised to ask for your aid in looking after it.

[ You're gonna get cleaned, young man, and you're gonna like it. ]

[ Not yet though. Because Thoma's just as aware of how easily it feels like this moment could break, with how new it is to the both of them, and he wants it to last just as long. Wants to settle into this feeling of Ayato's fingers against his skin drawing trails over his skin and toying with the chain around his neck. The latter feels far more intimate than it should and makes his heart skip a beat. Was it always possible to feel this content? ]

And I appreciate it.

[ His own fingers skirt along Ayato's hips in back, just mindless patterns that indulge in touching his smooth skin and giving berth to any wounds he encounters as he asks the question that tickles at his mind. ]

... Would you stay the night with me then?

{ he doesn't want to stay this dirty forever either, okay???

but his movements are definitely slower, softer as his fingers move back and forth along the metal.

but his eyes snap up at the question, before they sink to the side. there's a faint flush to his own face this time, especially as his hand wraps gently around the tags at the end of that chain and holds it. }

I'd love to.

{ the words are quiet, still getting used to this honesty and openness that is justified to share now, but foreign and something he'll need time to adapt to.

but he refuses to miss the chance by running from it as well. especially if it promises to have more time like this. }

[ The blush is easy to see on Ayato's fair skin; it's a look that suits him well in Thoma's extremely biased opinion. A look that shows just how vulnerable the other man is allowing himself to be right now, and that knowledge alone is enough to squeeze at his heart is silent joy for his lord being able to relax even just a bit more. It also urges Thoma to press a soft kiss next to his ear, to cover up the way he smiles so helplessly at Ayato's acceptance. ]

[ Now if only there was something he could do to hide the way his heart pounds in his chest and the slow but steady stirring of his body in response to Ayato in his lap, that'd be great. ]

[ He's rather suddenly reminded of something though, and those fingers that had been tracing along his back slide over his lord's hips, then along his thighs. ]

Was the lotion useful?

[ Yes, he had been worried about Ayato's thighs. ]

{ the soft noise he makes in response to the kiss next to his ear likely isn't going to help matters either. nor is the way his head tilts into it, his eye closest to it closing at the softness of the action.

and if he thought he'd be able to stay calm, it goes out the window as thoma's warm hand slides over his skin, moves to his thighs and he's reminded of how he'd fared a few weeks back. }

I had to use what was left, but it healed over a couple of days, yes. ...Thank you. Ah- { he goes quiet for a second, hoping he won't worry too much but- } I don't need it right away, but would you happen to have anything for a sore throat? { he laughs, a faint huff of breath. } I may need something soon.

{ at least he doesn't sound as hoarse anymore but um........ }

[ He is at least relieved that Ayato's legs are fine now; if there had been some sort of lasting damage he'd truly never be able to forgive himself. Permanent injury on his lord for a brief period of selfish satisfaction was something he would have banished himself over. Nevermind that he'd had next to no control over his actions at the time. Unforgivable!! ]

I can make tea later, and I have throat drops as well.

[ As if to apologize, he ducks his head further, kissing gently over Ayato's neck with a mix of care and intimacy. For someone who wanted to serve his lord, he seemed to have repeatedly taken things of him instead... He's concerned, yes, but at least it's not a frantic worry. ]

Does it hurt now?

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