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{ compared to before, the softness is somehow more overwhelming to process. something that he tries to keep to himself, even if every touch brings shivers to his skin, causes goosebumps and makes him sigh softly.

when the kiss breaks his eyes open, before they're forced to snap shut when thoma's mouth moves to his neck. even if he tilts his head to give him space, he's flushed at each press of lips on skin, not sure what to do with himself. }

...Thoma? { his voice is small when he does speak, a small murmur against his ear, breathless as he is already. } What are you doing?

Kissing you.

[ Is it not obvious, Ayato? Does he need to give MORE warm and affectionate kisses over his shoulder, because he will, witness him do so now. ]

{ it is obvious, maybe he should have said why rather than what, maybe then he wouldn't have this need to bury his face somewhere as he feels heat rise to it.

he doesn't know what to do with himself. }

That, I can tell, I meant-- { but he trails off, and while thoma hadn't intended to make him squirm, he squirms at all the attention he's getting. it's too soft. too gentle. his face feels like it's on fire. } Why?

[ Perish as Thoma has been throughout most of this. ]

[ His gaze shifts to look at Ayato, for a brief moment worried about why the man is sounding so hesitant. But when he sees that flushed look on his face the worry slips away, traded for fond amusement. ]

Because I adore you.

{ he is PERISHING

enough that when his eyes meet thoma's they slide away again. }

Ah. { he pauses, eyes closing now. } It tingles.

[ How can my master be this cute- ]

I'll take that as a good sign then.

You could kiss me again, if you'd like me to stop.

[ Now he is the one teasing!! Though it's still all soft and fond. ]

{ well. he doesn't need to be told twice-

as soon as thoma is done speaking his eyes are peeking open just long enough to find his mouth, lips pressing to lips firmly.

as much as he may tease thoma, he doesn't want to be teased back???? }

[ Maybe he'd learn to like it a bit if he let Thoma do it to him! ]

[ But Thoma is just as happy to be kissing Ayato as he is to be teasing him and the soft moan as he meets that kiss is evidence of that. His hands have been emboldened by Ayato's momentary shyness as well, finding their way over his hips to grip at his rear, pressing his fingers into the skin there. ]

{ loss of control... is something he's still learning. maybe one day he'll get there.

he makes a just as soft, just as pleased, noise as thoma does as the kiss continues--or it would, if he doesn't gasp against thoma's mouth as thoma's hands wander. the gasp surprises him enough that he hasn't even pulled his mouth away, even when his body reacts automatically by pushing back into his hands encouragingly. }

[ Thoma believes in Ayato, as he does in all aspects of his life. ~~Except self-care.~~ ]

[ There is zero hesitation in the way Thoma squeezes his hands over him, which is probably Ayato's best indicator in how swept away Thoma is right now. He's all too encouraged by the sound that slips from Ayato's lips and the shift back against his hands, answering that soft gasp with a low and pleased hum. ]

{ ~~valid~~ }

That feels good.

{ it's a soft murmur as he gets used to it, his hand moving from being tucked between them both to press up onto the bed so he can lift himself slightly. it makes him shift back over thoma, but now he isn't leaning on that he has the chance to let his own hands roam again. each touch is much more gentle than before, less frantic as he feels the dips of his collarbones, thumb gliding gently over the front of his throat then back down again. his palms flatten over his shoulders, curl and knead encouragingly. }

Edited 2023-05-13 11:25 (UTC)

[ Don't tell Ayato his ass feels good, that's a level of bold commentary you can't handle Thoma, you'll die. ]

[ Ayato's hands on him already feel like they're going to be the death of him, those soft touches working so perfectly in encouraging him to slide one hand further. The tips of his fingers brush over Ayato's entrance, in small circles meant to get him used to the feeling. ]

Tell me if it feels uncomfortable at any point?

{ he's a little surprised that thoma moves that far, but the smile he gives as he gazes down at him is gentle, but confident. he may not be used to being pampered with kisses, to feel like he was melting under the other's mouth, but he practiced this but two nights ago.

if anything, he shifts back against his fingers just as gently but encouraging as well. }

I will, but rest assured it's fine at the moment. { his tongue slides over his lips briefly, wetting them as his mouth suddenly feels very dry. } Please, continue.

{ and he'll continue with his own touches as well. made bolder by the progression his hands move from thoma's shoulders and down until both sets of his fingers find a nipple each and gently circle them. }

[ Ayato practiced what- ]

[ His gaze catches on that flicker of Ayato's tongue, enough to partially distract him. The other man is spared more of those adoring kisses, but his fingers know no rest, continuing to rub over that puckered entrance. ]

[ Turning his head away, he brings his other hand up to press two fingers into his own mouth to wet them. And getting a little messier than he'd planned on being in the process when he ends up muffling his own moan at Ayato's fingers on his chest. ]

Ah- Mmff...

{ thoma is apparently about to find out-

ayato concentrates on the feeling of his fingertips circling around thoma's nipples to start, eyes ever watchful as occasionally he flicks the nubs, pinches them gently. even then though, his eyes shift when he sees movement out of the corner of his gaze, lips parting with a soft noise when thoma presses his fingers in his mouth and moans messily around them. }

My my, that's a delightful sight, Thoma.

{ one of his hands moves away from his chest, the other continuing on nonetheless, to brush hair from the other's face. his eyes have already darkened at the sight of it, along with the muffled moan the other makes. and then his fingers are hooking under his chin to make his head turn towards him, pressing his thumb past thoma's lips to join his fingers. it's short lived, dragging back down after to pull on his lip then slides down over skin again, trailing a line of saliva down his throat to his collarbone. }

You're being so good making them extra wet for me, aren't you? Shall I reward you?

[ His face is burning at Ayato's words, that little 'my my' echoing in his ears and dragging another whine from his throat. That precise tone makes him squirm internally every time and in this specific instance it makes him squirm a bit on the outside too. ]

[ It probably haunts his dreams as well, let's be honest. In the good kind of way. ]

[ He turns his head at that gentle pull of his lord's fingers, gaze already hazy from the combination of fingers on him and those words reverberating in his head. He's trying his best not to make any more of a mess of himself than he already has but... but that's not working out very well, not when Ayato slips a finger in and out, drawing a trail down his neck that has him groaning noisily again. ]

[ Thoma is nodding all the same though because who would say no. ]

{ he smiles as thoma squirms under him, it may be only slightly but given where he is it's easy to feel the shift under his body.

locking the look on the other's face into his memories, intending to never forget it, he leans forward to peck his lips against his cheek before he begins. his head sinks down, the hand that had been in thoma's mouth moving to rest on his shoulder for balance. his tongue slides out to lick a path over the edge of his ear, flicking against the piercing, before continuing down over his neck. when he's low enough that thoma's t-shirt will hide it, he sucks on the skin of his shoulder and that forgotten nipple will get a sharp twist at the same time. not harsh enough to hurt, but it will be a shock. }

[ Okay but how is Thoma supposed to literally anything else when he's being distracted so much. He has drop his hand from his mouth just so he doesn't choke himself, gasping openly at the combination of stings over his body that have him jerking up into the touch. ]

[ What was he doing with his fingers again? What was happening? All he can think about is how nice that sting feels and the quiet whine at the knowledge that Ayato was leaving a mark on him. ]

Ah- ha... Ayato... !

{ it's fine, he'll help him out when he's done, for now he wants to have a little fun. wants to hear more of those gasps, whines and moans. in a way that was more tantalising than being touched, which probably says a lot more about him than it should. }

Oh? Do you want me to mark you, Thoma?

{ can he even answer right now? perhaps not, as his mouth peppers kisses lower, sucking at the skin on his collarbone as well, only this time thoma will feel a press of teeth as well, tongue lapping over the mark left behind.

his fingers on his hand will shift to go back to those gentle rubs, waiting for another moment to shock the other. }

[ Goodbye, Thoma's two seconds of control over the situation. It is rightfully returned to Ayato with just a few touches over his body, gasping again at the touch of teeth against his skin. ]

Hah- yes, please, yes-

[ Is he answering or is he responding to everything Ayato is doing to his body... yes. ]

{ he had said yes to the reward!! he's being rewarded!!

though the way thoma can't seem to focus well enough for his answer has ayato smiling against his skin, licking further across and down until his mouth can replace the fingers on his nipple instead. his fingers had been gentle, soft, his mouth however mimics earlier that evening as he sucks hard on the nub, tongue flicking it while it's trapped between his lips. }

[ This is both a reward and a punishment- ]

[ A reward in the way his lord's mouth on him immediately makes him moan, back arching to press against that mouth on him and drown the room in soft gasps and pleas piled over Ayato's name. He's squirming more openly now, his hand falling to the other's thigh for something to grasp onto, spreading the mess on his fingers over it as he scrambles to hold on. Something so simple, coming from Ayato, is overwhelming... how can he handle anything more? ]

[ A punishment in that he can barely control himself like this, how easily his lord can work his body up with just a few touches alone is almost embarrassing and he wants to get back control, wants to pamper and take care of Ayato like he's originally planned but... ]

[ But his lord's desires coaxed a shift in his own so easily that going with the tide was almost an unconscious choice at this point. ]

[ Ayato was truly too powerful. ]

{ with power comes great responsibility--

but it's a shame that with where his mouth is pressed, working hard to turn thoma into a puddle beneath him, he can't quite see his face. can't see the results of his handy work as his teeth graze and then he's peppering gentle kisses to try and wind him back down again.

thoma should honestly know that he wants to be able to give as good as he gets, that he wants both of them to experience the receiving end. wants both of them to feel cherished. }

Thoma? { his voice is soft as he leans back up, kissing over his jaw then grazing lips against lips. } Are you alright?

{ and now he can lean up to look at him, he's endeared all over again by that ever present blush on his face, the way he struggles to keep a hold of himself. }

[ Thoma's flushed all over by this point, gaze hazy but what focus he can manage is entirely on Ayato. He has to admit that it's Doing Something to him, the way his lord keeps working him up and winding him back down, and the closest he can describe it is a growing desperation for anything Ayato would give him. ]

[ Anything. ]

[ Also an embarrassingly high amount of whining on his part, that as well. Just like the one that mixes with a groan as he meets the other's gaze ]

I feel like you already know the answer to that...

{ he smiles at the answer he gets, a little amused but full of adoration. }

Mm, just as I know you'd like to continue. Do I keep distracting you? You removed your fingers, after all. Perhaps you'll allow me to help?

{ he reaches for his hand then, pulling it to his lips. }

Or perhaps you'd rather I took care you now?

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