( If he could be touched he'd want it to be Aki. Sword calloused hands against his skin and a cock that looks like it would fill him to the brim. His head feels hazy with the idea of it. Would Aki fuck him slow like he's touching himself? Or hard like a punishment? He'd have to ask for it either way.
His thoughts spin, fingers curving, squeezing. They move faster than Aki's now. He can't help it. )
I'd like it. You could do whatever you want. H-ha. Whatever.
[ Aki groans, biting the inside of his cheek at the easy way Angel gives in, the breathlessness and need in his voice. It's heady, and it makes him want to ruin him, to break him into pieces and see him shatter around him. Never before has he wished so desperately to be able to touch him.
Instead, he focuses on what he can do, tsking softly. ]
Slow down.
[ He widens his own pose, lifting his leg up, baring his hot, hard cock for the other man to watch. ]
( Aki tells him to slow down. Aki spreads his legs further.
Angel whines.
It's clear he's startled by it a second later, fingers lifting away from his cock in an effort to keep his cool, flustered breathing too loud. Aki looks so hard. He looks good, cocksure and smug, infuriating face too pleased. Angel shoots him a look that is ruined by the pink in his face, the way one curl is stuck to his cheek. )
[ Aki knows that now, confidently, and he breathes out a soft, pleased little sound as his fingers curl back around his cock, dragging slow and steady. ]
I want to see you come, Angel, but I want to see you come when I do, together. Maybe then you can have a taste.
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( If he could be touched he'd want it to be Aki. Sword calloused hands against his skin and a cock that looks like it would fill him to the brim. His head feels hazy with the idea of it. Would Aki fuck him slow like he's touching himself? Or hard like a punishment? He'd have to ask for it either way.
His thoughts spin, fingers curving, squeezing. They move faster than Aki's now. He can't help it. )
I'd like it. You could do whatever you want. H-ha. Whatever.
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Instead, he focuses on what he can do, tsking softly. ]
Slow down.
[ He widens his own pose, lifting his leg up, baring his hot, hard cock for the other man to watch. ]
You're not allowed to come yet.
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Angel whines.
It's clear he's startled by it a second later, fingers lifting away from his cock in an effort to keep his cool, flustered breathing too loud. Aki looks so hard. He looks good, cocksure and smug, infuriating face too pleased. Angel shoots him a look that is ruined by the pink in his face, the way one curl is stuck to his cheek. )
Mean.
( He's letting it happen. )
The worst.
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[ Aki knows that now, confidently, and he breathes out a soft, pleased little sound as his fingers curl back around his cock, dragging slow and steady. ]
I want to see you come, Angel, but I want to see you come when I do, together. Maybe then you can have a taste.
[ As a treat.
Curious, he tilts his head. ]
Have you ever used your fingers elsewhere?
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The idea brings a renewed focus to his face, fingers wrapping back around his length as his head tips, birdlike again. )
No.
( He watches Aki stroke his dick, mimics it. Thinks about how hot he'd be to touch. Thinks about the question. )
It sounds like a lot of work.