(He settles on him comfortably, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and leans in. Before he can say anything, he feels his mouth against his and he's more than happy to return it. Soft, slow, just enjoying feeling each other, how sweet he tastes, and he presses his forehead against Aki's, sneaking in one more kiss. )
I told you, he's seriously surprising.
(Denji, that is. He's sharper than he or anyone really gives him credit for when it comes to certain matters.
But he shifts forward, gently pushing Aki back onto the bed and supporting himself on top.)
We have a little time. (He isn't sure how much they have until they have to busy themselves with other things but he knows they have some time right now. Leaning in to bury his face against his neck, press light kisses along the side, leaving a visible trail in his wake, ) Relax.
(Reaching to take his hand, locking their fingers together,,)
It's your birthday.
(A day for celebrating Aki. A day for celebrating his life. A day for celebrating being alive.)
[ It's comfortable, easy for him to lean in, to curl close and press himself into the familiar shape of Tsurumaru's body. It's safe and settled here, and he breathes out a little as he turns his head, nuzzling in just a little bit. ]
That's a good thing, isn't it?
[ It's his birthday, that's true enough, and Aki leans back, lets himself be guided, nudged, one way and then the other, eyes blinking warmly up at the other man, his lips curled into a small smile. ]
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I told you, he's seriously surprising.
(Denji, that is. He's sharper than he or anyone really gives him credit for when it comes to certain matters.
But he shifts forward, gently pushing Aki back onto the bed and supporting himself on top.)
We have a little time. (He isn't sure how much they have until they have to busy themselves with other things but he knows they have some time right now. Leaning in to bury his face against his neck, press light kisses along the side, leaving a visible trail in his wake, ) Relax.
(Reaching to take his hand, locking their fingers together,,)
It's your birthday.
(A day for celebrating Aki. A day for celebrating his life. A day for celebrating being alive.)
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That's a good thing, isn't it?
[ It's his birthday, that's true enough, and Aki leans back, lets himself be guided, nudged, one way and then the other, eyes blinking warmly up at the other man, his lips curled into a small smile. ]
Did you have something in particular in mind...?
[ Eyes warm, tender, Aki grins. ]
I'm at your mercy.