[ It’s not as if Aki expected anything else, but his heart is still a little sore.
There’s enough here for him to be content all the same, leaning into the kisses and letting himself indulge. It’s easy, uncomplicated when he shoves the emotion aside, mouth on mouth in easy pleasure. A kiss is a kiss and he needs no more, wants no more, even as his wounded heart asks for it.
It’s only pride. Tsuru likes him enough to be here, to take care of him, to kiss and touch him. That he’ll never have a place in his heart - well. Maybe Aki ought to concern himself with himself more, but that’s never been his strong suit.
Leaning back, he hums softly before he considers. ]
Taste…? Oh.
[ A short, huff of a laugh. ]
I ran out of cigarettes. They don’t have my brand here, so it’s different.
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There’s enough here for him to be content all the same, leaning into the kisses and letting himself indulge. It’s easy, uncomplicated when he shoves the emotion aside, mouth on mouth in easy pleasure. A kiss is a kiss and he needs no more, wants no more, even as his wounded heart asks for it.
It’s only pride. Tsuru likes him enough to be here, to take care of him, to kiss and touch him. That he’ll never have a place in his heart - well. Maybe Aki ought to concern himself with himself more, but that’s never been his strong suit.
Leaning back, he hums softly before he considers. ]
Taste…? Oh.
[ A short, huff of a laugh. ]
I ran out of cigarettes. They don’t have my brand here, so it’s different.