( OPEN ) JUNE CATCH ALL

[cranekin]

WHO: Tsurumaru and you
WHAT: Open memshares and custom starters
WHERE: Vegas, memories of the past
WHEN: June
WARNINGS: Murder/death (including children), violence, religious themes

catch-all for the month, open to using event prompts, setting up starters, etc.
if you would like an original starter or have your own idea, hit me up yosakoi | discord: diejoubus

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[lifeprice]

[ It strikes him, like an odd punch in the gut.

Aki is accustomed to taking care of himself. He lived alone for years after his family died, and there was a distance between himself and others, one not even Himeno could crack at times. It was only when Denji and Power bullied their way into his life that some of that pain and grief had faded and left him vulnerable - but he was still the master of his own care. He still cared for himself, he just had others in addition to it.

One packet of cigarettes is painfully simple, but it speaks volumes to a man who had lived in pain and isolation for so long that something as bland as a gift could move him to tears.

Reaching out, he takes the packet and tilts it, one way and then the other. It’s his brand, the kind he’d struggled to find here, even with similar companies selling their wares. His craving for a cigarette might have been tempered by stress and exhaustion, but there’s no denying the itch now.

Lifting his head to look at Tsurumaru, he can barely resist.

Cigarettes squeezed in his fingers, he leans in to kiss him, harder than before, all tooth and tongue and desperation. The feeling floods him, burns inside of him; I like you, I like you so much, thank you even as his heart races and his skin burns with warmth.

It’s just cigarettes, but it isn’t.

Hand on Tsurumaru’s cheek, he barely breathes, biting at his mouth gently before he leans back. ]

Thank you.

[cranekin]

(He watches as Aki takes the packet and turns it over like there's some sort of trick. It's the type of reaction he was hoping to get and he holds his head up high, chest out, clearly proud of his gift.

It's the type of thing he'd expected to happen. In case the mission was difficult, in case Aki ran out, in case he couldn't find what he wanted in a new land, then Tsurumaru would have a surprise ready for him. Of course, he'd wanted to give it to him earlier but with everything that hat happened, with all that had gotten in the way, there were delays. It feels good to finally give it to him, the though.)

I wanted to give it to you ea--

(And he makes a surprised sound. It's undignified and totally uncool the way he squawks when Aki practically lunges at him. He's so caught off guard, he can only respond. He gasps, he smiles, and he keens. There's no time to prepare. He's breathless before he even knows it and when it's over, he lets out a breathy laugh.

Face flushed, chest out, chin raised, so proud.)

Were you that surprised?

(At some point, he'd wrapped his arms around his shoulders and he finds himself hanging, dizzy and so utterly taken. He pulls himself up, leans back in, and kisses his neck, teeth teasing skin and sighs,)

Good.

I'll be sure to give you more surprises.

(It's a promise.)

[lifeprice]

[ The promise is alluring, delightfully so, and Aki thrives with it.

Cigarettes and room service, a mindless movie, a hot body beside his own that he can tease and touch and care for. The warmth of Tsurumaru’s eye and gaze, the arms on his neck, the mouth on his skin… It is all delicious and heady, leaving him fit for nothing more than desperate and delicious yearning.

Aki is briefly possessed by the memory of the maid outdoors, of hand on skin and silk, of dark eyes and quiet, breathy noises, and he can feel his skin flush as he tilts to give more space for kisses. He knows he’s embarrassed by his own reaction, his own want, but despite all his contracts he is only human. Aki is unable to resist the pull of desire in the same way many others fall victim.

Shifting, he kisses along Tsurumaru’s jaw, lips curling into a placed, smug little smile. ]

Is it my turn to surprise you, in that case?

[ Aki curls into him, half tempted to leave a mark, a hickey, kissing at Tsuru’s skin as he pushes closer. ]

I’ve been told cigarettes are the most fun after orgasm.