(His mouth turns into a smile and he hums against him, lips parting to tease sweetly. There's that moment where he cracks, when he feels that gentle tug in his hair and moans softly, inviting Aki to do more. To take more. He pulls himself close, leaning against him as he reins himself, trying to behave now if only because there are other plans.
Warm from the steam, flushed from the alcohol, buzzing with joy, it takes everything he has to stay good. It'll be worth it. He knows it. But gods, if he isn't dizzy with impatience.
Or maybe he's dizzy from the heat. How long have they been in the water? Time really flies when they're together. This weekend will surely be over in the blink of an eye. But for now, when they have finished with each other and are content to just relax in each other's space, they can look out at the view provided for them.
A dark night, the sky unfortunately patched with clouds that covers the stars and waxing moon from time to time. When the moon peaks out, for a half second he thinks aloud,)
The moon is beautiful tonight, isn't it?
(Always careful with his words, skilled at speaking in riddles and poems, and as old as he is, there's no way a spirit as old as him wouldn't know what he just said.
The moon is beautiful, isn't it? I love you, you know?)
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Warm from the steam, flushed from the alcohol, buzzing with joy, it takes everything he has to stay good. It'll be worth it. He knows it. But gods, if he isn't dizzy with impatience.
Or maybe he's dizzy from the heat. How long have they been in the water? Time really flies when they're together. This weekend will surely be over in the blink of an eye. But for now, when they have finished with each other and are content to just relax in each other's space, they can look out at the view provided for them.
A dark night, the sky unfortunately patched with clouds that covers the stars and waxing moon from time to time. When the moon peaks out, for a half second he thinks aloud,)
The moon is beautiful tonight, isn't it?
(Always careful with his words, skilled at speaking in riddles and poems, and as old as he is, there's no way a spirit as old as him wouldn't know what he just said.
The moon is beautiful, isn't it? I love you, you know?)