( OPEN ) SEPTEMBER CATCH ALL
WHO: Tsurumaru & you
WHAT: Misc. open and closed prompts
WHERE: Around Neo Tokyo
WHEN: September
WARNINGS: Tsurumaru has a car

WHAT: Misc. open and closed prompts
WHERE: Around Neo Tokyo
WHEN: September
WARNINGS: Tsurumaru has a car

catch-all for the month, open to using tdm prompts, setting up starters, wildcard prompts, etc.
if you would like an original starter or have your own idea, hit me up
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if you would like an original starter or have your own idea, hit me up
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(What a downgrade!!
But in the end, it's all just teasing. They're playing. They're having fun. And before they eventually get out, they splash at each other some more. The departure is a slow and steady. Moving up to sit on steps into the water, then up to the ledge of the bath before eventually deciding its best to get out.
As promised, he makes sure to help Aki dry his hair in return for washing his own. Brushing through hair with his fingers, massaging scalp, careful not to make any tangles and when they're finally ready to return, the walk back to their room is content, relaxed, but also quiet.
Content to just be at each other's side, enjoying the walk back together until their room comes into view. Tsurumaru slips away, skipping ahead of Aki and walking backwards. Raising his hand, he holds up one finger to tell Aki to wait, wait, wait just a moment. )
Wait here. (He places his hand to the door handle but doesn't open it just yet.) Count to thirty.
(The door beeps as he flashes his wrist across the scanner.)
I told you, I have a surprise, too.
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It's nice, to spend time together, to indulge, and Aki is trying to grow more accustomed to the nature of indulges itself.
They're allowed. ]
Thirty seconds.
[ And he's being a good man, too, turning around and tilting his head up to begin to count. ]
One... Two... Three...
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To be honest, he doesn't need that much time. He just didn't know what the situation in the room would be like when they returned. Sometimes the workers enter while the guests are out to prepare things. As promised by the employee from earlier, two futon are laid out on the floor already, side by side, close but still a respectful distance apart. It only takes a few seconds for him to pull one close to the other.
But really, all he has to do in the end... is kneel at the end of one futon. Tucking his knees neatly under him, he faces the door, waiting for Aki to enter. Both hands are placed neatly in front of him in a triangle point and really, the whole image is one of simple grace but presented like this, in the open with nothing around him or between them, it almost feels like...
When Aki finally enters, he's there, waiting in formal offering. He bows lowly, slowly, and when he rises, he holds his head up high to look up at him,)
I don't think I can change myself completely. I've been how I am for too long but Aki Hayakawa...
I promise to give you many surprises but I also want to spend many peaceful days with you.
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He's not expecting the kneeling, the grace, the softness of it. It feels like - something he doesn't want to name, and he has to bite his tongue. It's as if he's some kind of sweet husband come to bed, and Tsurumaru is waiting to receive all his kisses and all his sweetness.
Strangely, it makes him blush.
It's impossible to resist the urge to walk over and cup Tsurumaru's face when he rises, thumb pressing into his lower lip, and he breathes out softly, his own expression filled with warmth and adoration. ]
I've never wanted you to change, Tsuru. I like you just the way that you are.
[ Kneeling, leaning in, Aki brushes their mouths together before he nudges their noses together, their foreheads, gentle and so, so loving. ]
All the days I have left are yours, if you'll have them.
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His lips turn up into a smile and he lets out a light laugh. Reaching out and around, arms hanging loosely around Aki's shoulders, he preens in his embrace.)
I want to. (He wants to change. He wants to be better. He can never truly let go of the past but at the very least, he wants to live more in the present, too.) Even if it's just a little, I want to change because,
(He presses his forehead against Aki's and levels his eyes with him, )
I like you, Aki.
(The words come out so easily. As if he's always said them. In some ways, he has said them. In all of his small praises and all of his teasing and every time he says his name,)
I told you cranes can only have one love. You know, I have more than that. (There's Sadayasu who will always be a core part of who he is. There's also Denji, who he knows he shares Aki with and has come to care so, so much for.) I'll take all of your days and give you all of mine in turn. Another thousand years and more.
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Tsurumaru takes his heart and claims it and Aki can feel it bleeding happiness. Novel, exciting, thrilling beyond measure.
Leaning back, he swallows and licks his lips. How long had he wanted those words? He had known how much they cared for each other, had known that they cherished one another truly, but to be offered it with some genuine warmth, to know it was given freely and not because Tsurumaru felt as if he had to… That’s a gift of its own making.
Cheeks red and warm, Aki leans in to kiss him again, tugging him as close as he can get, their bodies pressed in an embrace that he doesn’t want to end. It’s so perfect, so beyond what he had dared to dream for in this place, and he feels as if he might start crying.
Embarrassing.
Leaning back, he kisses Tsurumaru, a brush of their mouths as he speaks against his lips. ]
I like you, Tsuru. I’m glad that we… That you…
[ The words are too hard, briefly, and Aki tucks his face into his partner’s neck. ]
Everything I have is yours. [ His heart, his happiness, his family, down to his bones and marrow, the depth of his adoration in the makeup of his very being. They’re a family, now, the three of them, and Aki would never have imagined such joy was possible for him.
Tsuru and Denji… Reasons to live. ]
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And then slowly, carefully, he gives himself over, letting himself weigh a little more heavily in his embrace, back into the soft downy fabric of the comforter.)
Then give me all of you.
(Thin fingers tapping the back of his neck, tracing his spine, gently twirling around his hair. Turning his face, to nuzzle against him, he whispers,)
I want everything.