[He can't remember when he'd laid his feelings bare for Fudou. It'd been unspoken for so long, staring at each other and knowing every time they did that it was not the right time. They had obligations, jobs, responsibilities. They couldn't really commit to each other without having to give up something more important in the process. But when that time came...when those stars aligned just right, he'd fallen into Fudou's arms without a care in the world, letting lips and tongue say what he couldn't fit into words. Now was no different, finding himself all but putty in the other man's hold. That tongue slips in, and he can feel his stomach do a somersault on itself, as if he were still a boy in high school with a budding crush...
It didn't matter when it happened, though, just that their patience paid off, and that they could happily give this to each other (albeit...Sakuma's office was probably not the safest place, but Fudou had always been the lookout for that). His head tilts, giving Fudou as much freedom as he wants to explore his mouth while playfully wrestling his own tongue with his. Their lips only parted when breath was needed, and that pause was just enough to hear Fudou call him by his first name.
How he made that sound so attractive was beyond him...
Before he can even retaliate, Fudou's lips trail up his neck and suckle on a patch of open skin, knowing full well that the man was leaving his mark. He didn't care, honestly--he loved the idea that Fudou was telling the world what was his.
And besides, it WAS the weekend.]
Akio...
[That last syllable strained as he's repositioned, feeling that leg and feeling those teeth nip at his skin. He's powerless against this man every time he did this...and he loved every bit of it.]
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It didn't matter when it happened, though, just that their patience paid off, and that they could happily give this to each other (albeit...Sakuma's office was probably not the safest place, but Fudou had always been the lookout for that). His head tilts, giving Fudou as much freedom as he wants to explore his mouth while playfully wrestling his own tongue with his. Their lips only parted when breath was needed, and that pause was just enough to hear Fudou call him by his first name.
How he made that sound so attractive was beyond him...
Before he can even retaliate, Fudou's lips trail up his neck and suckle on a patch of open skin, knowing full well that the man was leaving his mark. He didn't care, honestly--he loved the idea that Fudou was telling the world what was his.
And besides, it WAS the weekend.]
Akio...
[That last syllable strained as he's repositioned, feeling that leg and feeling those teeth nip at his skin. He's powerless against this man every time he did this...and he loved every bit of it.]