[ once their lips meld with one another, tamaki finally releases his hold on sougo's face to move downwards. he holds him with hands splayed on top of his shoulder blades, slowly, firmly moving down to his behind as he takes the invite as a sign to let go of his inhibitions and take a small nip at his bottom lip, before tugging at it gently.
his hands could stop there. he could take a hard squeeze and feel him up and take his sweet, sweet time tracing and claiming every single inch of sougo. the blood rushing through his veins suggests him otherwise, though, and instead, he ducks down and rounds his arms right below to lift sougo off his feet. clumsily, and maybe a little too hasty, he makes his way towards sougo's bed... hopefully without tripping or breaking anything. well, in any case, maybe it'll go unnoticed- tamaki's keeping sougo's mouth occupied enough to avoid any nagging. ]
[With each movement of Tamaki's hands, Sougo's follow suit - languid touches tracing downwards from Tamaki's shoulders to the planes of his chest. It's remarkable how swiftly they ease into a pattern, a give and take that rises like the tides - an ebb and flow that they naturally fall into far more easily than Sougo ever anticipates, and the little tug at his lip only makes him tilt his head into the kiss that much more, a lave of tongue not nearly as shy as his touches.
Ah... it's truly criminal how Tamaki has learned to blindside him so easily. But in so many ways, hasn't that always been the case?
The hands at his backside hardly come as alarming, but before he's even able to register that they're moving to lift him off his feet, he's already up in Tamaki's arms with a sharp gasp that dies between their lips. Tamaki... picked him up?! It takes everything in him to not break their kiss and choke out a startled "Tamaki-kun?!," but pulling away feels far more impossible than it does unsavoury, and all Sougo can do is let out a soft noise as his arms reflexively tighten around Tamaki's torso.]
[ hopefully sougo doesn't notice the smirk that tamaki simply can't help in response to that sound- It was hard to deny the satisfaction of being the cause of sougo's excitement. and it was just as hard to contain the low growl that rumbles through his throat when smaller hands trace over his chest, loving the sensation of being spoiled by him, without anyone around to steal his thunder.
it's a silly thought to think that of someone who had just confessed through a song, but, well, he can't help being a little jealous, right? sougo was just that alluring to him, it'd be no surprise that anyone would want him.
that's neither here nor there now, though. the only thing that mattered was holding him in his arms, moving around his room until he feels the edge of the bed on his legs, and, as much as it pains him to be apart for even a fraction of a second, he tosses sougo out of their embrace and onto it with ease. with no time to waste, he follows suit, crawling over him with haste, a hand already reaching up to touch h-- ah, wait.
first things first, there's too much in the way. it's already stuffy and almost uncomfortable as is to be in this situation, so to prevent things from getting any worse with what's to come, he sits up and peels his hoodie off, haphazardly throwing it behind him (sorry) before hovering above his partner again, lips brushing against his ear as he breaks the silence in the form of a whisper ]
Sorry, Sou-chan. I don't think I'm gonna be gentle this time, either.
[How embarrassing is it that simply being whisked into Tamaki's arms is enough to make him feel the slightest bit breathless? In truth, it likely has everything to do with the way their lips are desperately locked, but Sougo doesn't pull away until he has to, already rather flushed as he glances away just long enough to realize that he's about to be tossed onto the bed.
Is he really so light that Tamaki can just throw him around?! Well... probably, but even as his back hits the mattress and Tamaki crawls over him, he would much rather attribute it to Tamaki being strong enough to pick him up. It really is cruel how unfairly attractive Tamaki looks as he hovers above him and tosses his hoodie aside, and swallowing thickly, Sougo simply can't help himself from reaching up and splaying his hands against the skin newly exposed to him.
Even without words, it's so clear from the glint in those blue eyes that there's a deeper yearning bubbling just beneath the surface of his actions, and it only fans Sougo's flames higher as he hastily returns that whispered tone.]
You know that's just gonna be worse for you, right?
[ that shouldn't come as news for sougo anyway. still, tamaki can't hold back the smug look in his eyes when he's sougo shows no resistance, keeping it well hidden by burying his face into the curve of his neck, nuzzling and taking a breath, immediately feeling sparks when he feels the perfume of sougo's shampoo. that much is already too much for him to handle-- everything in him tells him to let go of any restraint as his hands search and paw at sougo's clothes, tugging just enough to be able to slide his hands in, fingers firmly tracing at any dip and curve it can feel under them.]
[Worse? Call it his impulsivity, but as far as Sougo is concerned, it would be far worse for Tamaki to hold back to even the slightest degree. Moderation is hardly necessary - even with an unfamiliar layer of intimacy woven into every movement, it's impossible to expect anything less during Sanguis. Maybe, in the end, it's all on Sougo for easily being able to interpret being pinned down as romantic...
But before he can manage to say anything, the manner in which Tamaki's broad hands brazenly tug at his clothes and map out every curve beneath them easily catches him off guard, and the unabashed strokes of his own fingers slow to an almost timid halt.]
Do you have to point it out?
[Now isn't the time, is it?! And it hasn't been that long since they've done something like this! Honestly, it sometimes feels like Tamaki's trying to dig at his insecurities, but Sougo knows better than that... even if the concern in his tone is enough to give away the way his brow furrows in response.]
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his hands could stop there. he could take a hard squeeze and feel him up and take his sweet, sweet time tracing and claiming every single inch of sougo. the blood rushing through his veins suggests him otherwise, though, and instead, he ducks down and rounds his arms right below to lift sougo off his feet. clumsily, and maybe a little too hasty, he makes his way towards sougo's bed... hopefully without tripping or breaking anything. well, in any case, maybe it'll go unnoticed- tamaki's keeping sougo's mouth occupied enough to avoid any nagging. ]
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Ah... it's truly criminal how Tamaki has learned to blindside him so easily. But in so many ways, hasn't that always been the case?
The hands at his backside hardly come as alarming, but before he's even able to register that they're moving to lift him off his feet, he's already up in Tamaki's arms with a sharp gasp that dies between their lips. Tamaki... picked him up?! It takes everything in him to not break their kiss and choke out a startled "Tamaki-kun?!," but pulling away feels far more impossible than it does unsavoury, and all Sougo can do is let out a soft noise as his arms reflexively tighten around Tamaki's torso.]
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it's a silly thought to think that of someone who had just confessed through a song, but, well, he can't help being a little jealous, right? sougo was just that alluring to him, it'd be no surprise that anyone would want him.
that's neither here nor there now, though. the only thing that mattered was holding him in his arms, moving around his room until he feels the edge of the bed on his legs, and, as much as it pains him to be apart for even a fraction of a second, he tosses sougo out of their embrace and onto it with ease. with no time to waste, he follows suit, crawling over him with haste, a hand already reaching up to touch h-- ah, wait.
first things first, there's too much in the way. it's already stuffy and almost uncomfortable as is to be in this situation, so to prevent things from getting any worse with what's to come, he sits up and peels his hoodie off, haphazardly throwing it behind him (sorry) before hovering above his partner again, lips brushing against his ear as he breaks the silence in the form of a whisper ]
Sorry, Sou-chan. I don't think I'm gonna be gentle this time, either.
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Is he really so light that Tamaki can just throw him around?! Well... probably, but even as his back hits the mattress and Tamaki crawls over him, he would much rather attribute it to Tamaki being strong enough to pick him up. It really is cruel how unfairly attractive Tamaki looks as he hovers above him and tosses his hoodie aside, and swallowing thickly, Sougo simply can't help himself from reaching up and splaying his hands against the skin newly exposed to him.
Even without words, it's so clear from the glint in those blue eyes that there's a deeper yearning bubbling just beneath the surface of his actions, and it only fans Sougo's flames higher as he hastily returns that whispered tone.]
You don't... need to be gentle.
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[ that shouldn't come as news for sougo anyway. still, tamaki can't hold back the smug look in his eyes when he's sougo shows no resistance, keeping it well hidden by burying his face into the curve of his neck, nuzzling and taking a breath, immediately feeling sparks when he feels the perfume of sougo's shampoo. that much is already too much for him to handle-- everything in him tells him to let go of any restraint as his hands search and paw at sougo's clothes, tugging just enough to be able to slide his hands in, fingers firmly tracing at any dip and curve it can feel under them.]
You're still thin.
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But before he can manage to say anything, the manner in which Tamaki's broad hands brazenly tug at his clothes and map out every curve beneath them easily catches him off guard, and the unabashed strokes of his own fingers slow to an almost timid halt.]
Do you have to point it out?
[Now isn't the time, is it?! And it hasn't been that long since they've done something like this! Honestly, it sometimes feels like Tamaki's trying to dig at his insecurities, but Sougo knows better than that... even if the concern in his tone is enough to give away the way his brow furrows in response.]