[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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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.]