It’s so effortless, the way Ieyasu steals Motochika’s heart away with casual, ( and likely inadvertent ), displays of emotion; a warmth washing over him at the sound of just his laugh.
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Ieyasu had braced himself for plenty a response. He knows of Motochika’s enthusiasm, and he can’t help but simply flourish beneath the overwhelming attention he receives. He’s practically lavished in it, the way his hand squeezes him by the chest with a reverence that takes physical form, how his tongue threatens to engulf him whole, and lord knows that while his teeth remain complacent during the kiss, they still brush against his lips, daring to threaten Ieyasu and remind him just what he’s gotten himself wrapped up in.
And it couldn’t possibly thrill him any more. Least of all fail to regret it.
Really, at every turn Motochika seemed to leave him breath-taken; literally, for this instance, as he pulls away to catch his breath.
“ Do I mind, he asks .. Not — Not at all .. “ He sounds all too eager, voice catching thick in his throat mid-sentence before he swallows hard, only his tone to sound downright wanton the way he’s trying to ground himself again. He tries to wipe the wetness that’s smeared over his lower lip, try to hide how much it really was just a kiss, but to feel his tongue trying to worm it’s way down and claim every bit of him, to feel Motochika making sure his flavor was all too familiar for Ieyasu, and to taste it now so strongly.. He can’t quite suppress a laugh, though, eyelashes fluttering to meet his predatory stare and smile behind a shy hand. He wants this, doesn’t he ? Ieyasu certainly does, without a doubt, and he’s sheepish to admit how apparent that is. Warm cheeks, shaky smile carrying an equally-shaky confidence, and breath that wavers when he gets so much as a good look at that grin full of teeth. The one that tells him that Motochika is not much better off, that this pirate is just as needy and eager as he is.
“Ah.. Am I that transparent ? I’m not surprised; but if you hold me like this, it’s a little hard to pretend otherwise .. “ It’s silly for him to be this riled up, but he watches through his own lidded gaze as Motochika teases his neck with a handful of sloppy kisses, only to accompany them with a daunting bite by sharp teeth he’s all too fond of. It wracks at him, has his body tensing and neck stiffening, gasp wrung out of his throat as if forced out by the Motochika’s fierce jaw. It was hardly too strong a bite, but still leaves him giving a squirm and nearly leaves him out of breath, staggering still from such a viscous kiss and now his neck getting the brunt of it. He gasps aloud for that bite, clutches all the more at Motochika’s shoulder, fingers dragging near his back just to keep from swaying, skin tingling hot where it has been touched, whether if be his groped breast or where he proudly sports a nice looking hickey his men will have to bear witness to the morning after. It may not be the first.
It’s when his other hand begins to wander does he find his heart racing even faster than when he kissed him. It’s when his fingers brush against Motochika’s dare to slide over his knuckles, does he realize he’s still just a touch nervous. His movements shy at first, nearly flinching at their warmth; he’d presumed they’d vanish if he so much as tried to do so, and that this was all some flimsy dream he spawned out of the sap of his heart. Instead, he’s assured that this hand is real and there, hopefully, to stay, so he lays his stakes in reaching forward to press a palm against Motochika’s hand, thumb grazing against the bump of his wrist and allowing his thumb to caress circles into the skin. “ I don’t expect anything less from a Demon. If we’re to sleep together than, why not just take all of me ? “ Its almost casual how he simply offers himself up. How he leans forward, closer into him, head ducking down just to give a playful nip to the pirate’s ear, laughing husky yet bright still. “ Unless you want the moon to be a witness, I doubt you’d want to get comfortable out here. Or do you like the thrill of an audience ? “ It takes all Ieyasu has to not simply be as bold as to SWEEP this man off his feet and whisk him off; be as brash as Motochika is, to kick the door to slide it shut while he’s busy coddling his lover . Instead he’s as testing as ever, his own enthusiasm nearly having him burst at the seems, smiling himself sore just nuzzling into the other’s hair and letting his lips tickle his neck.
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