ย ย ย ย ย ย a blush unfurls on his cheeks. blooming like petals opening to spring air. warm color pools against the skin & spreads in silent surrender. the rouge then dusts the bridge of his nose โfaint, yet impossible to missโ & finally reaches his ear. this subtle glow betrays him more than words ever could. the room is dim & comfortable. tamed amber paints the walls with gentle grace. its softened glow curves along their limbs & traces the tension between them. light gathers in patient, warm pools, settling into skin's contours as though wishing to hover. it is unwilling to disturb the fragile stillness holding them suspended. the hush, intimate in its restraint, wraps close. ryลmen calling him beautiful โฆ ? when he looked the way he did? obsidian ink etched into a well-built frame, markings that should have felt severe, yet only rendered him more arresting. how dangerously appealing it made him, how easily attention lingered where it should have faltered. an aroused chill gives way, pearly whites drawing at his lower lip before relinquishing it. the faint pressure leaving behind a tempered simmer that contrasted the cool trace slipping along his spine. something about the way he was seen โ wholly, unflinchingly โ stirred an understated unrest beneath his composure, difficult to name, harder still to ignore.
ย ย ย ย ย ย sukuna always knew how to make his heart stutter into wakefulness, its presence declaring itself in heavy pulses against the cage of his chest, as though desperate to be acknowledged. each beat struck firm & certain, a muted urgency that something within him had long since ceased belonging to himself alone. it felt as though his ribs might yield under the pressure, pried apart not in harm, but in yearning โ as though closeness could be measured in how little distance remained between them. there was a strange, aching desire to draw nearer still, nearer than flesh was meant to allow, to bare the tender things hidden beyond bone & sinew, to share what lay guarded there. as if the contents of his being could be poured gently into the hollow of the otherโs chest, mingling warmth with warmth, pulse with pulse, until no clear boundary remained between where one ended & the other began. something sacred in that imagined closeness .... intimate enough to feel almost sanctified.
ย ย ย ย ย ย his erection swayed upward, involuntary twitches betraying the steady pulse through him, gathering insistently as blood surged. his gaze drops to the seated male, watching the way he looks at him, that striking scarlet eye piercing every barrier heโd built. persistent, unyielding in his life, despite all attempts to keep a distance. toji, moved by a sudden tenderness, leans in & cups the other's face with gentle hands. he guides his head aside, revealing what some might call ruin, but to him feels complete. his lips press reverently to the scar, dwell in silent affection, as if honoring the story etched in flesh. its uniqueness stirs something deep within toji, whose own body carries its own memories. in that serene contact, understanding passes between them, needing no words ... only presence.
ย ย ย ย ย ย lips move to their next target, finding sukunaโs twin flesh, pressing solicitously with persistent want. the kiss breaks, reforms elsewhere, head canting as his mouth descends the other's neck, following the rise of tendon & the heat of skin before drifting to the collarbone, then to the firm chest, each touch conscientious. he finally draws back, just enough to look again, veneration restless in darkened irises. fingers tease the hem of his shirt, tugging upward as fabric rises along his torso. muscle shifts in harmony beneath the lift, contours revealing in measured succession. the knit catches briefly at his shoulders before gathering high, bunching in soft folds. once freed, the garment is discarded, exposing the symmetry of form that moves with unstudied grace. he urges the fabric of his pants lower along powerful thighs, material stretching as itโs guided down, the opening drawn taut before finally giving way.
ย ย ย ย ย ย a hand lifts, coming to rest along the side of the otherโs head, fingers absently, though not without care, threading through light strands, settling there, enjoying the texture upon pads. his free hand closes around his shaft, testing the weight of it with a few slow strokes, breath catching low in his chest as the sensation pulls a honeyed sound from him. he was already sensitive, already aching with that dull insistence that refused to be ignored. " ๅฎฟๅบโฆใใฃใกๆฅใใโฆ" the murmur slips softer than expected, rough timbre edged with something almost coaxing. "ใๅใไฟบใฎใใจๆฐๆใกใใใใใใใ ใใ"
