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[ it's a pretty simple shirt, tbh; he'd stripped out of his armor earlier, so it's just a high-necked collar thing that's in velvet brocades and all that. not super regal wear but it's lordly enough, and comfortable to move in.

when he sees how receptive Tsuyukusa is he slides his hands up higher, tracing the scars mapping over his chest with intimate wonder. he could help him with the shirt, but he has faith in Tsuyu's abilities and only kisses him in encouragement ]

[Tsuyu fiddles with the shirt one-handed for a few moments before surrendering and sliding his other hand down from Sigmund's hair to get the job done more effectively.

As for those scars, his skin is a criss-crossing mess of old, old scars cut through by layers of newer ones, of pretty much any type of scar you could think of, from burns to massive monstrous bites to blade scars. He smiles into the kiss, pleased with the contact.]

[ ... Tsuyukusa...

the further and the worse he goes, the more his breath catches in his throat. he ends up pulling away and pushing Tsuyu's shirt up to look at the scars on his chest quietly, and ends up tracing his thumb over the edges of each and every one of them, like he could hear their story through touch alone.

when he's done with that, he leans in to follow the same path with his lips, and it's an infinitely soft gesture that it's barely stronger than a breath. ]

[his whole body's like that, really. not just his chest. but while it's easy enough to ignore his scarred hands, it's pretty different with the ones on his torso.

he gets that, he does, but it's still strange to have that much attention paid to them, and he halts his progress on Sigmund's shirt to settle his hands on his shoulders and watch him, a little stricken, breath catching.]

[ eventually he stops, feeling Tsukusa's reaction, and leans back a little with his gaze flicking upwards. ]

Are you all right?

...It's been a while since anyone paid those any mind, is all.

[cupping his cheek 'x']

[ ... ducking his head, laughing, and it sounds more relieved than anything. ]

I see.

[ but he turns his face into Tsuyu's hand, and when he looks up again, his eyes are warm and soft. ]

If it bothers you, you will let me know. Right?

Of course.

[it's hard not to respond to that sort of face in kind.]

[ he smiles, and without taking his eyes from Tsuyukusa's leans in to kiss at his stomach, sliding his hands down to start working on his pants. his movements are practiced and calm, in no way hurried or rushed, like he's really intent on taking his time and savoring this moment as long as he can ]

[he shivers, and curls his fingers in Sigmund's hair again, stroking it absently.]

[ he'll return to kissing at his chest and torso, then, while his hands gently ease Tsuyu's pants down to his thighs and stops. his palms slide up exposed thigh, over his hips and then around the small of his back once more, drawing him close. ]

[Cooperative! Except for the part where he's tugging Sigmund up to kiss the hell out of him.]

[ oh |D well okay, you can have that, and he'll even stop touching him to kiss back. it's soft and deep and slow as hell, but no less intense, really. he's pressing into Tsuyu, dragging his hands down his back, curling over his hips possessively and then

there's fingers dipping between his legs, to skirt over his balls and up the length of his cock. ]

[He's a little bitey into the kiss, though he does keep it gentle-- until Sigmund touches his cock, that is, and Tsuyukusa breaks the kiss to nip at his jaw, jerking his hips in a short movement designed to grind down against the tent in Sigmund's pants.]

[ it's fine if Tsuyu wants to be bitey or not; Sigmund certainly doesn't mind, given the state of his arousal, and if anything it only prompts him to let out another low moan of pleasure. he grinds up when Tsuyu grinds down, rocking his hips against him and digging his nails in as though to anchor himself as he does it again, and again. ]

[Tsuyu definitely knows what he's doing, opening up Sigmund's shirt and trailing kisses and bites down his throat, bucking against that delicious pressure.]

Tsuyukusa...

[ his voice comes out hoarse, body writhing under his attentions, but he still manages to reach between their bodies and take Tsuyu's cock in hand gently. his touch, though, isn't so gentle, and he squeezes him once before he starts jacking him off with firm, quick pumps ]

Ah--

[He has to drop his hands down to the bed, change his movements to jerky little thrusts, lest he forget himself and lose track of his strength. He closes his mouth, too, just pressing kisses to Sigmund's collarbone.]

[ he kisses at any and all parts of Tsuyukusa he can reach, desperate and affectionate and loving all at the same time. he whispers sweet nothings against his skin, tells him how beautiful and wonderful he is, cradles the heavy weight of his cock in is hand and murmurs about how good he sounds, like this.

and then he curls his free hand over his ass, presses between them and probes lightly at his entrance distractedly. ]

[Tsuyu relaxes immediately at the feel of that finger, boneless and reflexive. As young as he may seem sometimes, this is clearly something he knows, and knows well. He whines against Sigmund's skin and keeps rocking, not at all skittish about any of it.]

[ his fingers are slick, so it's easy for him to push one in carefully, taking caution for Tsuyukusa's comfort to ensure he wouldn't hurt him any time soon. Tsuyu's warm and tight inside, not at all what Sigmund is used to and he finds himself compelled to push another finger inside of him almost immediately to start stretching him open.

it's hard to be patient in this when all he wants to do is push himself inside and take out his pleasure on his body, but he restrains himself with short, quick jerks of Tsuyu's cock, and kisses at his temple. ]

[His breaths are puffing hot in the hollow of Sigmund's throat, and there's a press of teeth as he smiles against his skin and squeezes around those fingers.]

Hah- hnn- you don't have to be so careful, I'm not gonna break.

... I do not doubt that.

[ pulling his fingers out, gently tracing them around the rim of his entrance as he thinks about how to phrase this without belittling him in some way. ]

If we are to do this, then would you not grant me the opportunity to make it memorable?

... All right.

[He concedes, calming a little.]

[ smiling, and trailing his fingers down Tsuyukusa's inner thigh. he cups him with a warm hand, palm pressing against his crotch and fingers seeking out his heat again to sink into him, slowly. ]