[ Langa's impressively industrious; falls right in, as if he'd been expecting this all along and planned appropriately for it. Ainosuke knows better, of course; one need only skate with Langa to know he's quick on his feet and sharper than anyone gives him credit for. Besides that, he's been kind enough to take a hand in undressing Tadashi. Which, given that it's one of Ainosuke's favorite tasks, he's happy to overtake the second Langa's hands become distracted. He's plying, smooth; teeth finding Tadashi's earlobe and tugging softly as he works through the rest of his buttons, then pulls him free of his shirt.
Normal circumstances might dictate more. Perhaps that tie would be looped and knotted around Tadashi's wrists while Ainosuke toyed with him. Or else, Ainosuke would collar him, drag him through his paces, softly torture him for hours before letting him come. They've become too accustomed to this nightly pleasured agony; what a delight to have Langa join them for it.
But it's for precisely that reason that, when Ainosuke peels away his shirt, Langa sees all the lingering evidence of Ainosuke's love on Tadashi's skin. Bruised and welted and lovebitten like a watercolor patchwork, heaviest along his neck and shoulders, which are unquestionably Ainosuke's most treasured stretches of Tadashi's body. ]
Don't make him repeat himself, puppy.
[ Ainosuke's fingertips slide delicate along either side of Tadashi's spine, then dig in hard at his hips to shove him forward. ]
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Normal circumstances might dictate more. Perhaps that tie would be looped and knotted around Tadashi's wrists while Ainosuke toyed with him. Or else, Ainosuke would collar him, drag him through his paces, softly torture him for hours before letting him come. They've become too accustomed to this nightly pleasured agony; what a delight to have Langa join them for it.
But it's for precisely that reason that, when Ainosuke peels away his shirt, Langa sees all the lingering evidence of Ainosuke's love on Tadashi's skin. Bruised and welted and lovebitten like a watercolor patchwork, heaviest along his neck and shoulders, which are unquestionably Ainosuke's most treasured stretches of Tadashi's body. ]
Don't make him repeat himself, puppy.
[ Ainosuke's fingertips slide delicate along either side of Tadashi's spine, then dig in hard at his hips to shove him forward. ]