[ Ainosuke's grin is absolutely vile when he pulls himself up behind Tadashi. To be certain, Tadashi looks impeccable in suits. Formality looks breathtaking on him, all fine professionalism in designer cuts, but Ainosuke and Langa are of like minds on this particular point: Tadashi looks far better in nothing at all, and that's exactly how he should be. Undone, messy, begging; Ainosuke almost envies Langa, getting to see Tadashi like this for the first time. He'll never want to see Tadashi any other way again.
Langa is hesitant with Tadashi, plying and sweet face-to-face, and Ainosuke is Langa's dark mirror at Tadashi's back. There's a familiarity between them in this regard. Ainosuke is intimately acquainted with Tadashi's body, attuned to all the intoxicating little details, all the triggers and tethers that make him gasp and shudder, and he pulls them all without mercy. Like now, when he pushes fingers through Tadashi's hair, and they curl sharply into a fist at the crown of his head, yanking it back to rest on Ainosuke's shoulder. ]
For tonight, you're to obey Langa as you obey me, my pet. Understood? Will you be a good boy for us?
[ This, in a sneer against the shell of Tadashi's ear, as he reaches beneath Tadashi's arms. Both hands snake over his suit coat, then grasp the lapels to peel it away from Tadashi's shoulders. Loathe though he is to relinquish control -- Tadashi is his dog, after all -- he's too curious to see what Langa will do when he's handed the leash. ]
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[ Ainosuke's grin is absolutely vile when he pulls himself up behind Tadashi. To be certain, Tadashi looks impeccable in suits. Formality looks breathtaking on him, all fine professionalism in designer cuts, but Ainosuke and Langa are of like minds on this particular point: Tadashi looks far better in nothing at all, and that's exactly how he should be. Undone, messy, begging; Ainosuke almost envies Langa, getting to see Tadashi like this for the first time. He'll never want to see Tadashi any other way again.
Langa is hesitant with Tadashi, plying and sweet face-to-face, and Ainosuke is Langa's dark mirror at Tadashi's back. There's a familiarity between them in this regard. Ainosuke is intimately acquainted with Tadashi's body, attuned to all the intoxicating little details, all the triggers and tethers that make him gasp and shudder, and he pulls them all without mercy. Like now, when he pushes fingers through Tadashi's hair, and they curl sharply into a fist at the crown of his head, yanking it back to rest on Ainosuke's shoulder. ]
For tonight, you're to obey Langa as you obey me, my pet. Understood? Will you be a good boy for us?
[ This, in a sneer against the shell of Tadashi's ear, as he reaches beneath Tadashi's arms. Both hands snake over his suit coat, then grasp the lapels to peel it away from Tadashi's shoulders. Loathe though he is to relinquish control -- Tadashi is his dog, after all -- he's too curious to see what Langa will do when he's handed the leash. ]