waffles in the pillowfort - an Edensnake thread

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[ The idea has been running through Tadashi's mind for a while now. It's clear to him now that Ainosuke's affection for Langa is not going to fade over time. It's not a dramatic whim of fancy, but a pure feeling of devotion and dedication. And honestly, the more time Tadashi spends at S after the tournament the more he gets to know Langa as well. What might have been jealousy for a flicker of a moment has become something more complicated. He's come to appreciate Langa and see how his natural talent and understated personality have charmed Ainosuke. He's come to be charmed himself.

When Langa comes to the Shindo mansion unannounced it's Tadashi who lets him in and silences the staff with a single look. Ainosuke is still in a meeting, one that Tadashi would have been at as well if not for the paperwork that he had to do for tomorrow's meetings.

Playing host in Ainosuke's absence, Tadashi collects some fresh-made waffles from the kitchen with strawberries and cream. By the time he gets back to Ainosuke's quarters Langa is already constructing something out of the massive amounts of pillows and blankets in the room.

A pillowfort. He tells him as natural as breathing.

Tadashi chuckles under his breath and puts the tray of waffles aside. He moves smoothly to help Langa finish his fort. When it's finished they settle beneath a canopy of silk where Langa happily snacks on the provided food. Watching Langa, Tadashi feels a comforting warmth swell within him. There's the barest hint of a smile at the corner of his lips. Just a hint, mind you.

It's during that time while they chat amiably about skating and food that Tadashi texts Ainosuke to let him know what this situation is. More importantly, he lets him know what the situation could be. It feels a little impulsive, but that's the sort of thing that happens to Tadashi when it comes to these two. ]

Ainosuke-sama should be home in just a few minutes. I hope you don't mind waiting.

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[langalanga]

[Curiosity piques as is his desire.

No.

The desire, simmering just beneath the surface, spreads in his blood just as easily from their words alone. Eyes blown wide, Langa slips his hands over the tie, smoothing it flat over Tadashi's clothed chest. At first, he mulls it over, mind not quite moving over what Ainosuke - and Tadashi, by extension, meant.

But as his gaze goes over Tadashi's pretty lips. Before an idea forms fully, Langa tugs hard onto his tie, stopping just shy of their lips meeting.

He pecks the corner of his mouth as his own lips part in a whisper.]

Eat me.

[Langa unties the tie and slips it off of Tadashi. His hands make work of the buttons, too soft and smooth for him.

He's too far out to feel any sort of embarrassment; easily overriden by the arousal that thickens second by second in the room. Langa has unbuttoned the first three, hands dipping in to feel hot skin. He makes a soft noise then, in awe and in reverence. Perfect...

Langa looks up at Tadashi, gaze clear.]

I want to see your face while you do it.

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[ 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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[ For a brief moment the sensations of Ainosuke at his back and Langa at his front - both of them feeling and exploring his body at once - threatens to overwhelm him. But Tadashi is an expert at reeling in his emotions, analyzing the situation, and making it work. And, oh, he wants this to work. He wants it to work very badly now that he knows what Langa's lips feel like, soft and plush but filled with determined desire.

Tadashi would have leaned in to steal another kiss from him if Ainosuke's hands weren't making quick work of his shirt and dictating the next move. He's not ashamed to show off his marked flesh. He's relieved for Langa to see it, to know that Ainosuke loves him so deeply and fiercely. He wants Landa to know that he can show his love however he deems fit.

He's hungry for another taste of Langa's lips, but he knows that Ainosuke is right. Langa has made his order. Tadashi is more than willing to oblige. He doesn't fight the press of Ainosuke's hands that bend him forward, closer to Langa's body.

Tadashi's eyelids shudder for a moment as the familiar mix of pleasure and pain burns into him. It's such sweet, torturous rapture, to be placed between these two and helpless to their roaming hands. ]

Yes. Of course. I'd be happy to.

[ Slowly, he runs his hands up along the sides of Langa's legs, to his waist. His fingers linger over the fastenings before he looks up to meet Langa's eyes. ]

May I?

[ Even though Langa has already asked this of him, it feels right to ask. Tadashi's research on Langa has been thorough, and so he knows what to expect, but he wants Langa to feel safe and secure above all else. ]

I promise...I promise that I will make you feel good.

[langalanga]

[Langa watches without ever looking away, without blinking, hands roaming as he lightly traces each mark he can reach. Ainosuke's handiwork is beautiful. He's marked Tadashi well, and some part of Langa wants that.

He files that thought away for now, gaze lingering upon Tadashi and the way he's moved by the hands belonging to Ainosuke.

Langa's still sitting, yet to lean back, so he moves forward to cup his face and kiss him properly. Lips warm and abuzz, he goes to deepen it, though the inexperience shows despite his enthusiasm. Soon he pulls away, enough to catch his breath. His heart beats in his ears.]

Yes.

[Langa leans back then, weight against the mountain of pillows that support his back. He lifts his legs so he could reach Ainosuke as well, ankle hooking over his shoulder, or wherever he felt was his shoulder.]

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[ Tadashi is careful with Langa, sweet and respectful. His diligence and his kindness have never been lost on Ainosuke, not from the very moment they met, and it's fascinating to watch him employ it now. He's different like this, with Langa; different enough that Ainosuke finds himself watching every touch with a hint of hunger behind his eyes. Perhaps Ainosuke has never deserved that brand of love, but Langa? He does. He deserves it a million times over, and Tadashi is the perfect fit in that regard.

Langa's ankle comes to rest on Ainosuke's shoulder, and he tilts his head with an indulgent grin to shower Langa's leg with languid kisses. His touch is meaner than Tadashi's, perhaps a bit feral, and his teeth are quick to find Langa's pant leg, sharp fangs at the inseam. Tempting though it may be to reach around Tadashi and undress Langa himself, he recognizes there's some weight to this moment, something between Tadashi and Langa that shouldn't be interrupted.

So instead, his hand glides down Tadashi's spine, pushes in a few slow circles at his tailbone, then creeps around to undo his belt and the front of his slacks. ]

The two of you look good enough to eat.

[ The comment comes through a smirk as he pushes his hand down the front of Tadashi's pants. ]

Such a pretty picture you paint.

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[ Tadashi is so absorbed in his work of unfastening Langa's pants that he doesn't quite realize what Ainosuke is doing until he feels his firm hand down his front. Instinctively, he groans at the attention. Then, face flushed, he realizes that it's hardly fair for him to feel this sort of touch while Langa is still waiting.

Still, he likes the idea of being a picture for Ainosuke, so he takes his time sliding the waist of Langa's pants downward. He makes a show of it, for all three of them really, unwrapping Langa like the lovely gift that he is. Carefully, he lifts Langa's other leg so that he can pull one leg of the pants off, then assists Ainosuke in pulling off the other. He repeats the same motion with Langa's underwear, leaving him naked from the waist down.

He can't take his eyes off the vision that Langa makes with his long, pale legs parted, opening his pink slit for both him and Ainosuke to see. ]

Beautiful. [ Tadashi breathes softly before leaning in and finally performing the task demanded of him. He brings his mouth to Langa's folds and drags his tongue along him from top to bottom. He repeats the motion in slow, worshipful strides before diving in harder, faster. After all, Langa told him to "eat" him. Tadashi will gladly devour this divine meal. ]