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[ There's no heat to that either, only the same fondness behind the goo-goo eyes and smile he's been hopelessly aiming at Takuto for...well. A while now. But if he intended to follow up on any cheeky implications he'd be more deliberate about it, instead of contentedly helping Takuto's hands along.
Aaand maybe try to take them in his own once there's a long enough pause, fingertips gently brushing over joints. He has to have examined every inch of these hands a hundred times now, but it's still the first place he goes when he's craving some kind of connection. ]
Mm...neither of us are used to being taken care of, are we?
[ Maruki allows his hands to be taken– of course he does, there's not a bit of affection that he ever turns away. At first it was embarrassing, how clearly he could tell his body was telegraphing that needy, lonely touch starvation, but Akira has never done anything but indulge it. It's second nature now.
He smiles up at Akira then, draws their joined hands up to press kiss after kiss. His words are murmured into Akira's skin, tired but warmed through. ]
No, but I think we're doing pretty well at making up for it. Now, lay down.
[ A contented hum turns into a giggle with Takuto's lips at his hands, like they're both still teenagers and this is all new and exciting, though that's. Honestly just how he always is, the affectionate creature.
It's no less schmaltzy than when he does finally lay back, albeit without letting go of Takuto's hands. ]
Come here, come here~
[ Too tired to sound all that demanding, but the intent is there. Here. Beside him.
Or on top of him. He's not really in a state to care. ]
[ He barely has to ask at all. As soon as Maruki stands up again, he lets himself flop forward, sprawling out across the bed and Akira as ungainly as a newly born lamb. Their hands disentangle only so Maruki can gather him up, both arms wrapping tight around Akira to hug him close like a sentient body pillow.
He rolls onto his back, tugging Akira along so he can lay that tired head down against his chest. One hand drifts up to scratch soothingly at his nape for a moment. ]
Get comfortable. If you only rest for ten minutes, I want it to be the best ten minutes possible.
[ But then, as if to put the final nail in the coffin of any possibility that Akira might be getting up again any time soon, the scritching stops and the massage begins. Maruki presses his thumb firm into the tense, exhausted muscle at the join of Akira's neck and shoulder, begins rubbing a slow circle. ]
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[ There's no heat to that either, only the same fondness behind the goo-goo eyes and smile he's been hopelessly aiming at Takuto for...well. A while now. But if he intended to follow up on any cheeky implications he'd be more deliberate about it, instead of contentedly helping Takuto's hands along.
Aaand maybe try to take them in his own once there's a long enough pause, fingertips gently brushing over joints. He has to have examined every inch of these hands a hundred times now, but it's still the first place he goes when he's craving some kind of connection. ]
Mm...neither of us are used to being taken care of, are we?
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He smiles up at Akira then, draws their joined hands up to press kiss after kiss. His words are murmured into Akira's skin, tired but warmed through. ]
No, but I think we're doing pretty well at making up for it. Now, lay down.
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It's no less schmaltzy than when he does finally lay back, albeit without letting go of Takuto's hands. ]
Come here, come here~
[ Too tired to sound all that demanding, but the intent is there. Here. Beside him.
Or on top of him. He's not really in a state to care. ]
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He rolls onto his back, tugging Akira along so he can lay that tired head down against his chest. One hand drifts up to scratch soothingly at his nape for a moment. ]
Get comfortable. If you only rest for ten minutes, I want it to be the best ten minutes possible.
[ But then, as if to put the final nail in the coffin of any possibility that Akira might be getting up again any time soon, the scritching stops and the massage begins. Maruki presses his thumb firm into the tense, exhausted muscle at the join of Akira's neck and shoulder, begins rubbing a slow circle. ]