Fics like a little less conversation, a little more touch my body

“So,” Thoma says, the fear in his chest fluttering away in the face of Ayato’s no nonsense honesty. “You’d be alright with it? If I decided to—” “Fuck your way through Ritou to get the job done? In case you forgot, it was my idea in the first place. But to be perfectly clear: yes, I’d be alright with it.” Ayato leans down to kiss Thoma, and gods, he loves this man. “Afterall,” Ayato’s words go a touch darker. “No matter who gets a taste of you, at the end of the day, after all is said and done—” The honeyed desire of Ayato’s voice drips against Thoma’s lips; sweet, intoxicating, addicting. Gone are all the doubts, replaced instead by desire and excitement. “—you’re mine.” “I’m yours,” Thoma nods in dazed hunger, wrapping his arms around Ayato’s neck before he lets out a cheeky grin. “Care to make me remember that before I leave?” - Thoma has less than a month to build a solid enough network of relationships on Ritou to establish himself as a worthwhile fixer, and that’s nowhere enough time to win people over. Ayato suggests a method that’s sure to speed up the process.

Fics like a little less conversation, a little more touch my body

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