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[You know he's going to be playing hard to get when it comes to genuine reactions from him. Tho, at least that gentle bite makes him tense up and heart beat a little faster.]
Here I thought it was clear. [He whispers, spreading his legs so that he can bring Akira properly between them] I want you inside.
Here I thought it was clear. [He whispers, spreading his legs so that he can bring Akira properly between them] I want you inside.
[Excuse Akira as he turns positively fluorescent scarlet as he settles between the juncture of Goro's hips. Sure, the suggestion was there with the mention of him having done the prepwork for it, but having it said, verbally and plainly like that... He buries his face in Akechi's neck for a moment to collect himself, then sits back on his haunches to pull Goro's hips up and against him.] It was definitely suggested, but I like to have things spelled out for me.
[He splays one hand, palm-flat, against the growing bulge at the front of his boxers.]
[He splays one hand, palm-flat, against the growing bulge at the front of his boxers.]
i read "paperwork" and thought that yeah, that tracks
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murderingjustice
2023-08-18 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Remind me why I like you again? [Where's that famous intuition of a thief, Akira? Another silent soft sound escapes from Goro, his body immediately feeling lonely when the warmth is pulled away from him.
And honestly? Any possible bite behind his previous words are instantly nullified when the hand cups him, his dick definitely hardening under the touch.]
And honestly? Any possible bite behind his previous words are instantly nullified when the hand cups him, his dick definitely hardening under the touch.]
[His pupils blow wide like a cat's at that instant reaction, and he forgets to give a smug comeback to the question. Why did Goro like him, actually? He didn't have much to toot of his own horn. Humming again, he rubs with the heel of his hand to encourage that hardness, licking his lips.]
Because I like you enough for both of us, maybe.
Because I like you enough for both of us, maybe.
they need to sign a written contract before entering
murderingjustice
2023-08-18 09:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[That hand motion earns a sharp breath from Goro, his body reacting positively to the stimulation. Biting down on his lower lip he turns his head to left on the pillow, eyes wandering away from Akira.]
That doesn't make any sense. [He groans and brings his left hand to run through his long curls. He doesn't want to talk about this right now.] ..The lubricant is still in bathroom.
That doesn't make any sense. [He groans and brings his left hand to run through his long curls. He doesn't want to talk about this right now.] ..The lubricant is still in bathroom.
Edited 2023-08-18 21:02 (UTC)
[Akira just smiles, enjoying watching Goro writhe.] No, it doesn't. [There's a secondary meaning there, but he's not going to draw attention to it. He glances away to look at the doorway to the bathroom and frowns slightly, continuing to rub his palm against Goro's front idly.] ...you don't honestly think I don't keep lube in more than one place, do you?
Mm. [Goro swallows air, feeling his body warm up as his erection is slowly coaxed into full hardness. The muscles in his thighs are tightening and he bends them, bringing them to frame Akira's figure.]
H-hah, figures. [He groans, trying to bring mock-distaste to his voice but ultimately failing, voice nothing but whiny from the need.] Were you planning a treasure hunt?
H-hah, figures. [He groans, trying to bring mock-distaste to his voice but ultimately failing, voice nothing but whiny from the need.] Were you planning a treasure hunt?
[That whine is music to Akira's ears, and he rewards Goro by taking a firmer grip of him through his boxers, stroking upward and rubbing his thumb at the underside of the head.] Listen, morning wood is not restricted to the bathroom, okay.
[Folding forward over him, he catches Goro's lips with his hand still trapped between them, shifting just slightly against his erection.] Doesn't have to be, unless you want a challenge in all of this.
[Folding forward over him, he catches Goro's lips with his hand still trapped between them, shifting just slightly against his erection.] Doesn't have to be, unless you want a challenge in all of this.
Gross-- [Hey now, that's a bit rude! Goro probably had a witty comment to make there but it gets lost against Akira's lips as his attention is directed to a kiss. He moves his own lips, but the kiss is tad bit sloppier than earlier. Sorry, but being jerked off is kind of distracting.
Once they break the kiss Goro is left there, lips red and parted while his wide eyes stare up at Akira -- seemingly lost at the words. Both his shirt and boxers feel too hot and uncomfortable against his heated and flushed skin.]
Once they break the kiss Goro is left there, lips red and parted while his wide eyes stare up at Akira -- seemingly lost at the words. Both his shirt and boxers feel too hot and uncomfortable against his heated and flushed skin.]
[Endlessly fond, Akira's whole expression melts into a catlike grin at Goro's stupor, and he presses one final, brief kiss to the corner of his mouth before he sits back and stops touching him entirely for a moment. He stretches over backward, reaching for a bedside table, extracting a small-ish bottle of lube from the second drawer of it. Said drawer literally only contains tissues and lube in varying forms, sue him for being a teenager. Sitting back up, he shakes the bottle at him.] See? Perfectly prepared.
Huh-- [Goro lets out a undisguised sound, one that's so unlike of him. The fire's that's been lit within his body starving for the touch when Akira retreats. Be glad that your boyfriend respects your privacy, Akira. He's not sure how he'd feel about discovering the contents of your nightstand drawer.
Now that his dick is given break from the stimuli Goro can focus on gathering his thoughts again. He props himself up with his elbows, mocking an unimpressed expression.]
Now who planned what and for who. [But he can't keep the smirk off his lips. Then, with swift movements, he flops around on the bed so that he's lying on his front and places the pillow under his hips -- propping his ass up a bit for Akira.]
Now that his dick is given break from the stimuli Goro can focus on gathering his thoughts again. He props himself up with his elbows, mocking an unimpressed expression.]
Now who planned what and for who. [But he can't keep the smirk off his lips. Then, with swift movements, he flops around on the bed so that he's lying on his front and places the pillow under his hips -- propping his ass up a bit for Akira.]
Lube in a drawer beside a bed I haven't been sharing with anyone is a plan for no one but an unexpected boner, I'll have you know. [He watches Goro flop around and prop himself up, biting his lower lip to keep from doing anything impulsive, and instead reaches out to massage at his hips. Briefly, his hand skates the wound on his side, pausing there and watching Goro for any reaction. He wants to make sure you're actually okay to do this, buddy.]
So, you haven't been thinking of this? [Of them fucking. Because even someone as repressed as Goro has found his thought wandering to this subject ever since they began to share their living space for real.
Speaking of wandering: when the fingers come close to his wound Goro shoots his hand down and redirects Akira's hand down to linger over the band of his boxers. Then, he quickly shifts to pull the hem of his shirt to cover any unwanted marks. ]
Speaking of wandering: when the fingers come close to his wound Goro shoots his hand down and redirects Akira's hand down to linger over the band of his boxers. Then, he quickly shifts to pull the hem of his shirt to cover any unwanted marks. ]
Yes. [He answers almost immediately, facing the mattress rather than Akira. He might have lost some weight and weakened since the incident, but he's healed up enough to be up for this. ]
Let's not ruin this for us. [Or rather: have him ruin this. The memory of Akira crying upon seeing his first scar is still so fresh on his mind. And even though Akira's seen his newest one more than enough, he doesn't want to danger the mood by introducing his scarred body to this context.]
Let's not ruin this for us. [Or rather: have him ruin this. The memory of Akira crying upon seeing his first scar is still so fresh on his mind. And even though Akira's seen his newest one more than enough, he doesn't want to danger the mood by introducing his scarred body to this context.]
[He huffs softly, but takes Goro's insistence for what it is. This wound will be a completely different scar than the one he cried over-- this didn't kill him, so Akira might actually appreciate seeing it. The other had been a confirmation of a weight he'd tried so hard to suspend his belief on that it had pitched him directly into overwhelm. Let it never be said he wasn't periodically devastatingly emotional.]
[Anyway, his hands skim up under the shirt Goro seems so insistent on keeping on, humming.] You can't plan to keep your shirt on while getting plowed like a field.
[Anyway, his hands skim up under the shirt Goro seems so insistent on keeping on, humming.] You can't plan to keep your shirt on while getting plowed like a field.
[Plowed like a--, yeah that euphemism makes him groan a little. Goro turns his head to look over his shoulder and gives Akira a very stubborn look. Don't tell him what he can or can't do!]
Yes, I can. [He knows how sex works. The hole Akira should be looking for isn't up there!]
Yes, I can. [He knows how sex works. The hole Akira should be looking for isn't up there!]
[And he averts his gaze again.]
I told you. I don't want this to be ruined for us.
I told you. I don't want this to be ruined for us.
[He's never going to live down having had A Reaction, and it doesn't do any favors in his ever wanting to have human emotions ever again in his life. Closing his eyes, he draws in a breath, exhales, and nods. If Akechi wants to get sum fuk while wearing a shirt that's absolutely going to ride up anyway without anything for it to be tucked into, he supposes he can afford him that much, even if it means absolutely ignoring that he's at fault.]
[His hands avoid the shirt entirely, drumming at the waistband of his boxers instead.] Got it. Shirt on, then.
[His hands avoid the shirt entirely, drumming at the waistband of his boxers instead.] Got it. Shirt on, then.
[Wow. They both really suck at this.
Goro keeps stubbornly holding the hem of his shirt down, while clutching on the sheets with his other hand. Akira makes an amend but instead of feeling relief his stomach drops, leaving him feel surprisingly cold after everything. Shit, the mood has shifted. He did it again. Fucked up something that they both wanted despite his best efforts. Goro's lips draw back and he frowns into the mattress, curling slightly away from Akira.]
It's okay. We don't have to do this, Akira. [He offers, still not looking at him.]
Goro keeps stubbornly holding the hem of his shirt down, while clutching on the sheets with his other hand. Akira makes an amend but instead of feeling relief his stomach drops, leaving him feel surprisingly cold after everything. Shit, the mood has shifted. He did it again. Fucked up something that they both wanted despite his best efforts. Goro's lips draw back and he frowns into the mattress, curling slightly away from Akira.]
It's okay. We don't have to do this, Akira. [He offers, still not looking at him.]
You're bad influence. [Right back to you, buddy. Besides, boners come and go. That's not the issue Goro sees here.]
...I just can't be normal for you. [He mumbles, the unsaid apology lingering behind his words.]
...I just can't be normal for you. [He mumbles, the unsaid apology lingering behind his words.]
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