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[Well. That's fair enough -- and maybe what lies at the root of their mutual attraction. Two just very fucked up kids finding solace in each other's misery or some shit. Bound by fate, if you wanted to be romantic about it.
Goro let's go of his shirt to reach out touch Akira's cheek, carefully caressing it.] Why do you want to see it?
Goro let's go of his shirt to reach out touch Akira's cheek, carefully caressing it.] Why do you want to see it?
[Goro keeps petting Akira, fingers idly curling around the stray hair strands.]
It's ugly and unpleasant reminder. I don't want you to focus on it.
It's ugly and unpleasant reminder. I don't want you to focus on it.
[Ugh.. Tho, this time Goro doesn't make any face at Akira's comment, appreciating his attitude.]
It looks rather feminine, doesn't it? [That added with his recent weight lost really does bring out more of the traits he inherited from his mother. Something that he's not sure what to think of especially not here.] You like it?
It looks rather feminine, doesn't it? [That added with his recent weight lost really does bring out more of the traits he inherited from his mother. Something that he's not sure what to think of especially not here.] You like it?
Mm. [Note to self: keep it long. Goro is definitely going to get it trimmed sooner rather than later even if he has to do it himself. But he might just keep it longer than what it had been in Tokyo for Akira.
And he leans in to meet for the kiss, closing his eyes this time and bringing his hand behind Akira's neck.]
And he leans in to meet for the kiss, closing his eyes this time and bringing his hand behind Akira's neck.]
[Akira would like that. He'll fuss, because Goro should keep it long for himself, not Akira's benefit, but if Akira's enjoyment of it is enough for Goro to keep it long, he certainly won't complain.]
[The kiss is careful-- not delicate, but cautious, because they always seem to wind up at a crossroads when they seek intimacy. There's always something to argue about or to douse the flames between them. The saving grace is there's always something to renew them-- as their lips meet Akira feels warmth flood his body again, and he lets one hand trail down Goro's body as Goro's own hand threads into his mess of curls.]
[The kiss is careful-- not delicate, but cautious, because they always seem to wind up at a crossroads when they seek intimacy. There's always something to argue about or to douse the flames between them. The saving grace is there's always something to renew them-- as their lips meet Akira feels warmth flood his body again, and he lets one hand trail down Goro's body as Goro's own hand threads into his mess of curls.]
[They do have the tendency to burn too bright and too fast, being prone to consumed prematurely. There's always something in the way, a mental obstacle they need to clear before they can proceed. If he were thinking this rationally, Goro would probably call the deal off because this can't be good for them, right? Well fortunately or unfortunately he's decided to throw rationality to trash and for once just go for what he wants. And that's Akira.
Fingers tangled in the black hair, Goro keeps pushing in as his lips slowly kiss him back.]
Your skin is so warm. [He murmurs, feeling the sparks light up on his own body by Akira's touch]
Fingers tangled in the black hair, Goro keeps pushing in as his lips slowly kiss him back.]
Your skin is so warm. [He murmurs, feeling the sparks light up on his own body by Akira's touch]
It's a bit of a bitch in the summer, [Breathed out on a chuckle, and he bumps their noses together affectionately.]
[His hand trails down and then inward, finding the hut of Goro's hip and massaging his thumb in circles around it, letting his other hand trail backward and settle at the small of his back, the small indent before the swell of his ass.] I want you, Goro.
[His hand trails down and then inward, finding the hut of Goro's hip and massaging his thumb in circles around it, letting his other hand trail backward and settle at the small of his back, the small indent before the swell of his ass.] I want you, Goro.
[In return Goro moves his lower body to follow Akira's hand, leaning to the touch. He breathes in deep, taking in his scent before turning to lie on his side, so that they're facing properly.]
Then take me.
Then take me.
[He growls, very softly, pressing his face forward and down, into the hollow of Akechi's neck where it meets his shoulder. When he rolls onto his side Akira presses further, rolling him onto his back and pinning him down by his hips, trailing little biting kisses along the column of his throat.]
[Goro allows himself to be guided on his back and be pinned down. The pillow he had previously grabbed to give his hips support is now discarded to the sideline of the bed. Hm, maybe this position is better after all. This way he can see Akira and the way he his possessive hands claim him.
Stretching out his neck up, he tries to give the other a better access to his throat, trying to expose himself to Akira so that he can truly have all of him.]
Stretching out his neck up, he tries to give the other a better access to his throat, trying to expose himself to Akira so that he can truly have all of him.]
[The growl becomes a purr, and Akira presses his weight into Goro's hips, shifting to give just the slightest amount of friction. It's hardly anything satisfactory, barely more than a tease, a slow shift of their bodies against one another.]
You've been so good, being careful... You deserve to let go.
You've been so good, being careful... You deserve to let go.
[The brief and gentle friction earns a sharp hiss from him, one that vibrates softly against his throat. His dick is suddenly awake and interested again, as if the previous hiccup didn't happen.]
Yeah..? [Goro huffs out, the crimson flush decorating his cheeks really making the red of his eyes to pop out. He pushes his hips up, testing just how strong Akira's hold is.] Enough to be plowed like a flower field, as you put it?
Yeah..? [Goro huffs out, the crimson flush decorating his cheeks really making the red of his eyes to pop out. He pushes his hips up, testing just how strong Akira's hold is.] Enough to be plowed like a flower field, as you put it?
Then what you'd call this? [He pulls away from the contact, not really in mood for physical touch.] It's hindering our lives plenty. If I can't give you what you want it's only normal to look for it elsewhere.
Excuse me for adding some color to it. [Goro closes his eyes, trying to nudge his hips up to follow the rhythm all while breathing heavily as the adrenaline keeps rushing his blood.] Besides, it wouldn't make sense to plow an empty field. You'd want to be sure that the soil is-- ah-- fertile. [Yes, even when aroused he's a fucking nerd.
The question makes his eyes flutter open.] The process did involve some stretching, yes. Although, I'd rather double check it this time.
The question makes his eyes flutter open.] The process did involve some stretching, yes. Although, I'd rather double check it this time.
That's stupid. What else would I be if not human. [He says, despite knowing very well what Akira means. Akechi hates the idea of being perceived as anything but perfection. Always overworking himself and overachieving to hide the cracks behind the surface.
But the latter part makes him withdraw a little. 'Idiot', he almost barks but instead settles on disapproving frown.]
Well, that'll be on you. [A huffed answer, and with that Akechi lies down on the bed and pulls a blanket all while making sure to face away from Akira.
He is, in fact, touched by the gesture.]
But the latter part makes him withdraw a little. 'Idiot', he almost barks but instead settles on disapproving frown.]
Well, that'll be on you. [A huffed answer, and with that Akechi lies down on the bed and pulls a blanket all while making sure to face away from Akira.
He is, in fact, touched by the gesture.]
mmmmmmmm
MMMMMMMMM
ah!!!!
... nope.
MMMMMMMMM
ah!!!!
... nope.
How dare you. [Both his tone and his expression are horribly fond. He rolls his hips pointedly, and at that little hiccup of sound his smile becomes nearly predatory.] I'm tilling it, to make sure it's well and ready for the garden it's about to become.
[A beat, and he wheezes out a laugh and curls forward to catch his lips.] No, okay, enough weird analogies to you being a field, I'm just gonna fuck you silly, yeah? [One hand moves from his hip to curve around the swell of his ass, squeezing and kneading his way to sliding a finger along the cleft through his boxers.]
[A beat, and he wheezes out a laugh and curls forward to catch his lips.] No, okay, enough weird analogies to you being a field, I'm just gonna fuck you silly, yeah? [One hand moves from his hip to curve around the swell of his ass, squeezing and kneading his way to sliding a finger along the cleft through his boxers.]
[Oh, oh. Yeah that smile really does something to Goro, making his heart skip a beat there and arousal twitch his dick a bit under the restricting clothing. It's always nice to see the glimpses of Joker, the daredevil that shook the world and killed the gods. The wrecker of the world.
He probably had something witty add to their stupid field analogy. Something about previous samples being satisfactory or shit. But now he just melts to the kiss, squirming under Akira as the hands travel down to his ass. The fingers almost feeling tickling over the area that isn't used to being touched like this.]
Brave words. [Goro's own fingers keep tangling up in the unruly curls. He pulls Akira in for another kiss.] But if you really think you can do it, then please. Rob me of everything, leader.
He probably had something witty add to their stupid field analogy. Something about previous samples being satisfactory or shit. But now he just melts to the kiss, squirming under Akira as the hands travel down to his ass. The fingers almost feeling tickling over the area that isn't used to being touched like this.]
Brave words. [Goro's own fingers keep tangling up in the unruly curls. He pulls Akira in for another kiss.] But if you really think you can do it, then please. Rob me of everything, leader.
[He chuckles, deep in his chest, biting Akechi's lower lip gently.] It's hardly a matter of can, anymore. [Both hands moving to Goro's hips again, he peels his boxers down, hiking them to his knees and pressing his hips back against Goro's now-bare ass.]
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