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I'd prefer if you didn't use excuses. [because they dampen Goro's mood and feed to his insecurity. But that's fine now. Crisis averted. ]
I'll bathe with you. I can that way give you the first part of your present. [Sex. He means sex, And if that didn't come across clear Goro leans into kiss the corner of his mouth.] After that we can enjoy the cake Kotone made for us.
I'll bathe with you. I can that way give you the first part of your present. [Sex. He means sex, And if that didn't come across clear Goro leans into kiss the corner of his mouth.] After that we can enjoy the cake Kotone made for us.
Edited 2024-01-16 05:37 (UTC)
It was run or start crying in confused overwhelm, I figured you would prefer I escape.
[He's not especially surprised by sex being part of the gift, but he blinks anyway and chuckles, nodding.] Yeah? I wasn't aware this was a multi-stage gifting process. [A beat.] Kotone made us cake?
[He's not especially surprised by sex being part of the gift, but he blinks anyway and chuckles, nodding.] Yeah? I wasn't aware this was a multi-stage gifting process. [A beat.] Kotone made us cake?
Were you always this much of a crybaby? [Goro hadn't picked Akira to be one back in Tokyo. Sentimental bleeding heart, yes. But he had always seemed to keep himself intact. Guess the lack of pressure to save the world does affect them both differently.
Also, you know he'd devour you right here and now, mister. But their new daughter is perching above them and Goro is not going to get frisky in front of her.] I did have a long night planned for us.
And yes. I asked her to. She made sure I helped but don't worry. I merely measured the ingredients.
Also, you know he'd devour you right here and now, mister. But their new daughter is perching above them and Goro is not going to get frisky in front of her.] I did have a long night planned for us.
And yes. I asked her to. She made sure I helped but don't worry. I merely measured the ingredients.
[He slouches, vaguely ashamed.] ...not around anyone else, no. [It means he trusts you, Goro, even if it definitely also means he's just wholeass not in control of his emotions around you. He settles a bit, ears dusting pink at the notion of a planned "long night".]
[He sits back up at the immediate dismissal of cooking, grinning.] You could do baking, I'm sure. It's a lot more precise and involves following directions, which is why I pretty genuinely suck at it.
[He sits back up at the immediate dismissal of cooking, grinning.] You could do baking, I'm sure. It's a lot more precise and involves following directions, which is why I pretty genuinely suck at it.
...I don't mind it. [Despite not really being fan of or knowing how to handle such messy feelings it doesn't mean he wants to Akira hold back. He's learned to appreciate the vulnerability of the others honesty, making him want to preserve this little bubble they've built even more.]
Oh? Would you be willing to be my guinea pig and face the death once more in my hands? [He chuckles, fingers letting go of Akira's hand to find his wrist, carefully sliding under to the cuff of his shirt sleeve.] I don't care for sweets, but I imagined tonight is a special occasion. It is custom to eat a cake in Christmas, after all.
Oh? Would you be willing to be my guinea pig and face the death once more in my hands? [He chuckles, fingers letting go of Akira's hand to find his wrist, carefully sliding under to the cuff of his shirt sleeve.] I don't care for sweets, but I imagined tonight is a special occasion. It is custom to eat a cake in Christmas, after all.
[Doubt.]
[He chuckles again, a low rumbling sound in his chest and shakes his head, shrugging.] Food poisoning is a horrible way to go, I'd make such a mess. [A fonder, softer smile, and he cranes his neck to nuzzle up under Goro's jaw.] I have to want sweets. [That might be a thinly-veiled pass at Goro.]
[He chuckles again, a low rumbling sound in his chest and shakes his head, shrugging.] Food poisoning is a horrible way to go, I'd make such a mess. [A fonder, softer smile, and he cranes his neck to nuzzle up under Goro's jaw.] I have to want sweets. [That might be a thinly-veiled pass at Goro.]
[Goro can't help but laugh at that comment, an amused grin spreading on his lips, anxiety slowly dissolving from his body language. He turns his head down so that their foreheads bonk together gently. ]
In that case we should work up to your appetite. [And! Right on cue, the record playing in the background changes into a new song, one that has more beat to it. Goro pats Akira's legs, ushering him to move.]
Get up. I want to dance with you.
In that case we should work up to your appetite. [And! Right on cue, the record playing in the background changes into a new song, one that has more beat to it. Goro pats Akira's legs, ushering him to move.]
Get up. I want to dance with you.
That's why all you need to do is follow my lead. [Goro laughs an answer and stands up. He moves away from the arm chair so that he's standing in the middle of their living room.
Then with a smile he extends his hand out to Akira, inviting him to take. A real prince charming move, really.]
May I?
Then with a smile he extends his hand out to Akira, inviting him to take. A real prince charming move, really.]
May I?
[God. Who's now being adorable, Akira?
Goro's expression softens a little, gentleness seeping into his body language. When Akira places his hand onto his Goro pulls him closer and places his other hand against the small of his back.]
We'll keep it simple and easy. So just follow me. [And with that he begins to move them, taking basic waltz steps. It's not the best thing to dance to jazz but it should be simple enough for Akira to keep up with him, even if it's not perfect.]
Goro's expression softens a little, gentleness seeping into his body language. When Akira places his hand onto his Goro pulls him closer and places his other hand against the small of his back.]
We'll keep it simple and easy. So just follow me. [And with that he begins to move them, taking basic waltz steps. It's not the best thing to dance to jazz but it should be simple enough for Akira to keep up with him, even if it's not perfect.]
[They don't naturally to him, yeah. This soft gentleness is still very alien territory to him. But it's not because lack of interest as he often keeps finding himself unsure how to navigate through these feelings. So, they're reserved to these small private moments. Where he can feel comfortable and in control. The more he's with Akira the more feels brave enough to brace those unknown seas.]
You're not half bad. [Goro hums approvingly, picking up their space as Akira gets the hang of the steps.] I'm going to spin you and then go for a dip. Ready? [And that's about all warnings that Akira's going to get, because next Goro lets go of his hand while raising the other to give him a spin.]
You're not half bad. [Goro hums approvingly, picking up their space as Akira gets the hang of the steps.] I'm going to spin you and then go for a dip. Ready? [And that's about all warnings that Akira's going to get, because next Goro lets go of his hand while raising the other to give him a spin.]
[It's already pretty late to the night, clock not too far from striking the midnight. Yet no one is showing a sign of slowing down, least of all Goro Akechi, who is actually enjoying his time at the party. While it's true that the atmosphere was to his liking, with all the opulence and dramatics going on, it was the mask that made him feel rather relaxed. It brought a certain feeling of safety in its anonymity. No need to keep up any pretenses or worry about what others might think or not think of him.
But despite that, Goro couldn't help but feel a little weird at the dance party. The hall was a little hazy and he found himself to feel somewhat lightheaded, almost as if he was tipsy. Truly, he wouldn't be too surprised if this turned into something out of the Cult of Dionysus. The masks, opulence and almost hedonistic indulgence would fit.
Well, whatever. Goro travels through the sea of masks, taking part to dancing and the games at will, feeling his steps light as feather. But then he comes across a stranger donned in dark with red jewelry, sporting a crimson colored rose on his mask. A match to the flower he had purchased from the vendor at the beginning of the party.]
Evening. It looks like we match.
But despite that, Goro couldn't help but feel a little weird at the dance party. The hall was a little hazy and he found himself to feel somewhat lightheaded, almost as if he was tipsy. Truly, he wouldn't be too surprised if this turned into something out of the Cult of Dionysus. The masks, opulence and almost hedonistic indulgence would fit.
Well, whatever. Goro travels through the sea of masks, taking part to dancing and the games at will, feeling his steps light as feather. But then he comes across a stranger donned in dark with red jewelry, sporting a crimson colored rose on his mask. A match to the flower he had purchased from the vendor at the beginning of the party.]
Evening. It looks like we match.
[If Akechi feels tipsy, Akira is downright wasted. He hasn't worn his glasses in weeks, so even without the influence of the toads the sheer identity cloak provided by the mask is liberating in a way he didn't expect. He glides across the dance floor, drifting from partner to partner like a butterfly pollinating flowers, the whole time positively drunk on the anonymity.]
[He'll laugh about it all later, given how starkly obvious his entire ensemble is to anyone who actually knows him, but he supposes he has the frogs to thank for that forced lack of recognition. He turns at the approach of a new face, honey-blonde hair and a mask with horns that tug his memory oddly, and smiles, holding out a hand for Goro to take.] Looks like it. Care to dance?
[He'll laugh about it all later, given how starkly obvious his entire ensemble is to anyone who actually knows him, but he supposes he has the frogs to thank for that forced lack of recognition. He turns at the approach of a new face, honey-blonde hair and a mask with horns that tug his memory oddly, and smiles, holding out a hand for Goro to take.] Looks like it. Care to dance?
[Neither of them are very subtle when it comes to their costumes. In any other situation they'd be pretty obvious to pretty much anyone who knew them. But tonight, under the influence of the night they were just two strangers, meeting each other at the cross roads.
Lips pulling into an amused grin, Goro places his hand on top of Akira's, accepting the invitation and stepping forward into the other's personal space.]
Of course. But I warn you, stranger. I'm rather good.
Lips pulling into an amused grin, Goro places his hand on top of Akira's, accepting the invitation and stepping forward into the other's personal space.]
Of course. But I warn you, stranger. I'm rather good.
[With one smooth movement, Goro flicks the cape covering his right side over his shoulder. His own hand snakes behind Akira's back, finding its place resting against the other's shoulder blades.]
Maybe that might be for the best. However, I'll be curious to see if you could take the control away from me.
Maybe that might be for the best. However, I'll be curious to see if you could take the control away from me.
Or maybe you might have bit more than you can chew by inviting me to dance? [He chuckles the answer. It's funny how relaxed he feels. It's almost as if even though his mind can't recognize his partner, his body does and reacts melts into the other so naturally.
When the band begins to play their next song. Goro pulls Akira's body closer to him, takes a step to their side and leads him to dance. It's proper waltz this time, with a tempo that requires much faster pace than their little private moment back in their living room during the Christmas Day. Goro keeps moving smoothly and with grace, body bouncing and swaying like he was flying.]
When the band begins to play their next song. Goro pulls Akira's body closer to him, takes a step to their side and leads him to dance. It's proper waltz this time, with a tempo that requires much faster pace than their little private moment back in their living room during the Christmas Day. Goro keeps moving smoothly and with grace, body bouncing and swaying like he was flying.]
Edited 2024-02-17 03:24 (UTC)
[Akira just croons a pleased little sound, shaking his head.] Doubtful. I love a challenge.
[He can't quite shake how familiar this guy feels despite the fog to his memory making who he is just out of reach. Their bodies simply fit together, like puzzle pieces, like they're meant to. With the challenge at hand, and Goro goading him, he stays focused to the motions and keeps up, not hesitant like he was on Christmas. His steps are smooth, heels clicking decisively against the dancefloor, following Goro like a shadow.]
[He can't quite shake how familiar this guy feels despite the fog to his memory making who he is just out of reach. Their bodies simply fit together, like puzzle pieces, like they're meant to. With the challenge at hand, and Goro goading him, he stays focused to the motions and keeps up, not hesitant like he was on Christmas. His steps are smooth, heels clicking decisively against the dancefloor, following Goro like a shadow.]
[Goro keeps grinning at his partner, clearly satisfied with the answer. In a way, it even makes him feel a little giddy inside to receive such attention from the other. Normally, he'd shun away from it. But now, with the influence of the whatever toad-magic was filling the air and liberation of the mask, he feels more safe to enjoy from the little treats of life that was normally so afraid of.
They keep spinning and twirling along the music, moving fluidly around the rest of the bodies inhabiting the dance floor.] I must say. You're much better than my usual dance partner.
They keep spinning and twirling along the music, moving fluidly around the rest of the bodies inhabiting the dance floor.] I must say. You're much better than my usual dance partner.
[A very pristine eyebrow raises behind the mask when he feels his upper body being maneuvered backwards. The grin on his lips gains a mischievous tone to it as he allows himself to be bend and dipped. How bold.]
Is it not? However, I only speak the truth. [When the dip is over he returns the favor, gripping tightly on Akira's hand as he proceeds to spin him and then pull back to him. They're breaking some of the steps here but it's fine. Goro sees a challenge.]
Or could it be that you don't like to hear of others being spoken about in middle of a dance?
Is it not? However, I only speak the truth. [When the dip is over he returns the favor, gripping tightly on Akira's hand as he proceeds to spin him and then pull back to him. They're breaking some of the steps here but it's fine. Goro sees a challenge.]
Or could it be that you don't like to hear of others being spoken about in middle of a dance?
[Akira spins neatly at Goro's guidance, coattails of his vest fanning out around him. He comes to a stop with his back to Goro's chest, and-- even tall as he is in comparison, leans over his shoulder to grin at him in a positively feline way.]
It could be that I want your attention only on me.
It could be that I want your attention only on me.
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