[He's not sure there's been a time since ruffling his hair at Miel et Crepes that Akira hasn't thought fondly of Goro-- there was fear, and a bit of hurt at the betrayal, but coming to understand the why just stubbed the flames of doubt and renewed his fierce protectiveness over the other. Even now, there is fondness in how he slides his hands upward, rucking his shirt up higher and higher as he goes. He's dazed, still lost in sensation, but not enough to prevent him from finding and gently pinching those very nipples.]
[And then Goro gives the go ahead, and he stalls out for a moment, looking down to where they're joined together. He slides his hands back to Goro's hips, holding them still and carefully shifting backward, edging out and then pressing back forward. This time, when he bottoms out, he makes a cracked whine of sound, short and aborted as he draws back again.]
[It takes time for him to find a rhythm, and more for it to smooth out and not be awkward and jolting, but he gets there.] God, you feel amazing.
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Date: 2023-08-24 10:10 pm (UTC)[And then Goro gives the go ahead, and he stalls out for a moment, looking down to where they're joined together. He slides his hands back to Goro's hips, holding them still and carefully shifting backward, edging out and then pressing back forward. This time, when he bottoms out, he makes a cracked whine of sound, short and aborted as he draws back again.]
[It takes time for him to find a rhythm, and more for it to smooth out and not be awkward and jolting, but he gets there.] God, you feel amazing.