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[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?

[He smiles, nodding, and continues to finger-comb Akechi's hair.] You wear it well. [A beat, and he leans forward, telegraphing the motion of aiming to kiss him.]

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.]

[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.]

[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]

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.

[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.

[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.]

[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.

[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?

You brought the flowers into it, I just said a field, but yeah. [He keeps rubbing, rolling his hips in a rhythm now with a grin.] Did you just clean up or did you like... I guess you'd call it stretching? What should I expect, here.

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.

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.]

[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 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.]

Cheeky. [The word is mouthed against Akira's mouth, accompanied by a small whine when his lip being nibbled on. Goro lifts his butt, aiding the other with the process of undressing him. Once he's freed from the constricting piece of cloth Goro spreads his legs apart, slotting Akira between them, his flushed erection now bouncing up against his stomach.]

Always. [The flush of his face floods down to his collarbones when Goro slots him forward against his body, but he's smiling despite the anxious excitement. One hand splays against his ribs and slowly moves down to take hold of his exposed erection, gently palming over the head, while his other hand finds and uncaps the bottle of lube from earlier.]

[The anticipation of what's to come alone is enough to make Goro's breath freeze in his lungs as he watches with dilated pupils Akira to move his hand down all the way to Goro's crotch. He swallows air, lost at the words when he makes contact with already weeping member.

Fuck, he can hear his heart beating like a drum -- like it was banging a song of a war.

Unsure what to do with his hands Goro brings them folded over his chest. Yeah, he's not done with his blushing maiden behavior from the before yet. He hears the cap being opened from the lube and he automatically clenches his body, muscles taut like a wire]

[Akira sees him tense up, chuckles softly, and moves the hand from Goro's dick to massage his hip.] Hey, relax. You'll take off my fingers all tensed up like that.

Shut up. [He growls and bites down on his lip. It was a reflex okay! Anyway the soft massage does help him focus, allowing his muscles to relax as he breathes deep through his nostrils.]

I managed to get two fingers in. So I imagine it should be easy for you, as well.

[He feels the way his expression twists with absolute hunger over that statement, and closes his eyes to try and look less disastrously horny.]

[His voice cracks a little anyway.] Yeah? Well, we'll take it slow. Remember, taps if you need me to stop, yeah? [And he's coating his fingers with the lube.]

[It's okay, Akira. They're both way too horny to function at the moment. In a way it's silly to pretend that they're anything but that. Goro feels his face turn red like a tomato, but at least this time he fights against the urge to cover it with his arm.

Closing his eyes, he simply nods as an answer. Yeah he remembers. Then, with a little effort, he bumps his hips up to buckle against Akira's crotch.]

Do it already.

Patience is a virtue, buddy, and one that keeps my fingers attached to my hands and also you from having butt fingers. [Akira that is the absolute least sexy thing you could have said at this moment.]

[He does scoot back and carefully rearrange Goro's legs, though, making sure to coat his back end with a generous amount of lube before gently prodding at him, slowly pressing in one finger.]

[Groan. Wow, it's almost as if you we're trying to ruin the mood here.

But he'll stay obedient lyrics still as much as he can, allowing Akira to move and position himself for him. There's a little squirming when the digit finds its way to his ass, adding careful pressure. But this time he remembers to breathe and keep himself from tensing up.]

I swear Akira, if you don't get down to it I'm--- ["I'm going to find someone who will", he was about to say but was cut off by the finger finally pressing in. And like promised, there's little to no resistance to be found as Goro's earlier ministrations had left him loose enough.

Still.. it does feel weird to have something cold and foreign pressed within his heat. It's not bad or necessarily good either. Just weird.

Breathing through his mouth, Goro relaxes against the mattress, hair sprawled like a broken halo around his head.]

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