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[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.]

[Akira's skin sears scarlet to his collarbones at the way Goro melts into the mattress beneath him, and he's quick to add a second finger at the minimal resistance. To keep things less than painful, he crooks both fingers to tap at that particular little bundle of nerves inside Goro he knows will be his undoing, and keeps his own breathing through his nostrils so he doesn't pant like a fucking dog.]

Shh. You're doing so good.

[The second finger definitely gets a reaction from him. A suffocated sound leaves from him when he feels the slight stretch. It's nothing too uncomfortable and his body gives in to it in no time. Goro's expression is just one of a content, feeling calm and relaxed under Akira as he works his fingers in. It's nice, somewhat familiar sensation that he knows to find pleasure from.

It takes a few attempts before Akira finds his mark and when he does Goro's hips jumps a little from the surprise and sudden rush of pleasure.]

Fuck! [He hisses and brings his hand to cover his mouth to keep any other sounds escaping. He looks back at Akira now, red eyes bewildered. Warn a guy next time??]

[Akira just chuckles, massaging Goro's hip with his other hand.] My bad. [He says, proceeding to prod the same spot again because he's a little shit.]

[At least this time he's prepared for it! Kinda.

Another groan leaves from him when the fingers press on the spot, and even though he tries Goro just can't stop from tightening his muscles and clenching around Akira's fingers -- adding only more pressure on the spot so. rip?]

You - ah, fucking piece of.. [The curses are held back by muffled moans as he keeps squirming, back arching slightly while his body tries to find a new position. If his dick wasn't leaking from the precome it definitely is now]

[Akira was mostly prepared for that clenching, expecting Goro to react similarly, but he doesn't fully expect it to press his fingers more firmly to his prostate. Overall the whole response, the curving of Goro's spine, and especially the sounds just bathe Akira in a new sort of heat, and he licks his lips while keeping his hand completely still.]

I didn't even do anything that time, that was all you. Methinks you want a little more than you're telling me.

You think? [Because he's right. As much and threateningly overwhelming the sensation feels it still somehow manages to stay too short, too little. It's so close to give him what he wants, what his body needs, but doesn't quite reach there. Leaving Goro move his hips to get more of that stimulation.]Akira.

[He hums, waiting for the pressure to subside to press further in, leaning over him and pressing his lips to his eyebrow.] Third?

[There's a stressed frown on his brow. And when Akira leans in to kiss it Goro immediately removes the hand covering his mouth, grabs Akira by the collar of shirt and pulls him into a kiss -- tongue licking over his lips. Then, after a beat he unclenches around the fingers and tries to relax once again.]

Yes.

[He fumbles into the kiss, but grins once he's there, and carefully starts to introduce a third finger to the situation below. Meanwhile, as he draws away from the kiss he peppers others, short and quick, along Goro's jawline, down his throat, to his collarbones, all the while continuing to massage his hip. The motion, he hopes helps to keep Goro calm, and if it doesn't it functions to keep him still so they don't wind up in a bad spot with him thrashing.]

[The third one is different. Goro feels the way it almost claws him open, spreading his walls and adding discomfort for the first time since they began.

His fingers tighten around Akira's shirt and he finds himself gritting his teeth together a bit, breath getting stuck in his lungs.]

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i have to re-up his account forgive his icons for now

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no bread for now

We will have to go gluten free for this one 😔😔

at least we're not vegans yet (no disrespect to vegans)

eggs will stay as long Joker the Therapy chicken lives

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