[The sudden dash doesn't go unnoticed by Goro but he doesn't think too much of it. He just flips to his side and blindly reaches for the blanket that was discarded earlier. Only now that he's coming off from the adrenaline does the injury remind him of its presence. Feeling sore and radiating a dull ache, nothing he can't handle but overall just unpleasant.
He almost doesn't notice Akira returning at first, but when the glass of water is presented to him he uncurls and sits up to take it. ]
Thanks. [He mutters and finally takes a proper look at Akira, feeling suddenly very sober and awake. Something's not right.
'What's wrong?' and 'I'm sorry both sprung to his mind as he watches his partner. Unable to find the right words he takes a quick sip of his water and reaches out to Akira's hand.]
[He murmurs something wordless, nodding and sipping his own water, only jumping slightly when Goro reaches for his hand. He looks from it to his face, eyebrows raised, immediately seeking. Goro needs something, right?]
[He sits abruptly when tugged, folding to take up as little space as he can and frowning at the request. Shaking his head, he takes another sip of his water.]
...think I'm just overwhelmed. We just did that, you know? It's a lot. [It's not... untrue. It's a watered down version, but he can't quite articulate what his issue is, except that he simultaneously wants to cry until he's hoarse and meld himself against Goro until they can't be distinguished from one another and not move for a while. It's a State.]
Hm. [Goro hums and takes a drink from his water, frowning a little. It is? Probably, so yes. Sex has a long time ago been disillusioned within Goro's mind. A lot happens during it but it's hardly as magical as people put it out to be. Maybe that's what's going on with Akira at the moment?
After emptying half of his water Goro scoots over on the matters and reaches out to place the glass on the nightstand so that he can lean on Akira's back properly.]
Post-coital tristesse. [He begins, petting Akira's hair as he speaks.] A syndrome where one feels anxiety, sadness or fear after an orgasm. A lot happens in our brains when we reach the climax in sexual intercourse. We release bunch of hormones that bring out different reactions and feelings within us. That's why so many might think they are in love after having an orgasm. And why spies, assassins or thieves use the 'honey pot' strategy. It leaves us vulnerable. Those who've gone through prior traumatic experiences with relationships or suffer from mental health issues are known to react more negatively.
[He only hears about half of what Goro explains, the weight of him against his back and his hand in his hair as unexpected as it is soothing. He figured Goro would be frustrated, because it was a frustrating thing for your partner to get jittery and stressed out after a pretty solid fuck, wasn't it? He turns inward and puts his head against Goro's shoulder, curling against him as much as he can, given they're roughly the same size.]
...y'sound like a textbook, [He offers gently, twining their fingers.] Sorry, for being weird. [His voice is small, a little fragile, which is probably a lot of the reason for the apology.]
Excuse me for trying to help. [He brings their hands to his lips and places a soft kiss on Akira's knuckles. Because this is only way he knows how to help, offering an explanation so that they maybe could work on it together later? Or who knows. He accepts Akira in, holding him on his arms.] It's quite common phenomenon, even if it's not talked much. Sorry to burst your bubble.
No, it-- [He shrinks away, shaking his head, looking up from his shoulder.] ...didn't mean it negatively, 's just funny. I like when you talk wikipedia to me. [The kiss to his knuckles makes heat swell behind his eyes in a way that sends his heartbeat right back into his throat, and he closes his eyes against a sting he refuses to let become unexplained tears, tucking himself close against Akechi's neck.] 's fine.
I have more where that came from. [Goro keeps his voice calm, trying to sound soothing and reassuring. It's so out of his wheelhouse to try be 'safe' for someone when he's spent his entire life fighting and tearing people down that he can't help but feel but awkward as he continues to pet Akira's curly hair, placing a brief kiss on his forehead.
But this is something he can at least somewhat understand, even if it's on textual level. This is Akira's brain malfunctioning. Not a meltdown upon seeing some stupid scar. This he can handle.]
[He mumbles a vague "I don't know" sound into Goro's collarbone, shaking his head and just breathing for a moment, sitting up once he's sure he's got his breathing under control.] 'm okay. [He will be. He's just fussy.] Can we just..., you should clean up, maybe we can. Take a bath or something. [He just wants to sit and try to not think.]
Mm..[He responds with a hum, drawing lazy circles on the skin back of his neck. It's okay, there doesn't need to be any coherent answer.
When Akira pulls away Goro studies carefully his face before nodding. Yeah. He's sticky and gross at the moment, covered in sweat and cum while still holding some of Akira's inside.]
[He laughs, a thin little thing that doesn't actually hold much humor or warmth, but he tried, and nods, bumping his forehead carefully against Goro's.] You gonna be okay to get there? [He means both in the sense of "does your ass hurt" and "are you going to leak obscene juices all over the floor".]
[He pulls a face at him. You're so disgusting, Akira Kurusu.]
Of course. You can't bring the bath here. [okay, his ass kinda hurts and his me legs are still feeling sore. But at least these past few weeks gave them a good practice for this.]
I hope you're not planning on carrying me. [because that just sounds like a disaster waiting to happen.]
It'll be okay. [and to prove a point, he moves next to Akira and swings his legs over the edge. But when he pushes himself up he notices that okay, maybe he bit more than he could chew as his legs feel wobbly and weak beneath him. He doesn't fall but well.. it's not far from that.]
[it is pretty embarrassing to find himself needing help with moving again. But at least this time it wasn't because of something dramatic and life threatening as taking a bullet.][He sighs and shakes his head briefly. Then, he looks up from his legs and turns to look at Akira.]
Still weirdly inclined to cry for no reason, from what I can tell, but I probably just need to sleep. Helping you helps, I think? [He's still pretty jumpy and uncertain, actually.]
[His lips are pressed in a fine line as he mulls over Akira's words. He'll probably never understand the others fixation on babying him but if it truly helps he might as well go back on his words. Just this once.]
[He recognizes the concession for what it is, and it startles him for a moment before he smiles, reaching over and wrapping his arms around his shoulders in a hug, first.] ...I'll try to not ask again, okay? I know you can do it yourself.
[He shifts, then, one arm behind and one under Goro's knees, and scoops him up off the bed with relative ease. Goro, you may be tall but you need to eat a cheeseburger or seven.]
..if you tell anyone I'll kill them. [Words are murmured into the hug. Yeah, he's pouting a little but that's about the only protest from him. Clumsily, Goro wraps his arms around Akira's shoulders. There's a quiet yelp from him when he's seemingly effortlessly lifted from the mattress. He's one skinny bitch, true. Especially now that staying bound to bed caused him to lose some of his scarce weight.
When in air the realization hits him that.. he's never really been carried. Not in over a decade, at least. Making him to think about the woman who's choice of no longer being here deprived him from such small experiences.]
[So what you're saying is Akira really needs to stop fueling Goro's Mommy Issues, am I right? He makes his way to the bathroom with his head leaning against Goro's, carefully setting him down on the lip of the tub like he'd done when he'd first come back after being shot. He runs the bath good and hot, and in the meantime sets to clean them up.] You want me to wash your hair?
[Honestly, Goro would benefit more of being forced to talk about them rather than being allowed to withdraw to his shell like an angry tortoise. He doesn't say anything during the ride to the bathroom, focusing on keeping himself still to make it easier for Akira.
Once he's settled down he looks down at his body for the first time, seeing the dried semen plastered all around his stomach. So gross. He doesn't even want to think what the downstairs must look like.]
I washed it earlier so rinsing will do. [Which seems like silly thing for him to have done, looking back now.] Can you give me the washcloth? I want to get this mess off before we go in.
[He nods, getting a washcloth wet and putting some of Goro's body soap on it, offering it.] Do you, uh... There's no delicate way to ask this, do you need help cleaning up the less visible mess. [Do you want him to help you clean cum out of your asshole, buddy.]
[The washcloth is immediately accepted and Goro begins to wipe himself clean with it, starting from the neck. He stops briefly when Akira offers him help with the rest and frowns.]
No. I'll do it myself. [Preferably when he's alone. They're not that close yet. He continues to wash himself and decides to throw him a more playful grin.]
Though, I imagined you'd like the idea of me holding your come inside.
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He almost doesn't notice Akira returning at first, but when the glass of water is presented to him he uncurls and sits up to take it. ]
Thanks. [He mutters and finally takes a proper look at Akira, feeling suddenly very sober and awake. Something's not right.
'What's wrong?' and 'I'm sorry both sprung to his mind as he watches his partner. Unable to find the right words he takes a quick sip of his water and reaches out to Akira's hand.]
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I'm not good at this so you have to use your words. Tell me what's in your mind.
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...think I'm just overwhelmed. We just did that, you know? It's a lot. [It's not... untrue. It's a watered down version, but he can't quite articulate what his issue is, except that he simultaneously wants to cry until he's hoarse and meld himself against Goro until they can't be distinguished from one another and not move for a while. It's a State.]
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After emptying half of his water Goro scoots over on the matters and reaches out to place the glass on the nightstand so that he can lean on Akira's back properly.]
Post-coital tristesse. [He begins, petting Akira's hair as he speaks.] A syndrome where one feels anxiety, sadness or fear after an orgasm. A lot happens in our brains when we reach the climax in sexual intercourse. We release bunch of hormones that bring out different reactions and feelings within us. That's why so many might think they are in love after having an orgasm. And why spies, assassins or thieves use the 'honey pot' strategy. It leaves us vulnerable. Those who've gone through prior traumatic experiences with relationships or suffer from mental health issues are known to react more negatively.
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...y'sound like a textbook, [He offers gently, twining their fingers.] Sorry, for being weird. [His voice is small, a little fragile, which is probably a lot of the reason for the apology.]
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But this is something he can at least somewhat understand, even if it's on textual level. This is Akira's brain malfunctioning. Not a meltdown upon seeing some stupid scar. This he can handle.]
What do you need?
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When Akira pulls away Goro studies carefully his face before nodding. Yeah. He's sticky and gross at the moment, covered in sweat and cum while still holding some of Akira's inside.]
We smell awful.
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Of course. You can't bring the bath here. [okay, his ass kinda hurts and his me legs are still feeling sore. But at least these past few weeks gave them a good practice for this.]
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It'll be okay. [and to prove a point, he moves next to Akira and swings his legs over the edge. But when he pushes himself up he notices that okay, maybe he bit more than he could chew as his legs feel wobbly and weak beneath him. He doesn't fall but well.. it's not far from that.]
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How are you doing?
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Carry me, then.
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[He shifts, then, one arm behind and one under Goro's knees, and scoops him up off the bed with relative ease. Goro, you may be tall but you need to eat a cheeseburger or seven.]
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When in air the realization hits him that.. he's never really been carried. Not in over a decade, at least. Making him to think about the woman who's choice of no longer being here deprived him from such small experiences.]
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Once he's settled down he looks down at his body for the first time, seeing the dried semen plastered all around his stomach. So gross. He doesn't even want to think what the downstairs must look like.]
I washed it earlier so rinsing will do. [Which seems like silly thing for him to have done, looking back now.] Can you give me the washcloth? I want to get this mess off before we go in.
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No. I'll do it myself. [Preferably when he's alone. They're not that close yet. He continues to wash himself and decides to throw him a more playful grin.]
Though, I imagined you'd like the idea of me holding your come inside.
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