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.
[His ears sear pink at the suggestion and he shrugs. He hadn't really thought about it.] ...it's a nice thought to my more possessive nature, yeah, but it probably doesn't feel great.
[He takes another cloth and wipes himself down as well, even if he'd already done so before-- the tub is meant for soaking, not bathing, as far as their Japanese sensibilities are concerned.]
It's not my favorite, no. [He agrees, moving the washcloth to clean his abdomen and crotch. For certain reasons he does pay more attention to between his legs, trying to get as much of the dried up fluids off his person as possible.] But it's not uncomfortable either, if that's what you're worried about. I'll let you experience it some other time.
['Some other time', because yes. Now that they've taken the first step Goro doesn't really see why they shouldn't keep this part of their shared life from now on. Although he senses that there is still so much talking and negotiation to be done for the future. So that they don't accidentally step beyond the invisible boundaries and how to deal with the mood drops that they both seem to be vulnerable though.]
I think the bath is done. Do you want to lower me there?
I think I'm glad for that, [With a faint grin. He's less volatile and fragile, now, but still a little less sure of himself than he typically can display, whether he truly is or not. "Some other time" is met with raised eyebrows as he skims his washcloth over himself to rinse off, shaking his head.] I dunno that receiving is for me, but I might be willing to make an exception.
[At the question, he leans close and curls his arms around Goro at the middle, holding him firmly enough to hoist him but not so much as to cause discomfort.] Swing your legs over.
We'll figure something out. [He hums in a compromise. Honestly, despite of all the complaining and display of annoyance Goro is actually quite satisfied with their roles and just how naturally they found their places in the relationship. Although.. meanwhile he doesn't mind being the one getting his ass tossed and turned, he can't deny that there isn't a part of him that would love nothing more than press Akira down and fuck his brains out.
But... That's for 'some other time'.
He follows Akira's instructions and swings his legs over the edge and into the water, allowing himself to be lowered down. Once he's settled, he leans forward -- making room for Akira to join him.]
[Times when he's like this-- uncertain and unable to hide behind bravado --he'd more than likely be happy to let Goro toss his salad. He simply has to be able to shut off the part of his brain that is so obsessed with everything being about everyone else and for once let himself be the one to get attention.]
[It would also probably help for Goro to talk it up about how much he wanted to.]
[Akira's one step ahead of him there-- rather than let go, he lowers them both into the bath and pivots so he's behind Goro, nestling in behind him with his knees drawn up so he can form a little cage around him with his arms and legs. He settles, leaning his face into the back of Goro's neck (and his hair), and sighs, seeming to finally relax for the first time in at least an hour.]
[The tub is hardly meant to hold in two people, especially someone like them who're both more on the taller side of the spectrum. But they'll make it work, like always. Goro slots right between Akira's limbs, leaning in and allowing himself to be engulfed in the warm embrace. The softness of the moment is just almost too much for him to bear. His heart feels heavy and tight when he hears Akira's breathing next to his ear.
He feels so... tame. It's almost uncharacteristic for him. Or at least that's what he thinks. Not too long ago he would rather drown Akira in the damn tub than accept this. The softness, gentle adoration.
A good moment passes when Goro doesn't say anything, slowly drawing idle pictures on Akira's arms as he lulls into the comfort and peacefulness. Heck, both of them probably need it after everything just went down. Eyes closed he finally opens his mouth.]
[He may have been dozing, just slightly, between the heat of the bath and the comfort of being tangled up in Goro from behind, but he hums at the question, lifting his head slowly and blinking his eyes open.]
Mmmn, yes and no. People make sex out to be this huge earth-shattering thing, and I've known it really isn't, but... It felt natural, in a weird way. [He hooks his chin over Goro's shoulder.] Like we're puzzle pieces meant to fit together.
The act itself isn't complicated, yes. But yet it is listed in Maslow's hierarchy of needs, right in middle if I remember correctly. Sex and intimacy are mystified despite being one of the basic human needs. [So how about that wikipedia talk...] But at the same time they're tools of power and used to against destroying others. Fascinating, isn't it? The duality of it all.
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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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[He takes another cloth and wipes himself down as well, even if he'd already done so before-- the tub is meant for soaking, not bathing, as far as their Japanese sensibilities are concerned.]
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['Some other time', because yes. Now that they've taken the first step Goro doesn't really see why they shouldn't keep this part of their shared life from now on. Although he senses that there is still so much talking and negotiation to be done for the future. So that they don't accidentally step beyond the invisible boundaries and how to deal with the mood drops that they both seem to be vulnerable though.]
I think the bath is done. Do you want to lower me there?
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[At the question, he leans close and curls his arms around Goro at the middle, holding him firmly enough to hoist him but not so much as to cause discomfort.] Swing your legs over.
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But... That's for 'some other time'.
He follows Akira's instructions and swings his legs over the edge and into the water, allowing himself to be lowered down. Once he's settled, he leans forward -- making room for Akira to join him.]
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[It would also probably help for Goro to talk it up about how much he wanted to.]
[Akira's one step ahead of him there-- rather than let go, he lowers them both into the bath and pivots so he's behind Goro, nestling in behind him with his knees drawn up so he can form a little cage around him with his arms and legs. He settles, leaning his face into the back of Goro's neck (and his hair), and sighs, seeming to finally relax for the first time in at least an hour.]
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He feels so... tame. It's almost uncharacteristic for him. Or at least that's what he thinks. Not too long ago he would rather drown Akira in the damn tub than accept this. The softness, gentle adoration.
A good moment passes when Goro doesn't say anything, slowly drawing idle pictures on Akira's arms as he lulls into the comfort and peacefulness. Heck, both of them probably need it after everything just went down. Eyes closed he finally opens his mouth.]
Was it like what you thought it'd be like?
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Mmmn, yes and no. People make sex out to be this huge earth-shattering thing, and I've known it really isn't, but... It felt natural, in a weird way. [He hooks his chin over Goro's shoulder.] Like we're puzzle pieces meant to fit together.
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