[And so go on he does. He goes as far as to lean then slightly sideways, and open his mouth to lathe his tongue against Goro's throat, tasting salt from the effort of the evening. Drawing away slightly, he licks his lips and smiles in an outright predatory way.] Can't ever get enough of you.
[Goro swallows air, feeling the lips and tongue bob along with his Adam's apple. A light and subtle shivers runs down his his spine, spreading to the tip of his fingers.
The gaze meeting Akira's is little flushed and heated.]
I can tell. It almost makes me wonder how did you manage before having me?
[When Akira begins to move them Goro briefly brings both of his arms around the other's neck for support. Once they're upright again, he lets go of the other, showing him just equally greedy smirk.]
You did? I'd like to hear more of the details in your fantasies.
[Akira definitely thinks Goro does not actually want to know most of these fantasies at all, so he chitters a self-conscious little laugh and shrugs.] Definitely a lot of things people would tell me I need therapy for.
[That earns an airy laughter from Goro.] I could have told you that by myself. I am quite certain that most people would tell you to seek therapy for wanting to date your would-be-murderer, alone.
[They really had odds piled up against them, didn't they. Their shared past came with their own burdens, not to mention that this fairy tale of theirs won't be lasting forever. Eventually the clock will strike midnight for them too and everything will return as they are.
...] Although, I'd say we have had enough of therapy for a lifetime.
Would-be is the important part, [He says quietly, taking one of Akechi's hands and splaying it against his own throat.] It's the adrenaline that really gets me.
Ah. [The quiet sound escapes him when his hand is brought against Akira's trhoat, fingers carefully curling around the sensitive spot. He's adding a light pressure, nowhere enough to be painful or restricting but enough to be feel at least somewhat uncomfortable.
Damn adrenaline junkies.]
So. You wouldn't want me if our roles were revered? If I had been the on to triumph over you and not other way around.
[He rumbles a soft chuckle, felt through Akechi's hand more than heard, and reaches both his hands up to mirror the gesture, specifically setting his thumbs against Goro's pulse points.]
I'd want you whether we defied fate or not, Goro. [Well, hopefully that's not too grossly fond for Goro's sensibilities, given the oddly predatory glint to Akira's eyes.]
[Akechi's breath hitches out of reflex when Akira's fingers find their way against his neck, thumbs playing with the sensitive spots. The keen red eyes are sharp and focused solely on the ocean of the grey in front of him. And then, he carefully adds more pressure with his hand, the tips of his fingers pressing down harder.
His heartbeat picks up the pace, beating with more fervor than before. Akira ought to feel it under his own fingers]
So you're saying that you wouldn't feel any hostility or hurt towards me if you were the one carrying bullet wound on your body? If I had destroyed you and your friends.
[And feel it he does, even if his eyelids flutter closed at the increased pressure from Goro's fingertips. He tips his head back in a stark display of utter trust, humming in as much of a way as the pressure on his trachea allows.] I'm not, am I? I won't speak on hypotheticals.
That wasn't what Goro had expected to hear. By now he's had no choice but to believe in Akira's words and declarations of affection and love towards his person. He believed that what Akira did harbor for him was indeed love and not a reflection of the regret and guilt. He even understood that he, Goro Akechi, returned the feeling towards this thief.
Yet he couldn't stop himself from testing the other, push him further and find an out from this trap that Amour and Agape has lured them in. He needs to find a proof that this isn't unconditional, that there's a way to backtrack and --
And then Akira goes and throws him off so easily. With a simple line like that.]
You really are... [Goro mutters to himself, with a small ruefull smile on his lips as he shakes his head. Overcoming with a sudden feeling of weakness, he let's his hand fall away from Akira's throat. Disarming himself.]
[Akira is a devastatingly loving person. He loves hard, with his whole being, with a soul too big for his body, a heart enough to save Tokyo and the world besides more times than most with his history would even think about. It's a vicious outpouring of affection, and one he fears will be too much for someone like Goro, who has been so conditioned to push everyone away before they can hurt him, rather than considering letting them in. But Akira is nothing if not tenacious, and patient, in a way that even surprises himself, sometimes.]
[His eyes crease nearly closed in the outer corners, the smile more there than on his lips, and he moves his hands up from Goro's throat to frame his face.] You're the only match for me. [Sorry Goro, he's ignoring the potential for anyone seeing them in favor of pressing a startlingly chaste kiss to his lips.]
[If it wasn't for that stubborn and patient love of his they most likely would have burned out long time ago. They're both hot headed and prone to clash against each other, their own inner flames swallowing each other whole. If it wasn't for Akira's natural talent to be able to soothe them before the fire got out of their hands. To calm and nurture their love when Goro himself saw it hopeless.]
--I, [He starts but whatever he's about to say is cut off by the almost shy press of lips against of his own.]
[He sits back mostly-straight (""mostly"", given his posture, is not straight at all) and lets his hands drape over his own thighs, fingers twining between his knees.] Yeah? If you are, I am.
Pretty lengthy concussion, buddy, you might wanna get that checked.
[The smile Does Things to Akira's insides, and he returns something he tries to make less than disgustingly fond, nodding and standing to join him. For a moment he's startled by the stark height difference his heels give him, but he opts to use it to his advantage, reaching out with one hand to hold Goro still as he gently presses his lips to his hairline.] Anytime you want.
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The gaze meeting Akira's is little flushed and heated.]
I can tell. It almost makes me wonder how did you manage before having me?
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I didn't know what I was missing, but I always wondered.
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You did? I'd like to hear more of the details in your fantasies.
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[They really had odds piled up against them, didn't they. Their shared past came with their own burdens, not to mention that this fairy tale of theirs won't be lasting forever. Eventually the clock will strike midnight for them too and everything will return as they are.
...] Although, I'd say we have had enough of therapy for a lifetime.
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Damn adrenaline junkies.]
So. You wouldn't want me if our roles were revered? If I had been the on to triumph over you and not other way around.
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I'd want you whether we defied fate or not, Goro. [Well, hopefully that's not too grossly fond for Goro's sensibilities, given the oddly predatory glint to Akira's eyes.]
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His heartbeat picks up the pace, beating with more fervor than before. Akira ought to feel it under his own fingers]
So you're saying that you wouldn't feel any hostility or hurt towards me if you were the one carrying bullet wound on your body? If I had destroyed you and your friends.
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That wasn't what Goro had expected to hear. By now he's had no choice but to believe in Akira's words and declarations of affection and love towards his person. He believed that what Akira did harbor for him was indeed love and not a reflection of the regret and guilt. He even understood that he, Goro Akechi, returned the feeling towards this thief.
Yet he couldn't stop himself from testing the other, push him further and find an out from this trap that Amour and Agape has lured them in. He needs to find a proof that this isn't unconditional, that there's a way to backtrack and --
And then Akira goes and throws him off so easily. With a simple line like that.]
You really are... [Goro mutters to himself, with a small ruefull smile on his lips as he shakes his head. Overcoming with a sudden feeling of weakness, he let's his hand fall away from Akira's throat. Disarming himself.]
I'm no match for you.
sappy soppy heartfelt gay what the fuck
[His eyes crease nearly closed in the outer corners, the smile more there than on his lips, and he moves his hands up from Goro's throat to frame his face.] You're the only match for me. [Sorry Goro, he's ignoring the potential for anyone seeing them in favor of pressing a startlingly chaste kiss to his lips.]
oh gross... they are at it again
--I, [He starts but whatever he's about to say is cut off by the almost shy press of lips against of his own.]
You are an insufferable sap.
:weary: disgUSTAN
Guilty.
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I honestly sometimes wonder why I even like you. [He groans, knowing fully the answer.]
I think I'm good to go back. What about you?
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[He sits back mostly-straight (""mostly"", given his posture, is not straight at all) and lets his hands drape over his own thighs, fingers twining between his knees.] Yeah? If you are, I am.
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[He huffs, completely deadpan.
With Akira's affirmation Akechi picks up his discarded mask from the side and stands up, casting his partner an affectionate smile.]
In that case I thank you for the most enjoyable night. We should do this again.
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[The smile Does Things to Akira's insides, and he returns something he tries to make less than disgustingly fond, nodding and standing to join him. For a moment he's startled by the stark height difference his heels give him, but he opts to use it to his advantage, reaching out with one hand to hold Goro still as he gently presses his lips to his hairline.] Anytime you want.