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[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.]

[He slows down immediately, making a quiet shushing sound and moving back up to pepper kisses along Goro's skin.] Too much?

[Goro shakes his head at the question, eyes screwed shut.]

No. It just-- come back here. [He breathes out, voice airy and ragged. He keeps pulling from Akira's shirt, nudging him to move back up to a kiss]

[He just hums in agreement and goes where directed, letting the kisses distract him as he slowly proceeds with his third finger. Three..., ought to be enough, but he doesn't want this to hurt, so he's considering the merits of four, just to be on the safe side.] I don't know if I believe you, you push yourself with everything.

[The kissing works just well, it gives Goro something to do instead of just staying still, waiting for Akira to pry him open.

After few pushes the third one is finally in, seated nicely next to rest. The stretch is still there but discomfort is slowly lifting, becoming more bearable by each passing moment.]

Unlike you I'm not a masochist. Idiot. [He says, despite them both knowing just how much he tends to push his limits.]

Never said you were. [Murmured against his skin with a faint smile. He lets the fingers sit there a moment, then slowly starts to scissor them outward, just tiny motions before going back to their original positioning.] Just that you push yourself.

I wouldn't let you break me. [...Not exactly true. The whole concept of sex is still a complicated mess within the back of his brain and he's not still sure where he places himself there. It's transactional, means to an end, a tool for destruction but also one for love and adoration. Among the other things. Would he seek self-destruction through the act? Maybe. But he supposes that's where Akira comes in, holding him back and keep his head up in the surface.

Goro spreads his legs more, giving Akira more space to work with, while also easing the stretch. Slowly but surely the pressure gives in and Goro finds himself being able to relax his thighs]

[He just hums again, continuing to slowly scissor his fingers apart and back together until Goro's thighs relax and the clutch of him is less restrictive. Pressing a kiss to the corner of his jaw, he sits back again and surveys him, licking his lips as though he were overlooking a meal.]

[Not inaccurate,]

[Another rumbling hum, and he tilts his head.] Four, to be safe?

['Why don't you just shove your whole fist in there?' He wants to snap back but bites back on the words. He's getting used to having three in him already, the motion of them slowly coaxing the pleasure out of him.

With his chest raising heavily Goro looks down at Akira, face flushed and eyes drunk on the sensation.]

You sure you can wait that long?

[He would have laughed at the fist mention. Goro, he is not going to fist you, not now and not probably ever. That does not seem like an enjoyable time for anyone. His eyebrows raise at the question.]

Tilling, remember? I can be patient.

[Good. Because at least right now the concept doesn't appear particularly appealing to him either.]

I thought I wasn't a field. [Well, whatever. He leans his head back on the mattress and let's go off Akira's shirt, bracing himself for the fourth.]

Just.. try hit the prostate again this time?

Maybe of roses. Lotta thorns, y'know? [Still grinning, he sits back on his haunches and shifts to carefully introduce a fourth finger. It's... a bit awkward, to say the least, but he does his best, and moves slowly. He also absolutely heeds Goro's request, and as soon as he's at a good angle for it, rubs one finger over his prostate. At first he's gentle, and then more insistent, until he's rubbing rhythmically.]

If you're trying to be cute or funny, it's not working. [Surprisingly enough? The fourth doesn't bring as much challenge as the third one did, probably because the shape of the hand is a little different and spreading his hole from different directions. Or because Goro remembers to fucking breathe this time? Who knows.]

Ahh--!! [An involuntary gasp leaves from him when Akira hits the bundle of nerves again. It'd be lying to say that he sees stars, but it does hit no much harder than last time. He rolls his eyes up behind his closed lids and he clams up around the fingers as the rhythm sets to more steady, the intensity of the pressure only growing.]

Ha--, fuck. Akira. [Yeah, the ragged moans keep spilling from him despite his best efforts to keep his breathing even and calm.]

[Akira forgets himself for a moment, just rubbing that magical little spot and watching intently as Goro writhes, and when he speaks his name he breathes out a ragged, shaking exhale.] God. [He doesn't elaborate.]

[He is, however, painfully hard in his own pants, a damp spot growing at the front of them where he strains against the fabric. He'll have to buy another pair of lounge pants while he washes these, yikes.]

[It's funny-- while Goro gets more verbose when he loses himself, Akira clams up and doesn't talk nearly as much. So the abrupt realization they're about to really, truly have sex makes his throat close up and his lips stay sealed as he works Goro into a froth.]

[Sorry Akira, Goro's currently lost in his own little world to pay attention to your stupor. But once it's not one that's deep in his own dark thoughts, filled with his own insecurities or demons -- but one that's very much present in the now and painted by the brilliant colors Akira makes him see.

He doesn't even register moving along the rhythm, trying to swallow more of Akira's hand inside. He's dangling on the edge but something is missing. He needs something more before he can make the jump.

It's so very tempting to touch himself and finish off like that. But that's not what they had in mind, right? Instead of grabbing himself he reaches to touch Akira's hand on his hip, fingers curling around his wrist.

Goro won't beg. At least not verbally. But when the flushed red orbs seek for Akira's eyes the word "please" is very much present.]

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

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eggs will stay as long Joker the Therapy chicken lives

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