[Of all the things he could have anticipated coming out of this interaction, the most chaste and hesitant of kisses initiated by Akechi had not been one of them.]
[For only a second, his eyes just go wide, his pupils shrinking in alarm, and he draws in an aborted breath. When his brain processes lips, his eyes immediately flutter closed, and he tilts his head just so, pressing his own lips forward. He keeps them closed, keeps it gentle, and nuzzles with his nose gently after. He stays close, their breath mingling, and opens his eyes again to search Akechi's for doubt, for regret. He still doesn't speak.]
[There's a moment when Akechi almost forgets to breathe, the air freezing still inside his lungs. It's only when a feels a light pressure pooling up he realizes to exhale.]
Ha... [He huffs out warm air against Akira's lips and almost immediately pushes back in, sealing the gap between them.
Some could probably argue that this barely counts as a kissing. Lips closed and motionless, lacking the passion and fire. Really, they're like two kids, fumbling around awkwardly in a middle school dance or something along those lines.
But despite all of that his eyes don't reflect any hesitation or fear as he continues to pressing forward, trying to increase the intensity of their kiss through force.]
[Excuse Akira as he ascends into the fucking stratosphere.]
[Akechi has instigated a kiss not once, but twice, coming back with more gusto the second time. There's no way the first could have been an accident, now. His heartbeat ratchets up into his throat, but he draws his hands to Akechi's jaw and holds him gently still, pressing into him. It's insane, he realizes, how long he's wanted to do this.]
[Akechi uses this as an opportunity to wrap his arm around Akira's shoulders and pull him closer. The mattress shifts under their weight as he encourages his rival to climb on top of him, giving them both a better access to each other.
He keeps pressing quick, rough and hungry kisses on Akira's lips, bumping their noses awkwardly together each time. Then, he eventually just sags against the mattress, exhausted and breathing heavily. The earlier heated flush has gained a darker shade of red and spread all around his face, reaching up to his ears. Panting heavily, a pair of feverish eyes keep peeking at Akira behind the sweaty curls.]
[He moves accordingly, spurred by Akechi's continued contact to take charge. He sits on his hips, similarly to how he had outside, but with a different sort of weight to it, and matches him peck for peck until Goro sags backward, panting.]
[Akira takes that moment to put their foreheads together and gauge his temperature again, nosing at him like a cat and then sitting back on his haunches.] Easy, tiger. You'll boil your brain like an egg.
[Yeah, the fever isn't going down anytime soon. He's still burning up with droplets of cold sweat forming on the back of his neck. But Akechi doesn't let that hold him back. He reaches to grab the front of Akira's yukata and pulls him closer, giving his dry and chapped lips a quick lick.]
Don't--- ha, don't be stupid. [He pants out, chest raising heavily up and down as he catches his breath, looking almost uncharacteristically meek under Akira.] Hah.. you just can't keep up.
[Akira sighs, laughing softly and settling, folding his arms over Akechi's chest and draping across him like a cat.]
No, I could. You can't, because you're not at your best right now. So it's not a fair competition. [He reaches out to brush his hair off his face, looking at him carefully.] ...have to wonder if you even meant to start that, or if your brain's already boiled.
[He's about to huff a protest at Akira, that he's always at his best (though, if he were to stop and think he'd realize that Akira is right) no matter of his condition, but is stopped by the latter part of his musings.
Akechi looks up, confused as if he didn't understand what's the issue.]
[He smiles, hopelessly fond that Akechi is allowing him to see him in this state, groggy and feverish and human, and cranes his neck forward. Carefully, he taps his lips over the corner of Akechi's, and then smooths a hand over his hair.]
[It's truly a rare treat, for both of them, to have Goro bare and vulnerable without any of his defenses or shields. Again, he places his trust on Akira. The lips briefly visits his and Akechi tries to kiss him back, but is a few seconds too late, leaving him mouthing at the air.
Yeah, he's slowing down here, not being able to keep up with Akira. He hums softly and buries his face in the other's shoulder. It doesn't take too long until the sleep finally claims him. He's so out of it that he'll definitely be unconscious until the late afternoon or something.
That coffee still better be good when he wakes up!]
[Akechi mouthing sleepily at the air is unreasonably cute, and also extremely silly. Akira carefully rearranges himself and just takes to smoothing his hair and keeping a constant soothing amount of contact with him, only slowing and finally stopping once he's gone still and his breathing has leveled out for a while.]
[He doses, just a little, but doesn't sleep overmuch, worried about moving and disrupting Goro. Dumb asshole that he was sometimes, he deserved a good night's rest after the day he'd had. Akira, honestly, did as well, but he'd worry about that later.]
[It's a good handful of hours later that he finally extracts himself from Akechi's sleeping cocoon, once he was sure his fever was on the way to breaking. For one, he has to fucking pee, thanks, and for two, Akechi might appreciate something to eat when he wakes up. So he slinks off and comes back with some basic breakfast. He keeps everything mild-- a clear soup as opposed to miso, very gently-seasoned fish, and of course, rice. He's been out of his bed about two hours by the time he moves back to it, settling to sit and carefully brush Akechi's hair out of his face again.]
[His thermos of coffee is in his hand, still warm, to appease him for waking him up.] Hey, swat me off if you think you need to sleep more, but I think your fever's broken.
[If Akechi has any dreams he doesn't remember them. Honestly, he'd almost pass for a dead if it wasn't for his slowly rising chest and quiet breathing. So, he doesn't even do as much as stir when Akira eventually untangles himself and gets up. Then again, it's not a wonder considering how high his fever had been. His body was focused on breaking the fever and patching itself back together after the events of the previous day.
And when he eventually does wake up, it's a slow process. The fever is gone but he still feels a little disoriented and groggy, last night's events being nothing but a hazy memory in his mind. He does remember Dazai, calling Akira, fighting him and then coming back to his place together. But the details still escaped from him. ]
Mmmm... [Akechi moans quietly into the pillow, shifting under the blankets.] Akira?
[What the fuck, Goro Akechi has absolutely no business being this adorable. Excuse the fuck out of him. This is unfair, and has to be illegal, somewhere, somehow. Akira bluescreens just enough to look stupid staring blankly for about fifteen seconds before he reboots enough to grin shortly and find Goro's hand. He presses the thermos into it.]
[Akira Kurusu is so lucky that Akechi isn't quite awake enough yet to judge his brain malfunction there. But eventually the mention of coffee does stir him awake enough. He opens his eyes and sits up, hissing sharply as he puts weight on his injured hand. It's enough to jolt him to this reality from his hal-asleep world, events from yesterday rushing back to him.
Oh shit.
He takes the offered coffee, feeling his ears heat up from embarrassement.]
You know you didn't have to stay. ['Don't you dare to leave ', words echo in his mind, making him to press his gaze down.]
[Akira mentally scolds himself for not preempting the motion that shocks Akechi awake with pain, but it's done and knowing Akechi, he'll do it every morning until it heals. This is why he wants it set by an actual nurse of some form. He smiles, despite himself, breathing out a faint chuckle.]
I wasn't just going to leave. Start slowly, with that, [He gestures to the coffee.] Until I can finish breakfast. [He moves off the bed and back toward the kitchen.]
[He purses his lips together into a thin line, giving Akira no answer. The thermos is awkward turned around in his hands until his rival leaves the bed. Only after he's gone back to the kitchen corner does Akechi open the lid and take small sips of the warm beverage.
It's not the best that Akira's done. The quality definitely suffered from sitting overnight on his night stand but strangely enough Akechi doesn't complain. In fact, he can feel regaining some of his strength after each sip, color slowly returning back to his face.
He doesn't say anything for a while, allowing an awkward silence to fall between them as Akira busies himself in the kitchen.
Then, after what feels like an eternity, Akechi clears his throat.]
[Akira is happy to immerse himself in breakfast, pan-frying some sort of fish in oil and mild seasoning-- who knows where he got any of it, though the fish is probably one he caught. He's almost forgotten about how down bad he is when Akechi speaks again, and he startles so badly he nearly drops his spatula.]
[Laughing nervously, he shakes his head and scoops the fish out of the pan onto two plates.] Hey, I'm not doing a walk of shame, it can't be that bad.
[he really doesn't need to bother looking at Akira's direction to know that he's just as flushed and red as he is.
Another pause, followed by another attempt to clear his throat and find his voice ]
I probably should thank you. For having enough brains for once to stop before we did something we both truly would have regretted. Don't worry, I promise to do better in future.
[He is starkly silent, outside of a few rigid motions, then-- he flicks off the burner, scoops the fish out onto two plates, and sets his spatula down all in rapid succession, pivoting quickly and marching over to Akechi. He stands over him, a severity to his expression that is somehow entirely ambiguous. Is he angry? Upset? Who knows, but there's a set to his jaw and a crease to his eyebrows that makes him very focused in whatever unreadable expression it is.]
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Date: 2023-05-11 05:05 pm (UTC)[For only a second, his eyes just go wide, his pupils shrinking in alarm, and he draws in an aborted breath. When his brain processes lips, his eyes immediately flutter closed, and he tilts his head just so, pressing his own lips forward. He keeps them closed, keeps it gentle, and nuzzles with his nose gently after. He stays close, their breath mingling, and opens his eyes again to search Akechi's for doubt, for regret. He still doesn't speak.]
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Date: 2023-05-11 07:10 pm (UTC)Ha... [He huffs out warm air against Akira's lips and almost immediately pushes back in, sealing the gap between them.
Some could probably argue that this barely counts as a kissing. Lips closed and motionless, lacking the passion and fire. Really, they're like two kids, fumbling around awkwardly in a middle school dance or something along those lines.
But despite all of that his eyes don't reflect any hesitation or fear as he continues to pressing forward, trying to increase the intensity of their kiss through force.]
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Date: 2023-05-11 07:15 pm (UTC)[Akechi has instigated a kiss not once, but twice, coming back with more gusto the second time. There's no way the first could have been an accident, now. His heartbeat ratchets up into his throat, but he draws his hands to Akechi's jaw and holds him gently still, pressing into him. It's insane, he realizes, how long he's wanted to do this.]
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Date: 2023-05-11 08:00 pm (UTC)He keeps pressing quick, rough and hungry kisses on Akira's lips, bumping their noses awkwardly together each time. Then, he eventually just sags against the mattress, exhausted and breathing heavily. The earlier heated flush has gained a darker shade of red and spread all around his face, reaching up to his ears. Panting heavily, a pair of feverish eyes keep peeking at Akira behind the sweaty curls.]
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Date: 2023-05-11 08:38 pm (UTC)[Akira takes that moment to put their foreheads together and gauge his temperature again, nosing at him like a cat and then sitting back on his haunches.] Easy, tiger. You'll boil your brain like an egg.
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Date: 2023-05-11 08:51 pm (UTC)Don't--- ha, don't be stupid. [He pants out, chest raising heavily up and down as he catches his breath, looking almost uncharacteristically meek under Akira.] Hah.. you just can't keep up.
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Date: 2023-05-11 08:56 pm (UTC)No, I could. You can't, because you're not at your best right now. So it's not a fair competition. [He reaches out to brush his hair off his face, looking at him carefully.] ...have to wonder if you even meant to start that, or if your brain's already boiled.
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Date: 2023-05-11 09:05 pm (UTC)Akechi looks up, confused as if he didn't understand what's the issue.]
You didn't like it?
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Date: 2023-05-11 09:34 pm (UTC)[It's a simple statement. He rubs his thumb gently over Akechi's eyebrow.] ...I just worry you'll be upset about it later.
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Date: 2023-05-11 09:44 pm (UTC)You're hard to please. [Pot, kettle. But furthermore:] I give you what you want and you're still not satisfied.
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Date: 2023-05-11 11:09 pm (UTC)You're one to talk. Hey, [He taps Akechi's jaw, gently, trying to get him to turn toward him.]
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Date: 2023-05-11 11:52 pm (UTC)He slowly opens his eyes at the tapping on his jaw. He turns to face Akira's way, briefly staring at him before closing his eyes.]
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Date: 2023-05-12 12:10 am (UTC)Sleep some, yeah? We'll talk about this later.
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Date: 2023-05-12 12:33 am (UTC)Yeah, he's slowing down here, not being able to keep up with Akira. He hums softly and buries his face in the other's shoulder. It doesn't take too long until the sleep finally claims him. He's so out of it that he'll definitely be unconscious until the late afternoon or something.
That coffee still better be good when he wakes up!]
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Date: 2023-05-12 12:52 am (UTC)[He doses, just a little, but doesn't sleep overmuch, worried about moving and disrupting Goro. Dumb asshole that he was sometimes, he deserved a good night's rest after the day he'd had. Akira, honestly, did as well, but he'd worry about that later.]
[It's a good handful of hours later that he finally extracts himself from Akechi's sleeping cocoon, once he was sure his fever was on the way to breaking. For one, he has to fucking pee, thanks, and for two, Akechi might appreciate something to eat when he wakes up. So he slinks off and comes back with some basic breakfast. He keeps everything mild-- a clear soup as opposed to miso, very gently-seasoned fish, and of course, rice. He's been out of his bed about two hours by the time he moves back to it, settling to sit and carefully brush Akechi's hair out of his face again.]
[His thermos of coffee is in his hand, still warm, to appease him for waking him up.] Hey, swat me off if you think you need to sleep more, but I think your fever's broken.
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Date: 2023-05-12 01:17 am (UTC)And when he eventually does wake up, it's a slow process. The fever is gone but he still feels a little disoriented and groggy, last night's events being nothing but a hazy memory in his mind. He does remember Dazai, calling Akira, fighting him and then coming back to his place together. But the details still escaped from him. ]
Mmmm... [Akechi moans quietly into the pillow, shifting under the blankets.] Akira?
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Date: 2023-05-13 01:28 am (UTC)Coffee. [Oh he is down bad.]
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Date: 2023-05-13 01:38 am (UTC)Oh shit.
He takes the offered coffee, feeling his ears heat up from embarrassement.]
You know you didn't have to stay. ['Don't you dare to leave ', words echo in his mind, making him to press his gaze down.]
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Date: 2023-05-13 01:41 am (UTC)I wasn't just going to leave. Start slowly, with that, [He gestures to the coffee.] Until I can finish breakfast. [He moves off the bed and back toward the kitchen.]
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Date: 2023-05-13 01:53 am (UTC)It's not the best that Akira's done. The quality definitely suffered from sitting overnight on his night stand but strangely enough Akechi doesn't complain. In fact, he can feel regaining some of his strength after each sip, color slowly returning back to his face.
He doesn't say anything for a while, allowing an awkward silence to fall between them as Akira busies himself in the kitchen.
Then, after what feels like an eternity, Akechi clears his throat.]
I'm sorry about last night.
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Date: 2023-05-13 02:02 am (UTC)[Laughing nervously, he shakes his head and scoops the fish out of the pan onto two plates.] Hey, I'm not doing a walk of shame, it can't be that bad.
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Date: 2023-05-13 02:10 am (UTC)That wasn't very far from happening. [he mumbles the joke back at him, carefully running his hand through his hair.]
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Date: 2023-05-13 02:12 am (UTC)I... oh. [Slowly, from beneath the collar of his yukata, his neck up and out to his ears flushes scarlet.]
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Date: 2023-05-13 02:22 am (UTC)Another pause, followed by another attempt to clear his throat and find his voice ]
I probably should thank you. For having enough brains for once to stop before we did something we both truly would have regretted. Don't worry, I promise to do better in future.
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Date: 2023-05-14 01:22 am (UTC)Did you mean it?
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