[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.]
[Goro you're gonna kill him. He's gonna die a happy man, but hooboy is he gonna mcfucking die. The eye contact startles him at first, but he meets it all the same, allowing the silent plea in his gaze to bring him back down to earth.]
[He registers tether points-- Goro's hand wrapped around his wrist, his palm and fingers kneading into the point of Goro's hip. His other hand, four-finger buried lower, caught in the clutch of obscene heat. He shifts, and cool air hits the back of his neck, making him realize he's covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and he finally smiles, knife-sharp and Joker in its entirety.] You ready, then?
[Try having four fingers up in your ass and hitting your prostate. Then talk about dying, because yeah. This edging and pooling pressure has him feeling like he's going insane.
He draws idly circles on Akira's wrist with his thumb. It registers to him just how hot the other's skin feels. He lowers his gaze briefly to look at the clothed tent between Akira's legs and licks his lips. Then, he catches the mischievous grin on Akira's face -- making his own blood run hot and wild. Oh shit. He's so in.]
Yes. Make me yours already. [Old-fashioned till the end.]
[He hums, taking a moment to decidedly button-mash Goro's prostate, just to get him good and bothered before he withdraws his fingers entirely, frowning slightly at his lube-slicked fingers for a moment. With a shrug, figuring he's already washing his lounge pants before they're getting worn again anyway, he smears the mess across the leg of them, and then claims the bottle of lube again.]
[Climbing backward off of the edge of the bed entirely, he shoves his loungewear and boxers down off his hips, then to his knees, and does a silly little wobbling jig to kick them off his ankles, settling back and resuming his prior positioning, with one key difference-- being that he's naked now, when he slots himself forward against Goro, it's in such a way that they basically bump balls.]
[Ridiculous.]
[But it gives Akira the time to pop the cap on the lube and generously coat his dick, swollen and ruddy with neglected arousal, and then he scoots back just enough to take hold of it and direct it toward Goro's hopefully prepared enough asshole. He swallows, licking his lips as he taps the head against him, and glances up for a final vote of permission from Goro.]
[H-hey! He's not Morgana!! How dare you. Because yeah, the last assault almost makes him scream as he jumps on the mattress again -- body squirming and trying to get away from the stimulation. There is such thing as too much, you know. But what's even worse? The fingers just.. withdraw away from him? Leaving him mercilessly empty all of the sudden, with all the heat pooling in his groin and pulsing inside his cock.
God, he must be looking like such debauched mess. Leg's spread, asshole closing softly after being stretched open for so long, flushed red cheeks framing his misty eyes and cock weeping hard. Ugh, thank fucking god he doesn't have to see it himself.
Anyway, he watches Akira to undress as if he was in trance. They've seen each other naked plenty by now but.. not like this? Actually, come to think of it. He's never seen Akira with full erection before. He had been lying on top of him during the hand job. The sight makes his throat feel dry and burn with arousal.
It's unfair how attractive Akira can look like this.
And really he wasn't so transfixed on Akira's naked form he'd reach out to help him with the lube, not wanting to be inactive partner. But it's done rather quickly and before Goro even knows he feels the blunt end of Akira's cock brushing against him -- just testing, not pressing in just yet. Goro bends both his knees up and leans them against Akira's sides, slowly dragging himself against Akira.
[Goro dragging himself closer is all the permission Akira needs, really-- he shifts the angle just so and presses his hips forward, slowly easing in with an audible exhale. As he moves forward, his jaw slowly sags open, but he stays largely silent. The clutch of him is overwhelming, the entire idea of what's happening flooding every sense he's ever known.]
[His progression is slow, but steady, wanting to make sure Goro doesn't need him to stop along the way if it's uncomfortable, but-- it shouldn't be, with the use of four fingers. He's not so haughty to assume he's larger than four of his fingers. When he's fully seated, hips bumping gently into Goro's ass, he lets out a small, quiet sound, utterly wanton.]
[It's not as much about the size perse but the shape and reach. The fingers had been bony, with sharper edges and could only get in so far. With Akira pushing himself it's different and Goro gets the taste of what it's like to be full.
The way it just sinks in slowly but smoothly is almost obscene. There isn't any real resistance left after their prior exercise. Even the slight burn around his walls is dimmed quickly by the almost overwhelming sensation of being filled, making him very aware of his own body.
When Akira's fully seated in it kinda feels like someone had punted the air out of him in the gut, leaving him breathless and gaping for air. It's not really unpleasant.. just, intense? But it's the sound from Akira that keeps Goro grounded in the present. With his lips parted to small "o" he tilts his head to left, observing Akira's expression. He's not entirely sure if he's done this before or not, but he reckons it still must feel different to him too.]
[Akira is pretty generously endowed for a Japanese teenager, but he isn't the type to flaunt it in polite company. Goro's probably the only one who'll experience this degree of familiarity with it, anyway, so it doesn't overmuch matter.]
[In short order his hands start to shake slightly against Goro's hips, and he opens his eyes to look at him, for as best he can. His expression is glassed over and completely wrecked, at a loss for the degree of sensation currently flooding his body. He grunts, softly, unable to actually form words at first, and then licks his lips and tries again. His voice is all gravel, coming entirely from his chest, but still startlingly soft.] L'mme know when I can move.
[The look that Akira gives him does manage Goro feel like he's some sort of meal, presented for the other on a silver platter. It's.. interesting how he doesn't find it detestable. Somehow, instead of being voyeuristic it's just intimate. Adoring, even. It doesn't make him want to balk at the thought of being perceived.
Goro swallows air, fingers curled tightly around the fabric of his shirt. It feels uncomfortably hot against his sweaty skin, rough against his hardened nipples. And Akira had been right, of course, the hem has ride up along his torso right above his bellybutton -- revealing the ugly mark on his side. Why had it been important to keep it on again?
After a brief moment, Goro shifts and adjust himself on the mattress, angling himself better on Akira and nods.]
[He's not sure there's been a time since ruffling his hair at Miel et Crepes that Akira hasn't thought fondly of Goro-- there was fear, and a bit of hurt at the betrayal, but coming to understand the why just stubbed the flames of doubt and renewed his fierce protectiveness over the other. Even now, there is fondness in how he slides his hands upward, rucking his shirt up higher and higher as he goes. He's dazed, still lost in sensation, but not enough to prevent him from finding and gently pinching those very nipples.]
[And then Goro gives the go ahead, and he stalls out for a moment, looking down to where they're joined together. He slides his hands back to Goro's hips, holding them still and carefully shifting backward, edging out and then pressing back forward. This time, when he bottoms out, he makes a cracked whine of sound, short and aborted as he draws back again.]
[It takes time for him to find a rhythm, and more for it to smooth out and not be awkward and jolting, but he gets there.] God, you feel amazing.
[Goro's eyes widen when Akira diverts his attention to his chest, a soft worry reflecting in them. But any uncertainty is nubbed out when the careful fingers lift the shirt up and explore the previously hidden skin. His breath hitches into a whine when his nipples are pinched, making his cock twitch a little in interest. He's not overly sensitive over there but yeah, that's one place he hadn't considered to react so.. positively to teasing.
On the left side, there's the wound that had been source of the conflict -- something that robbed Goro his life. But right now, beneath it his heart is beating fast and strong, full of life and excitement. He's still here.
Echoing Akira's whine, Goro lets out a stiffed grunt at the first thrust. He cranes his neck backwards and moves his hands to grab on Akira's wrists to gain some leverage while trying to meet the other's movements, all while dropping muted sounds. Awkward is a good word to describe the way the first, still testing thrusts feels like. But it's fine, neither of them are in hurry here. Not yet.
And once the rhythm becomes more steady and smooth Goro goes lax again, his head lulling to the side and hands letting go of Akira, falling down on top of his tummy as he's being rocked back and forth.]
Uhhuh.. [Red eyes, drunk from the desire look up at Akira questioning. Not.. the most eloquent answer, but bear with him!] It's not.. half-bad.
[Akira supplies a thin chuckle, rolling his eyes at the fact that even when being impaled on a dick, Goro has to carry out his put-upon annoyance with everything. Just to prove his point, Akira shunts his hips forward a bit and grinds, angling himself just so to hit his prostate.]
[You bet he's going to be difficult even here. It's in his nature after all. Though, that thrust does make him whine out loud from him as he automatically clenches down on him.
[Akira's eyebrows raise, and he shifts back a little, then forward again, pointedly tapping that spot once more.] Have you stopped to consider I'm waiting to be sure we're both ready? [You're injured, after all, sir.]
--nnghh. [Okay, but this time Goro actually anticipated the poke at his sensitive spot. So he tightens his muscles hard this time, really squeezing Akira in a tight grip.
Two can play this game ok.]
Are you not, then? [He breathes out, voice airy and labored. Then, as to drive his point home he lifts his legs to wrap them around Akira's waist.] I'll tell you if I can't take it.
[Another chuckle, and he leans forward to brace his hands above Goro's shoulders.] You asked for it, then. You're gonna have to unclench a little, though.
[For a quick beat Goro studies Akira's face, his own mildly annoyed frown softens and he reaches his left hand to brush a stray black curl behind his ear. A small tender moment. A treat.
And just as requested he relaxes his muscles, releasing Akira from his tight clutch.]
[The hand catches him off guard and he startles, jolting and then going very still to watch Goro for a long moment. His sweetness is always so brief and sporadic, Akira can't help but relish it when it happens. His eyes get hot despite himself, and he scrunches them closed in a smile, ducking down to capture his lips for a long, slow kiss.]
[It's a distraction for the way he slowly starts to move and keep moving.]
[The fingers carefully caress the skin behind Akira's ear -- it's almost a soothing gesture, something to reaffirm the other that it's going to be fine.
The kiss is welcomed distraction. Goro parts his lips the moment Akira lowers himself, inviting him in and eager to kiss back. He moans softly into Akira's mouth as he begins to move again, rocking him back and worth on the mattress and building up the tension again.]
[He keeps their lips pressed together, sharing breath for as long as he can manage, until he breaks the seal of the mouths on a sharp inhale from a particular thrust of his hips. He doesn't quite pause, then, so much as he stutters, and pushes himself up to sit back on his haunches and hold onto Goro's hips again. The red to his face has bled downward, bathing his shoulders scarlet, and his whole body is covered in a thin sheen of sweat. More importantly, his pupils are blown so wide his eyes look black, and he rocks into Goro looking at him like he's the most precious and amazing thing he's ever laid eyes on.]
[He has nothing to say, despite usually being a huge sap in these sorts of moments, just watching and keeping his hips rolling.]
[He almost doesn't let go of Akira, wanting to keep him close and drown in the kisses. A small part of his lizard brain actually thinks how grand it'd be if they could just merge in together here. To have their bodies melt into one. How gross.
Each snap of the hip is accompanied by a sound coming from him. Moan, sharp breath or grunt. The usual stuff. But Goro holds the eye contact, Akira's dazed gaze feeling like noose around his throat.]
[His mind wars with itself, keeping him silent even as his hips slow to consider the question.]
[Because I'm in love with you, he doesn't say. You aren't ready for the answer to that, he also doesn't say. He knows better-- Goro would shrink away from such an admission, would feel pressured to respond, either in kind of in rejection, and Akira doesn't really need him to respond at all. It's a fact, and he doesn't need the affection reciprocated to the extent that he feels it. That they're even this close is more than enough, even if it doesn't stop him from gazing wantonly at him when he isn't really paying attention to his facial cues.]
[He pulls Goro's hips to him as he thrusts forward, the contact not bruising but rougher than prior connections.] Should I not look at you like you're precious to me?
[It's a sad fact that Akira is right. Goro wouldn't react well to such confession at this point. Instead of feeling touched or loved it'd probably drive him to the bathroom to throw up in panic. So better that they just enjoy this physical closeness, now that they've finally made it this far.]
No. [Blunt answer, breathed out to cover another pleasurable moan because yes. This is what he needs. Goro closes his eyes eyes and allows his hands to slide off his stomach, bringing them up to grab the fabric covering their mattress above his head as thrusting turns more rougher.]
[It sours his stomach, just a little, that Goro so immediately brushes him off. He's fine knowing he's head over heels for the guy and it'll never be discussed, fine with it never being expressed on the off chance that Goro actually shares the sentiment. But that Goro is so quick to discard himself, in the form of refusing Akira's fondness... Hurts. It's not that he wants it returned, it's that he wants Goro to permit it. To allow himself to be coveted.]
[He matches pace with the rougher motions when encouraged, regardless. If he makes a point of not looking Goro in the eye now, well. It's just so he doesn't disregard his insistence that he not look at him like he's precious.]
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Date: 2023-08-21 06:02 pm (UTC)[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.]
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Date: 2023-08-21 06:26 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2023-08-21 08:21 pm (UTC)[He registers tether points-- Goro's hand wrapped around his wrist, his palm and fingers kneading into the point of Goro's hip. His other hand, four-finger buried lower, caught in the clutch of obscene heat. He shifts, and cool air hits the back of his neck, making him realize he's covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and he finally smiles, knife-sharp and Joker in its entirety.] You ready, then?
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Date: 2023-08-21 09:26 pm (UTC)He draws idly circles on Akira's wrist with his thumb. It registers to him just how hot the other's skin feels. He lowers his gaze briefly to look at the clothed tent between Akira's legs and licks his lips. Then, he catches the mischievous grin on Akira's face -- making his own blood run hot and wild. Oh shit. He's so in.]
Yes. Make me yours already. [Old-fashioned till the end.]
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Date: 2023-08-21 10:29 pm (UTC)[Climbing backward off of the edge of the bed entirely, he shoves his loungewear and boxers down off his hips, then to his knees, and does a silly little wobbling jig to kick them off his ankles, settling back and resuming his prior positioning, with one key difference-- being that he's naked now, when he slots himself forward against Goro, it's in such a way that they basically bump balls.]
[Ridiculous.]
[But it gives Akira the time to pop the cap on the lube and generously coat his dick, swollen and ruddy with neglected arousal, and then he scoots back just enough to take hold of it and direct it toward Goro's hopefully prepared enough asshole. He swallows, licking his lips as he taps the head against him, and glances up for a final vote of permission from Goro.]
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Date: 2023-08-21 10:57 pm (UTC)God, he must be looking like such debauched mess. Leg's spread, asshole closing softly after being stretched open for so long, flushed red cheeks framing his misty eyes and cock weeping hard. Ugh, thank fucking god he doesn't have to see it himself.
Anyway, he watches Akira to undress as if he was in trance. They've seen each other naked plenty by now but.. not like this? Actually, come to think of it. He's never seen Akira with full erection before. He had been lying on top of him during the hand job. The sight makes his throat feel dry and burn with arousal.
It's unfair how attractive Akira can look like this.
And really he wasn't so transfixed on Akira's naked form he'd reach out to help him with the lube, not wanting to be inactive partner. But it's done rather quickly and before Goro even knows he feels the blunt end of Akira's cock brushing against him -- just testing, not pressing in just yet. Goro bends both his knees up and leans them against Akira's sides, slowly dragging himself against Akira.
Go for it, loverboy.]
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Date: 2023-08-22 02:50 am (UTC)[His progression is slow, but steady, wanting to make sure Goro doesn't need him to stop along the way if it's uncomfortable, but-- it shouldn't be, with the use of four fingers. He's not so haughty to assume he's larger than four of his fingers. When he's fully seated, hips bumping gently into Goro's ass, he lets out a small, quiet sound, utterly wanton.]
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Date: 2023-08-22 08:21 am (UTC)The way it just sinks in slowly but smoothly is almost obscene. There isn't any real resistance left after their prior exercise. Even the slight burn around his walls is dimmed quickly by the almost overwhelming sensation of being filled, making him very aware of his own body.
When Akira's fully seated in it kinda feels like someone had punted the air out of him in the gut, leaving him breathless and gaping for air. It's not really unpleasant.. just, intense? But it's the sound from Akira that keeps Goro grounded in the present. With his lips parted to small "o" he tilts his head to left, observing Akira's expression. He's not entirely sure if he's done this before or not, but he reckons it still must feel different to him too.]
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Date: 2023-08-23 11:39 pm (UTC)[In short order his hands start to shake slightly against Goro's hips, and he opens his eyes to look at him, for as best he can. His expression is glassed over and completely wrecked, at a loss for the degree of sensation currently flooding his body. He grunts, softly, unable to actually form words at first, and then licks his lips and tries again. His voice is all gravel, coming entirely from his chest, but still startlingly soft.] L'mme know when I can move.
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Date: 2023-08-24 12:39 am (UTC)Goro swallows air, fingers curled tightly around the fabric of his shirt. It feels uncomfortably hot against his sweaty skin, rough against his hardened nipples. And Akira had been right, of course, the hem has ride up along his torso right above his bellybutton -- revealing the ugly mark on his side. Why had it been important to keep it on again?
After a brief moment, Goro shifts and adjust himself on the mattress, angling himself better on Akira and nods.]
Do it.
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Date: 2023-08-24 10:10 pm (UTC)[And then Goro gives the go ahead, and he stalls out for a moment, looking down to where they're joined together. He slides his hands back to Goro's hips, holding them still and carefully shifting backward, edging out and then pressing back forward. This time, when he bottoms out, he makes a cracked whine of sound, short and aborted as he draws back again.]
[It takes time for him to find a rhythm, and more for it to smooth out and not be awkward and jolting, but he gets there.] God, you feel amazing.
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Date: 2023-08-24 11:29 pm (UTC)On the left side, there's the wound that had been source of the conflict -- something that robbed Goro his life. But right now, beneath it his heart is beating fast and strong, full of life and excitement. He's still here.
Echoing Akira's whine, Goro lets out a stiffed grunt at the first thrust. He cranes his neck backwards and moves his hands to grab on Akira's wrists to gain some leverage while trying to meet the other's movements, all while dropping muted sounds. Awkward is a good word to describe the way the first, still testing thrusts feels like. But it's fine, neither of them are in hurry here. Not yet.
And once the rhythm becomes more steady and smooth Goro goes lax again, his head lulling to the side and hands letting go of Akira, falling down on top of his tummy as he's being rocked back and forth.]
Uhhuh.. [Red eyes, drunk from the desire look up at Akira questioning. Not.. the most eloquent answer, but bear with him!] It's not.. half-bad.
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Date: 2023-08-26 07:42 pm (UTC)Not half-bad, hm?
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Date: 2023-08-26 08:14 pm (UTC)How dare.]
[He groans and looks at him defiantly.]
I'm waiting for you to stop holding back.
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Date: 2023-08-26 08:38 pm (UTC)[Akira's eyebrows raise, and he shifts back a little, then forward again, pointedly tapping that spot once more.] Have you stopped to consider I'm waiting to be sure we're both ready? [You're injured, after all, sir.]
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Date: 2023-08-26 10:43 pm (UTC)Two can play this game ok.]
Are you not, then? [He breathes out, voice airy and labored. Then, as to drive his point home he lifts his legs to wrap them around Akira's waist.] I'll tell you if I can't take it.
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Date: 2023-08-26 10:59 pm (UTC)Next one will be 1k!!!
Date: 2023-08-26 11:08 pm (UTC)And just as requested he relaxes his muscles, releasing Akira from his tight clutch.]
wholesome garbage from a smut thread with these two???
Date: 2023-08-26 11:18 pm (UTC)[It's a distraction for the way he slowly starts to move and keep moving.]
wow, it's like they care for each other or some shit
Date: 2023-08-26 11:34 pm (UTC)The kiss is welcomed distraction. Goro parts his lips the moment Akira lowers himself, inviting him in and eager to kiss back. He moans softly into Akira's mouth as he begins to move again, rocking him back and worth on the mattress and building up the tension again.]
could have fooled me most days
Date: 2023-08-26 11:47 pm (UTC)[He has nothing to say, despite usually being a huge sap in these sorts of moments, just watching and keeping his hips rolling.]
same tbh. they're just too disasterous to do it like normal people
Date: 2023-08-27 12:00 am (UTC)Each snap of the hip is accompanied by a sound coming from him. Moan, sharp breath or grunt. The usual stuff. But Goro holds the eye contact, Akira's dazed gaze feeling like noose around his throat.]
Why--.. Why do you look at me like that?
they're a damn force of nature
Date: 2023-08-28 12:44 am (UTC)[Because I'm in love with you, he doesn't say. You aren't ready for the answer to that, he also doesn't say. He knows better-- Goro would shrink away from such an admission, would feel pressured to respond, either in kind of in rejection, and Akira doesn't really need him to respond at all. It's a fact, and he doesn't need the affection reciprocated to the extent that he feels it. That they're even this close is more than enough, even if it doesn't stop him from gazing wantonly at him when he isn't really paying attention to his facial cues.]
[He pulls Goro's hips to him as he thrusts forward, the contact not bruising but rougher than prior connections.] Should I not look at you like you're precious to me?
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Date: 2023-08-28 01:14 am (UTC)No. [Blunt answer, breathed out to cover another pleasurable moan because yes. This is what he needs. Goro closes his eyes eyes and allows his hands to slide off his stomach, bringing them up to grab the fabric covering their mattress above his head as thrusting turns more rougher.]
Harder.
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Date: 2023-08-28 01:48 am (UTC)[He matches pace with the rougher motions when encouraged, regardless. If he makes a point of not looking Goro in the eye now, well. It's just so he doesn't disregard his insistence that he not look at him like he's precious.]
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