[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.]
[It all stems from that same part of him that harbors an unregistered wish for this to hurt. The part of his brain that doesn't see anything worthy in himself and seeks out the self-destruction, even if it's through sex. It'd only be right.
But right now that desire is being pushed below the surface by much more stronger wish.]
More, Akira. More. [He demands while gasping. He wants more of this. He wants to feel the brilliant fire within Akira to seep into him and to feel alive.]
[At least he can't say this doesn't feel good, despite the maelstrom in his head. It feels a bit like his whole body is being ignited with electric currents, hair standing on end and figurative flames licking his everything. Goro's voice magnifies it, and the molten heat blurs his vision. He closes his eyes, only realizing in doing so that his lashes were damp, and resolutely putting that reaction into the garbage.]
[He shifts his hips, changing the angle and crashing into Goro again and again, feeling the spool of heat behind his navel start to unravel.]
[They can stress over their fucked up dynamic later. Arguing is the last thing on Goro's mind for once.
Unlike the last time when receiving a blowjob Goro doesn't really bother silencing himself. Each thrust is met with a whiny moan, hushed curse or bitten demand to go faster, do more, be rougher. He's insatiable now that he's found source of the hot pleasure, only focused on chasing it and feeling good. It's funny in a way, earlier he would've only scoffed at the thought of having sweaty hot body panting above him.]
--ah! Fuck! [He almost screams when Akira manages push deep while also brushing his prostate. His eyes roll behind closed lids and stretches his neck out. That's the spot.
His neglected cock feels so heavy and painfully from the pressure building in. He's so close that it almost hurts.]
Akira. [He nearly cries out, licking his lips and tries to breathe. Words are suddenly very hard to do.] Akira.. I need..
[He just hums, opening his eyes and surveying Goro's state but still avoiding making eye contact. One hand shifts from his hip and smooths inward, skirting his dick but making a clear near-pass.] You need...? Tell me.
[Even caught in his head about it like he is, he channels Joker, keeps his voice steady and commanding. He did it so many times in Palaces, being unsure and nervous about their proceedings, but letting red leather on his hands change him into what his team needed. There was no leather, here, but he would let the heat between them change him into what Goro needed.]
[Goro Akechi isn't an easy person. He's constantly fighting everything and biting the hand trying to reach for him. He doesn't submit or ask for favors, it's not just in his nature. But there's something in the Akira's voice that makes him halt and carefully open his eyes, watching the other behind his long, wet lashes. His entire face is covered in a hedonistic flush, lips puff from all the kissing and biting.
Nothing makes much sense anymore. Other than that he needs release. Well, Akira had promised to fuck him silly. Quivering, he mouths the words silently in the air before finding his voice again.]
I need you to touch me, you piece of shit. [Despite the hostility of the words they're spoken in a quiet voice, almost like a secret that's being whispered into the dark.]
[He hums again, taking the statement and letting it guide his hand to Goro's neglected dick. He's careful, first, gentle, just sliding his thumb along the underside. He rolls his hips and with the motion takes him into his hand fully, just grasping, until he starts to stroke in earnest with the rhythm of his hips.] It's just us, Goro. Let me see you come undone. [His voice is small-- barely above a whisper, and despite the gravel of it it comes out as more of a plea than a command.]
['Just two of us,' Goro would like to argue that's still too many people! But words won't obey him and neither does his body. Leaving him to wither and squirm under Akira.]
I'll fucking -ahh. I'll gouge your eyes out.[When in doubt rely on the death threats, although he's really lacking the vitriol -- voice ripping out from his chest like a wounded growl.
He keeps bucking his hips up, pace fast and unsteady. Anything to feel more.
At least until it just becomes too much. With his thighs tensing up he feels as his muscles spam around Akira. But he just has to cheat. So, without asking permission he suddenly bounces up from the mattress, just enough to grab Akira from behind back of his neck to pull him down with him into a rough and bruising kiss. Then, and only then he allows himself to drop and reach the climax.
The toe curling sensation rocks his whole body, burning him and making him taut like a wire as the cum shoots off in a hot ribbons. Only when he feels completely empty does his body go lax.]
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[The statement isn't one he's unused to. Goro typically results to claims of violence when in a vulnerable state, in lieu of something small in a state of fear puffing up to appear larger. He wants to tease him about it, maybe stop moving his hand just to watch him squirm, and really that's probably what he should have done. It would have made it a competition, made it a more even playing ground. Been more rival-like.]
[But he doesn't, and he doesn't expect Goro to use momentum to bounce up off the bed and grab him, either. He goes easily, shifting his wrist and pumping his hand over Goro faster still, until he's splattering spend between their bodies, huddled close together. Akira doesn't fully realize how close he is until he feels that, until pain blooms behind his eyes at the bruising nature of Goro's kiss, and he releases a shattered cry into their mouths as his hips drive home a final time.]
[He's shaking horribly when he's through, shivering as if cold, but he's the exact opposite. His breath comes in gasping lungfulls, forehead pressed to Goro's and eyes screwed shut, and he doesn't realize he's repeating Goro's name in a fractured whisper.]
[He doesn't feel even slightest remorse for denying Akira of his wish. No matter how selfish it is. But he also needed to have Akira close and to be able to touch him. Otherwise he fears that he might fall too hard and break down, having to put himself back together on his own. Irrational fear, similar to what had made him panic last time.
The cry passing from Akira's lips to Goro's, along with feeling the body shiver and shake above him only prolongs his own orgasm. He wraps himself around Akira and holds him close, sharing the same breath as they both seem to ride the wave together. He only realizes that Akira came inside of him when it's over and.. oh. It feels weird. Only a little gross.
It takes a good moment for reality to catch up on him. And meanwhile waiting for that to happen Goro idly combs through Akira's hair with his fingers, trying to catch a breath.]
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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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Date: 2023-08-28 02:12 am (UTC)But right now that desire is being pushed below the surface by much more stronger wish.]
More, Akira. More. [He demands while gasping. He wants more of this. He wants to feel the brilliant fire within Akira to seep into him and to feel alive.]
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Date: 2023-08-28 02:19 am (UTC)[He shifts his hips, changing the angle and crashing into Goro again and again, feeling the spool of heat behind his navel start to unravel.]
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Date: 2023-08-28 11:20 am (UTC)Unlike the last time when receiving a blowjob Goro doesn't really bother silencing himself. Each thrust is met with a whiny moan, hushed curse or bitten demand to go faster, do more, be rougher. He's insatiable now that he's found source of the hot pleasure, only focused on chasing it and feeling good. It's funny in a way, earlier he would've only scoffed at the thought of having sweaty hot body panting above him.]
--ah! Fuck! [He almost screams when Akira manages push deep while also brushing his prostate. His eyes roll behind closed lids and stretches his neck out. That's the spot.
His neglected cock feels so heavy and painfully from the pressure building in. He's so close that it almost hurts.]
Akira. [He nearly cries out, licking his lips and tries to breathe. Words are suddenly very hard to do.] Akira.. I need..
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Date: 2023-08-28 02:23 pm (UTC)[Even caught in his head about it like he is, he channels Joker, keeps his voice steady and commanding. He did it so many times in Palaces, being unsure and nervous about their proceedings, but letting red leather on his hands change him into what his team needed. There was no leather, here, but he would let the heat between them change him into what Goro needed.]
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Date: 2023-08-28 03:08 pm (UTC)Nothing makes much sense anymore. Other than that he needs release. Well, Akira had promised to fuck him silly. Quivering, he mouths the words silently in the air before finding his voice again.]
I need you to touch me, you piece of shit. [Despite the hostility of the words they're spoken in a quiet voice, almost like a secret that's being whispered into the dark.]
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Date: 2023-08-28 03:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2023-08-28 04:40 pm (UTC)I'll fucking -ahh. I'll gouge your eyes out.[When in doubt rely on the death threats, although he's really lacking the vitriol -- voice ripping out from his chest like a wounded growl.
He keeps bucking his hips up, pace fast and unsteady. Anything to feel more.
At least until it just becomes too much. With his thighs tensing up he feels as his muscles spam around Akira. But he just has to cheat. So, without asking permission he suddenly bounces up from the mattress, just enough to grab Akira from behind back of his neck to pull him down with him into a rough and bruising kiss. Then, and only then he allows himself to drop and reach the climax.
The toe curling sensation rocks his whole body, burning him and making him taut like a wire as the cum shoots off in a hot ribbons. Only when he feels completely empty does his body go lax.]
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Date: 2023-08-28 05:35 pm (UTC)[But he doesn't, and he doesn't expect Goro to use momentum to bounce up off the bed and grab him, either. He goes easily, shifting his wrist and pumping his hand over Goro faster still, until he's splattering spend between their bodies, huddled close together. Akira doesn't fully realize how close he is until he feels that, until pain blooms behind his eyes at the bruising nature of Goro's kiss, and he releases a shattered cry into their mouths as his hips drive home a final time.]
[He's shaking horribly when he's through, shivering as if cold, but he's the exact opposite. His breath comes in gasping lungfulls, forehead pressed to Goro's and eyes screwed shut, and he doesn't realize he's repeating Goro's name in a fractured whisper.]
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Date: 2023-08-28 06:47 pm (UTC)The cry passing from Akira's lips to Goro's, along with feeling the body shiver and shake above him only prolongs his own orgasm. He wraps himself around Akira and holds him close, sharing the same breath as they both seem to ride the wave together. He only realizes that Akira came inside of him when it's over and.. oh. It feels weird. Only a little gross.
It takes a good moment for reality to catch up on him. And meanwhile waiting for that to happen Goro idly combs through Akira's hair with his fingers, trying to catch a breath.]
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