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Nnnh.. [Goro moans softly behind closed lips. This time he can feel the shivers running down his spine, reaching all the way to his stomach where the familiar hot feeling is starting to pool. He, too, is getting fully hard and it's getting almost uncomfortable in his tight panties.

Goro looks silently at Akira, red eyes surrounded by dusty pink flush that reaches to his ears. He takes deep breath through his nose, bats his eyes closed and rocks his body forward. ]

[Akira had forgotten for a moment that Goro was likely wearing something sultry on his lower half, too. When he rocks forward, Akira's hands find his hips and he rocks back, nothing but the towel keeping him from being fully exposed. His hands climb upward and hook into the waist of Goro's sweats, and he can't quite keep his hips still.]

S'm'thing under here, too? [The question is breathless, dropped deep in his chest.]

[Once the fingers finally leave from his chest Goro releases the breath he's been holding, along with a whiny moan. Fuck, he's not only hard but also feeling his hole to clench around nothing as Akira's cock keeps rocking against it. ]

Shit. [He groans. The thought of just rutting against Akira until they're both on the brink of climax is so tempting. But good things come to those with patience, as they say. Goro opens his eyes and looks down at Akira with hooded eyes.]

Do you dare to find out?

[Listen, Akira's dick is probably already leaking against the towel, he's impossibly hard and into this. He swallows, meeting Goro's eyes and nodding, pulling down on the band of his pants.] Lift up, beautiful.

[They're such pathetic losers, aren't they. Goro nods slowly and does as he's told, lifting his hips so that he isn't leaning his weight on Akira anymore. The band of lacy garter belt is already peeking underneath the sweats.]

[He gasps at the revealed lace, and slowly pulls his sweats down as far as he can get them while he's still on his knees.] Fuck, I am learning so many things about you and me both right now. You're so hot.

[The pants don't go too far down, but enough to reveal the more detailed lower part of the undergarment. The silky white fabric covers his sides, leaving the central part with semi-see through lace. On top if there's decorative garter belt, hooked on pair of stockings. Oh, and then there's his very obvious hard-on, pressing against the front of the underwear.]

Is that something you're learning just now? Should I be offended.

[He makes another wordless sound, this one guttural and terribly wanton, and he shakes his head, dropping it back against the mattress behind him.] Do not ask me to explain myself right now my single braincell is in the head under the towel, not the one on my shoulders.

Aha, that so? [He huffs out a laughter and sits back, rocking his ass against that mentioned head.]

What should we do about it, then?

[He allows himself to just moan, writhing beneath Goro for a moment and curling his hands into fists around the fabric of Goro's pants.] Depends on-- nnh. If you want me to come on this towel or inside you.

Are you really that close? [As if Goro wasn't aroused beyond the reason himself. He reaches down to grab Akira's wrist, leading the hand up to touch the lace covering his lower abdomen.]

You can still remove one part of clothing. Which will it be?

Not in immediate danger of it but could be easily persuaded, [His tone is clipped, but not in irritation-- he is so ungodly aroused right now. His hand goes where directed, and he takes a moment to focus his attention on the lace, tracing it with his fingers. It really was pretty, even outside of being on Goro. It made his skin look tanned, as starkly white as it was, made shadows on it look darker, made his waist look narrower in comparison to his hips.]

[He licks his lips, biting the lower again.] Will you be annoyed if I ask which you'd prefer?

[The fine hair on the back of his neck stands up when Akira traces after the lacy pattern. He really has to hold himself back from bucking his hips up and directing those fingers to his already weeping cock.]

Maybe I hoped our practice at the casino had given you enough self-restraint. [Goro summons another smug grin to his lips, despite his disheveled state.] This is for you, Akira. So you can't just throw it back at me.

Mmn, and one day you'll get it through your thick skull that I get more out of seeing you happy than you realize. [One hand slips under the band of the pants again and back, this time, grabbing a handful of ass and squeezing.] But I want to see more of what you're hiding, so pants off.

Hah. [He moans, body tensing up when his ass is being grabbed. Yeah, more of that please. He doesn't offer answer to that first bit because ew? We're about to have sex, sir! Let's keep mushy feelings out of it. So, he reaches down to unhook the garter belt's strings off his stockings and then leans forward, hands placed on Akira's heads both sides to make it easier for him to slip the pants off.]

Then do the last part of your job.

[He keeps right on squeezing dat ass until Goro maneuvers so he can rid him of his pants, and the stockings make his own erection under his towel do another interested leap toward the very ass being revealed. Akira groans softly again, dropping his head back flat against the mattress to take a breather.] If I die tonight know I died a very, very happy man.

Hah, so I might finally be able to cross killing you off my bucket list? [He laughs, placing a kiss on his forehead. Lifting his legs he kicks off the unwanted clothing, leaving his bottom completely bare. His own cock hangs heavy between his legs, the tip resting against the towel.]

You did good, Akira. Now you need just to wait, okay?

[Another wordless groan of sound, and he blindly skims his hands down to Goro's thighs, kneading idly.] You did better. Don't kill me, unless you're into fucking dead bodies, in which case I guess I can't blame you.

Don't worry. If I end up taking your life tonight I will give you a proper burial and promise to mourn for your dick at least a week. [The words are spoken to Akira's hairline, lips pressing idle kisses on his forehead. Then, he sits up, hips hovering on top of the other's thighs. His expression shifts a little, to more demanding one as he watches down at Akira.]

Hands off from now on.

[He rumbles a shaky laugh, and follows Goro's eyes as he sits up, obediently moving his hands off his thighs.] Hands off, yes sir.

Don't get cheeky with me. [He clicks his tongue, wrinkling his nose a bit at that nickname. Then he places his hand on Akira's shoulder to attempt push him back down.]

I'm going to ride you. For that I want to just lie back like that and follow my lead. If you can't keep your hands to yourself I will not hesitate tying them up. Understood?

You're definitely the cheekier of the two of us, [He means your ass.]

[His eyes go wide, and his mouth drops open slightly, going decidedly dry. He is actually going to die by the hand of Goro Akechi, isn't he? Or more specifically, the ass of Goro Akechi. His hands splay where they're raised away from him, and then drop out to his sides.] Understood. [His voice definitely cracked a little.]

[Leave it to Akira Kurusu never miss a chance to shit post.

Satisfied with the other's state of submission Goro tilts his head to left, taking a moment to enjoy the sight below him, like a hawk (or crow) at its prey. Yeah, he thinks he really likes this look on Akira as well. Such a stark contrast to the determined and magnificent phantom thief, but still somehow all the same. He briefly reaches down to caress Akira's cheek, thumb tracing the shape of his bottom lip.]

Good boy. [He coos softly. But just then the moment is over and he turns to left, hands going for the drawer at the nightstand where he knows Akira keeps the lube. After receiving the half empty tube he uncorks it and begins to squeeze the transparent liquid over this fingers.]

I had originally planned to suck you while preparing myself. But considering your current state I think it might be a little too much. [Once his fingers are coated in the liquid he spreads his legs further, bringing his hand between them from the behind and begins to rub his own hole with index finger. ]

Or what do you think?

[He's always been a weird midway point between submissive and dominant, really. Porque no los dos, personified. Persona-fied? Anyway, he's happy to be whatever suits the situation best at any given moment, though it's worth saying that Goro is probably the only person who sees him truly submit. He huffs a soft sound at Goro's thumb against his lip, and watches him coat his fingers in lube with glazed interest.]

I am the last person on the planet who will tell you to not test my refractory period, Goro. [Which is to say-- suck him off and ride him anyway, push him into overstimulation, please.]

[He's already about to push his fingers in but stops at that reply. He blinks twice, giving the idea a second thought and withdraws his fingers, for now.]

In that case. Which do you want to see: my face or ass?

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