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[Akira really wonders about himself sometimes, because the commanding tone and the way Goro mercilessly keeps eye contact while riding him like a fucking wild mustang almost makes him lose it right there. He reaches down under Goro the second time he raises up, the gesture abrupt and uncoordinated, and grasps the base of his own dick pretty hard, his expression twisted and blissed out, but desperate to obey Goro's command.]

[How's that to look at, Goro? The esteemed leader of the Phantom Thieves, absolutely coming undone and at your mercy as he's ridden like a pony. His toes curl into the sheets and he pulls on them with his free hand, his body practically vibrating with how hard he's breathing.] Goro-- fuck--

[How does it look? The sight of Akira turning into nothing but an incoherent mess, losing his mind while trying to keep his body together only fuels Goro's own drive and the thirst for more. More control, more power, more of his dick. The way he vibrates under him only adds more to his pleasure. He shifts his hips when lowers himself down with a force, making sure that the dick hits right on the sensitive bundle of nerves within him.]

Nghaa-- [An involuntary growl leaves from him as the wave of pleasure washes over him, causing a few droplets of precum leaks from his own cock that's standing red and proud against his stomach. He stops his movement briefly, fully enjoying the warm heat pooling inside him. ]

Ah. Good boy, Akira. [His voice is low, rumbling down from his gut. He gives his lips another lick and continues rocking his hips.] All you need to lie there and stay hard. Let me take everything out of you.

[His hips jerk involuntarily against Goro and his own hand, and Akira just makes a helpless mewl of sound, entirely lost in the sauce.] That's-- four...? [He is going to die being ridden like a horse, and he will die a happy boy.] I'm gonna die, Goro. [Dramatic.]

Is it? [He shows Akira a wolfish grin, the crown of his teeth peeking behind his lip. Leaning back he raises himself off him, the cock slowly dragging along his walls before slipping out with a quiet wet 'pop' sound] I counted three. [Lies. It definitely was four. Then, with a one quick thrust he slams down back on him with one go.]

[The sound Akira makes is easily a sob, even if he's not crying. He's shaking all over now, gripping his dick like his life depends on it, even as it jerks and drips through Goro's abuse.] Fine, then that was-- O-one more, fuck, please. [Oh he might actually be tearing up.]

Uhhuh. [Goro's own chest is raising up hard and fast as he's not even bothering to keep his breathing under control. He can feel the sweat prickling on his neck and making the bra straps dig uncomfortably on his hot skin. Strangely enough, the lingerie brings a whole new sensation of arousal to him. But even that is nothing compared to the effect that hearing Akira's begging has on him. The nearly tearful plead goes straight to his dick, which jumps in interest.

Instead of raising his hips, this time Goro gives them a quick roll -- seeking more of pressure against his prostate.] Say that again, Akira. Then I'll let you come.

[He has to pant for a moment like a dog, trying to catch his breath when it's long gone from him. His eyes glass over and he makes and holds eye contact with Goro, even if he looks lightyears away.] Goro, please.

[Good job on keeping the eye contact, Akira. Imagine! What if Goro would make good use of his threat and stop here, leaving him alone when he's on dangling so dangerously on the edge, grasping on his last lifeline. Fortunately for both of them, Goro is just as needy and desperate for release.

He gives Akira one last tight squeeze, clenching his walls around the dick.] You're so good like this. Needy and desperate, like a real slut-- ah, but alright. One last time, okay? [Then, he rocks hips forward, lifts himself up and drives them both home for the one last time.]

[He shouts, rolling up into Goro's hips, but keeps his hand where it is, still just gasping, feet scrabbling against the sheets.] Fuck-- your fucking slut, I-- [His voice cracks and he squeezes his eyes closed, and actual legitimate tears streak their way down his cheeks into the hair at his temples. His voice is higher than normal, stretched thin as his spine bows up off the mattress.] Tell me I can, Goro--

[Holy orgasm denial kink, Batman.]

[Oh uh. That actually makes him drop the act, even if for a second. The grin on his lips dims, lips parting in a small 'o' shape. Something about that statement --your slut, slithers into his core, waking up something soft and fragile. Good thing that Akira's eyes are closed. Giving him a little privacy. But he picks up the character back up just as quickly as he had lost it.

He huffs air out and bends forward, folding over Akira's body to press a kiss on lower lip.] Yeah. Come inside me already.

[His hand drops away from his vice grip on his dick, and with it the floodgates open. His hips buck upward, three times, and he wails a shattered cry that sounds like it hurts his throat, tangling his hands and feet both into the sheets. The bonus for Goro alone is the absolute candy coating his insides get, generous ropes that just seem to keep going.]

[Akira drops flat against the mattress after a while, his mouth open and eyes screwed shut, but his hips jolt another few times as the aftershocks of orgasm leave him frayed and overstimulated. His eyes open briefly, and another tattered little sob of sound escapes him, leading him to bring his hands up to cover his face. He's lost absolute control of his everything, shaking and absolutely crying, but it's a good cry somehow?? He has no idea what's happening, but he babbles quiet nonsense into his palms.]

[Holy fucking hell, Akira. Goro's pretty sure that he's not really thinking anything and just moving on pure instinct, but still, somehow, he manages to land those upward thrusts right into his prostate. That along with the explosion of cum inside his ass is enough to make his back curl up into a ball so that he's resting his forehead against Akira's collarbone, eyes closed shut as he whimpers. His entirely body is tight and tensed up like violin's string.

Oh, oh. He's so close, fuck Akira.

But it all stops before he's able to push through the climax, leaving him on the edge. Gasping out loud, he lets out the air he didn't know he was holding in. When the sobbing reaches his ears Goro perks up and looks up at Akira's messy face, his own expression softening. Straightening his back again, he reaches out to touch Akira's face, fingers carefully tracing his cheek.]

Shh, it's okay, Akira. I got you.

[He's just kind of Reacting? He's a little confused by it, himself, so when Goro gets all soft at him and tells him it's okay, he moves his hands and just frowns, his breath hitching in confusion as he looks at him.] Mmngh, [An intelligent offering, and he smears his hands across his eyes.] Fuck, sorry-- this. Is actually kind of funny, nut so good I cried. [He laughs into his hands and the sound cracks apart into another series of overwhelmed hitches, but after a moment he gets a handle on his breathing. Smearing his hands over his face again, he looks up and locks eyes with Goro, still a little fuzzy, but searches his expression.]

Do you want me to move? You haven't cum yet.

[Goro frowns down at him for a moment, but then, slowly, the corners of his lips tug into a slender grin. He fully had though that Akira had crashed again and was going through another episode of PCT. But he's alright. They're alright.]

Seems like I found your weakness. [Thumb caressing Akira's cheek moves to wipe out the tears from his eyes. Goro presses another kiss on Akira's jawline and then lays down on top of him, head nuzzling to crook of his neck.] It's fine. I don't have to.

[He says despite his neglected cock screaming for attention.]

[Goro is being so soft right now Akira has to question for a moment if he actually came so hard he died. That's absolutely a possibility, right? That can happen?? He rumbles softly and follows when he nuzzles into the crook of his neck, kissing along his hairline.] Can I touch you now, at least? [Bitch he is going to make you cum, don't even try.]

Mmm. [He hums against Akira's skin and closes his eyes. It'd be lying to say that part of this isn't because he doubts the other's ability to continue, considering how hard his orgasm had hit him just now.] Can you unhook my bra? I want it off.

[Never doubt the sexual function of Akira Kurusu, Goro. Never. He skims his hands up Goro's sides and finds the clasp of the bra, unhooking it with startling ease. His hands then continue, skimming upward and inward, slowly loosing the bra from Goro's shoulders and letting it dangle down off. Akira exhales, realizing that if his dick wasn't literally dried up like a salted slug right now, it would absolutely be attempting to get hard again, just from that.] ...you're beautiful, Goro.

[Cold shivers runs along his spine when Akira's hands return to him after being absent so long. His lips curl up into a playful smile when the clever fingers undoes the his bra in such used manner. He almost makes a playful comment about the all potential underwear and bras he's taken off before, but decides against it. Somehow it seems like it wouldn't be suited here, not when he feel Akira's love and adoration in the way he slips the straps past over his shoulders, as if he was something to be protected.]

...And you're mine.

Always, [Without missing a beat.]

[He skims his hands along Goro's shoulders for a while, just feeling his skin and basking in the full-body relaxation of busting a really good nut, but soon enough he rumbles curiously.] Sit up.

[Goro stays quiet, allowing that confirmation to sink as is heartbeat calms down from the racing speed it had been beating just a moment ago. There's now a whole different kind of warmth spreading over him. It's not intense lustful desire, but something more tender yet strong. While his erection continues to be trapped between their bodies, still interested and eager, Goro feels like he could be content just staying like this.

Ah, but before he has chance to lull into this softness Akira brings the attention back to their unfinished business. With a heavy sigh, Goro slowly sits up, a small wince leaving from him when he feels his weight back on the cock, pushing it deeper in.] And?

[Akira grimaces slightly, having somehow managed to completely forget he was still literally balls deep in Goro and having him sit up would remind them both of that. Being trapped inside a person after having gone soft is a whole new set of sensations he doesn't think either of them wanted.]

[But anyway.]

[He sits up with him, smoothing his hands down the outsides of his thighs and to the swell of his ass, just rubbing in a way that isn't inherently sexual, just contact, and smiles, putting their lips together gently.] I want you to finish.

[Yeah, soft dick is not the best feeling for sure. But still Goro doesn't make any attempts to move, not wanting to let go of Akira just yet. He picks up the stray bra from between them and tosses the undergarment to the floor with the rest. Closing his eyes, Goro leans in to brush his lips against Akira's, nuzzling their noses together in process.]

What did you have in your mind, lover boy?

[His hands skim inward, resting his palms against the jut of Goro's hips.] Much as I want to feel you cum while I'm still inside you, I definitely think we need to rearrange. [And he's well aware he made a hell of a mess inside the boy sitting atop him. His hands scoop backward again, and he rocks forward at the same time that he hefts Goro just slightly, scooting toward the edge of the mattress.] 'm gonna pick you up, okay?

[One of these days Goro is definitely going to let Akira experience the sensation of being pumped full of cum. Funnily enough, it's something that Goro's actually grown to like it more or less, despite finding it somewhat gross at first. Guess he's just as perverted as Akira is.

Goro pulls away from the kiss just enough to look at Akira's face, one brow dubiously quirking up. Then he huffs and wraps his arms and legs around him, preparing to be lifted.] Clearly we need to do this more often, then. You're out of shape.

I haven't even lifted you yet, don't tell me I'm out of shape! [He scoops him right off the bed, thank you, but carefully keeps him at an angle that doesn't quite separate them. This results in a bit of awkward waddling to get them to the bathroom, but it's for good reason.] This is gonna feel really awful, I just know it. [And sure enough, when he pulls his hips back as he sets Goro down on the lip of the tub-- yeah, that's an awful schlorping sensation and Goro probably proceeds to not-quite-shit semen into the tub, but such is why Akira brought them here to establish this wildly unsexy aspect of sexytimes, so he can reestablish sexytimes in due time.] Eugh, yep, that will never get less awful.

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