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Mmm.. [Goro hums, reaching out to touch Akira's wrist with his hand. The cold fingers curls inside the sleeve of his shirt, seeking the warmth skin.]

You're such a diplomat.

[He surreptitiously encourages the motion by shifting his hand closer, pushing Goro's fingers further into his sleeve.]

I never was much for politics.

I'm glad you weren't. [He admits, the tip of fingers locate Akira's pulse. It's really not such a shocking confession or anything, considering his own past relationship with politics. Goro, himself, would rather burn it all down than to look for a neutral solution or whatsoever.]

Besides, [He turns his head to look up at Akira's eyes,] A Phantom Thief is much more romantic.

[His hum drops lower in his chest at Goro's touch to his pulse point-- something about it is starkly intimate. When Goro looks up and their eyes meet, he folds forward into his own lap to kiss him, upside-down.]

--Nnnhh, [Goro mumbles a surprised sound. What is this half-ass spiderman kiss? He tries to answer to kiss, but seeing how awkward their position is making the whole thing, he gives up rather soon. Curling his back Goro withdraws from Akira's lap and then scuffles back on his feet. The cold hands reaches down to rest on the back of Akira's neck, pulling the other's body closer to his as he places both of his legs on each side if Akira's knees.]

How come you're always so warm.

[Akira makes a vague sound of protest as he's dragged sideways, but the position they wind up in is quite certainly Fine, so he just lets his hands find and rest on Goro's thighs.] Human space heater.

Yet I could swear seeing you getting cold at Tokyo.

[The memory of Akira standing in the Kichijoji near the Penguin Sniper and trying to warm up his cold fingers is living rent free in Goro's head. Just like many other subtle mannerisms that his boyfriend was prone. Somehow, he had expected him to be the same as him, weak against cold. But once they had began to share touches and get to know each other's body in an intimate manner he had learned just how wrong he had been.

Not that he's complaining. It's admittedly nice to have someone warm as Akira next to him. A person who turn to when the coldness of his own mind and body are too much.

Goro presses Akira's face further against this clothed abdomen, hugging him like a pillow.]

[He laughs softly, burrowing against Goro's middle and curling his arms forward to hold him tighter.] That was different.

[The fingers curls around Akira's messy locks, gently pulling his hair to give him a small sting on the scalp.]

How so? Don't tell me you're carrying heated pads in your pocket.

That'd be convenient, wouldn't it...,

[He angles himself to set his chin against Goro's body, looking up at him with a lazy smile.] Hi.

[Goro settles on giving Akira a sly smile. Fine, keep your secrets and so on.

When he turns to look up at him, Goro retracts his left hand from Akira's hair, bringing it to cups his face. A curious thumb moves along his cheek, sliding along the smooth skin to the corner of his mouth.]

What are you thinking?

[He just hums a moment, closing his eyes.] It's pretty quiet right here.

Yes, I believe everyone is still at the shooting range. [it is a little amazing how none of the ruckus from there reaches the safe haven that they've found themselves in. There's is only quiet sound of a bird singing in the distance and soft murmur of the spring. ]

It's not a bad spot.

[Akira draws his arms up around Goro and squeezes him, briefly, rubbing his face into his stomach like a cat.] 's nice, to be here with just you. [He is trying to prevent impure thoughts.]

[Oh, Goro can tell what you're thinking. Or trying not to think. His hand slides from cradling Akira's cheek to his chin, fingers mapping around the shape of his jawline as he tries to keep their eye contact.]

I can tell that.

[He rumbles another hummed sound, one Goro would feel more than hear, and blinks slowly like a cat.] What are you thinking...?

[There is one of his signature smug grins on Goro's lips as he continues feeling Akira's skin with his fingertips.]

You. [Simple as that. Akira has his full, intense focus right now. The red eyes look down at the grey ones, studying the depth of them, paying attention to any subtle changes in his demeanor, from the heartbeat to tone of his breathing.]

[Immediately, Goro will see the way his pupils expand. He pulls his lower lip into his mouth briefly, then rubs it against his upper, and lets heat creep into his skin with an oddly shy smile.] Yeah? Tell me more.

Uhhuh. [There's a low hum from him, clearly appreciating the sight. The hand in his hair curls tighter around the dark curls and pulls him back, craning his neck dramatically backwards to expose his throat.]

Are you sure? I'm more fan of an actual demonstration.

[Akira exhales when Goro pulls his hair, and his skin stains a darker flush when he's pulled back. His throat bobs when he swallows, and he grins crookedly.] Yeah? I didn't say you had to use words.

[Goro bites down at his lower lip and keeps pulling with his hair, forcing Akira to bend his back backwards. It's nothing too drastic and there shouldn't be discomfort. Yet anyways.

Moving forward himself, Goro looms over Akira. He really prefers this position to their previous one, but what's new? Nothing quite like a little violent dominance to get Goro Akechi going on. He does remember how Akira had looked with the gun in his hand.

... though, Akira had reacted very differently.]

Are you certain. [bruh, you just had a panic attack.]

[His breath shakes, but the flush to his skin only travels and darkens, his pupils blown wide as he smiles at Goro through his lashes. Shifting, his arms circle Goro's shoulders, around the back of his neck, and he picks up his legs one at a time to set them over Goro's thighs.]

I want you to give me something else to think about, Goro.

[--Oh. It's good that despite his rather lean built Goro is fit enough, having enough strength both in his back and legs that he can support the sudden weight placed on him with Akira clinging on him like a koala. He lets go of Akira's hair and wraps both of his arms around him, bringing their bodies tight together.

There is a small pang of guilt nagging in the back of his mind, reminding him just who's fault the whole thing was and-- oh. Yes, something else to think about does sound like a good plan. And well. If Akira's certain

After a brief of hesitation, Goro pushes forward, making them both fall of the rock Akira had been sitting and land on the pile of leaves on the ground. He doesn't give the other much time to adjust before latching his teeth on the tender skin on his throat, sucking and biting.]

[Akira sucks at processing his traumas, and he's aware of that. He'd much rather move on from them and replace the thoughts with something warmer, something--]

[The leaves crunch softly under their weight and he laughs, instantly laying sprawled and prone for Goro to assault his skin however he sees fit. He rumbles a sound that is oddly like a purr, rocking his hips back and forth until his positioning allows him to raise one leg between Goro's, rubbing gently with the crest of his knee.]

[Goro is, for all intents and purposes, aiming to leave a visible mark on Akira's skin. Right below his ear, making hiding it a bit more difficult task. While he knows that his partner absolutely wouldn't mind, but Goro always gets a small second-hand embarrassment from leaving lovebites and other bruises. After all, it shouldn't take a much from spectators to count two plus two is four and realize the culprit behind the hickey.

But right now, Goro doesn't care to think that far in the future. Now, he just wants to feel Akira struggle beneath him as he assaults his skin. And since he's the one who's on top, he gets to set up the pace for them. And of course he's going to choose, rough and fast.

The knee brushing against his thigh earns a quiet and surprised whine from him, sending shivers down his spine.]

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