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[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.]

[Akira absolutely in no way minds having marks. For one, his hair is shaggy enough at this point that it nearly covers where Goro is assaulting, and for two, if anyone does see, not only are they looking pretty closely, but it gives him an excuse to surreptitiously celebrate his sex life.]

[There is basically no one who knows him who doesn't know he and Goro are fucking.]

[He grins at the whine, rocking his leg on his toes so he rubs incessantly at Goro's thigh, humming.] I don't want to remember anything but your name.

[The teeth nip the soft skin, traveling all the way to Akira's Adam's apple. A mean urge to bite on it hard is strong, but Goro decides against it. If he's going to inflict pain on Akira he might as well make sure it's something that other might like. So, instead he flattens his tongue against it, licking a long, wet stripe along his throat.

It doesn't take a long before he runs out visible flesh. So, he pushes himself up on all fours with his hands, keen red eyes looking down at Akira with anticipation.]

Then.. How do you want me?

[Being that he's already worn so thin from his poor reaction earlier, he's glazed and blissed out just from the kissing, body lax and eyelids half-closed as Goro sits up to assess him.] Hmmm..., how do you want me to want you? [Oh he's a little stupid.]

[Goro's own cheeks has already gained some rosy pinkness on them, making his already flushed red lips pop up even more as he keeps eyeing Akira. He shakes his head before leaning his lower body back, seeking for more friction against his thighs.

He truly is an idiot, yes.]

You can't first say that you only want my name in your mind and then throw back the question at me, idiot. [affectionate.]

Seem to already have, [At Goro's seeking, Akira provides more friction easily, starting to roll his hips so the motion of his leg follows a wider area, and it's already a bit of a lewd pantomime.]

[Abruptly, he stills, taking Goro's hips.] But if I have to choose... ride me.

[Following Akira's lead Goro lowers his hips, rutting himself against the body underneath him. For a a brief moment he rocks their bodies together, before he's forced to stop by Akira's hands.

The request isn't necessarily an unpleasant one. Being on top of Akira is his preferred position out of all lewd things they've tried so far. But.. he is a little nervous about their location.

While Aldrip has definitely gotten warmer during this month, and snow has melted for the first part. But as long they'd be done before the sun goes down they ought to be safe. And they are secluded area enough..

And then there's the other matter.

Goro sits on Akira's lap, straddling his thighs properly ]

I do like your dick but not enough to take it raw and dry. Unless you have something to help with that on your person?

[When met with the rocking of Goro's hips, Akira's voice crawls its way up out of his throat unbidden, a soft groan nearly drowned out by the moving water beside them. He gathers himself when Goro stills, though a deep flush has colored most of his visible skin. He grins when questioned, squirming just enough to reach into the coin pocket of his jeans. From it, he produces a slim squeeze-pack of-- it may well be lotion, but it's a suitable lube alternative.] What do you take me for?

[The pupils dilate at the sight of the small pack Akira provide from within his pocket. Then, with a quiet and amused scoff he shakes his head, gripping Akira's jaw with his fingers.]

I take you for shameless, insatiable pervert. Who knows maybe you were planning this all along. [He sneers, rocking his hips in rhythm to match the each punctuation of his word. Trying to coax those wonderful sounds again from him.

With his free hand, Goro begins to unfasten his own belt and undo his trousers.]

Do you want to do the honors?

It never hurts to be prepared, [He mumbles quietly, his jaw mostly held shut by Goro's hand. It certainly doesn't stop him from grinning, all up until Goro's grinding hits him just right and his expression contorts and a clipped moan bubbles up out of him.] Fuck.

[He rolls hips back up into Goro, holding him in place with the hand not presenting the little sachet of lube so he can keep them at the angle that has him squirming and making wanton little sounds. He rumbles at Goro's question, looking up at him through lidded eyes.] If you mean do I want to prep you, if you'll let me, absolutely.

[His breathing is already growing hard and labored. As juvenile it is, Goro can't help but find it enjoyable to rut against the other like this -- fully clothed. Like two inexperienced teenagers in the back of the locker room. However, to him there is something wild and almost animalistic to it. Wanting to devour the other premature, all reason tossed aside and listen to their instincts alone.

Goro gives his lips a quick lick as he looks down at Akira, like a prey. It's almost a shame that he won't be able to see his expression.]

Alright. [With a quick nod he lets go off Akira's jaw and pries himself free from the others hands. He lifts himself up just so that he can change his position, deciding to turn around so that he's facing Akira's groin himself.]

[Oh boy a face full of booty. If Goro is paying attention to where he's directed himself, he may well notice the way the tent in the front of his pants swells noticeably at said presented ass.]

[And he isn't quite sure what makes him to it, it's not like he's never thought about it before, but maybe the proximity and the situation is just specific enough that his brain hardwires to the idea-- he reaches out, grabbing Goro's hips and dragging him backward until he's sitting just about on his clavicle, and then uses one hand to gently press him forward.] Lean forward for me. [From Goro's perspective, this may well still be perfectly normal.]

[It sure is a big peach that's presented on Akira's face. Rejoice!

And yeah, there's no way he had missed the bulge pushing up from the inside Akira's jeans. It had been in his plan to take care of him while the other one was busy readying him. They needed to get Akira's cock slick and hard somehow right?

Awkwardly, he pushes his half-undone trousers down to his thighs along with his boxers, shivering a little when the cold air brushes his sensitive skin. But once he's exposed he allows Akira to maneuver him, pull and place in the position he find the easiest to work with. In return, Goro lowers his front body and places his elbows on the ground on each side of the other's hips.

Then, once they've both settled down he clumsily reaches out to pop the button on Akira's jeans open, working to release his cock.]

Is this acceptable?

[Akira jolts when Goro goes for his jeans, but he can't quite be surprised, this is Goro, after all. He rumbles an affirmative hum, tearing the sachet of lube open with his teeth. And initially, it goes generally as "planned"-- he slicks up a finger, careful to not waste any of the packet's slippery contents, and slides his finger along the clef of Goro's ass until he reaches his hole. He presses in near-immediately, but slowly, and draws back before pressing in a few times, just to allow him the chance to adjust to the intrusion.] Okay? [His voice is low, quiet and dropped deep into his diaphragm, as this sorts of situations tend to induce in him.]

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[In a way it would be tempting to just suffocate Akira with his ass. Lie back and let the other do the work. But it would also mean that he'd surrender the control completely while allowing him to have access to his body. So, this is much preferable. A battle of sorts, to see who does prep the other better.]

Mmmhhh.. [Goro closes his eyes and sighs softly when he feels the finger run down along his ass. The teasing stimulation already sends quiet sparks in his body -- making his muscles tense a little.]

Yes. [He moans in affirmation. Peeking underneath his lashes he goes back into work, finally freeing Akira's dick from its confides. Leaning closer, he breathes hot air against the tip before pressing the tongue flat-sided on the flesh.]

[Akira makes a sudden choked sound that melts into a startled groan, pointedly curling his finger and rubbing along Goro's walls until he finds the bundle of nerves that designates his prostate, stroking it gently. He then proceeds to stay there, gauging its distance for a moment by watching his finger, and squeezes Goro's ass with his other hand.]

Tell me if you hate this, [He offers blithely, slowly extracting his finger and then proceeding to crane his neck forward and replace it with his tongue. He licks a wide stripe up before going straight for it, pressing his tongue inside tentatively.]

[On his own end Goro is swirling his tongue around the head of Akira's cock, lapping on the tip while massaging the base of shaft with his fingers. He's sure taking his own sweet time with the process. After all, it'd be shame if he riled his partner up too fast, like the last time Goro was supposed to ride him.

The finger moves with such ease inside him, exploring the walls like an experienced travel -- knowing exactly where to find what it finds. The press on his prostate makes him tense up, clenching around the digit. But it only takes on deep breath from Goro to relax again. He's already used to this.

Which is why Akira's remark sounds strange to his ears.. They both know that Goro prefers being filled so why?

But, instead of second pair of fingers he's met with something much softer and slimier. The contact makes his eyes shot wide open and jump from the surprise.]

W-what are you-- Ah! [His voice comes out high-pitched and shaky, interrupted by a suffocated gasp when Akira continues to lick him, trying to push his tongue inside.] Akira....

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i do not have an ass-eating icon so i will ruin coffee like i've ruined bread

But wouldn't bread work. Since he's about to go down on some buns