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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....

[Akira just exhales softly against him, continuing to probe with his tongue-- it's not like he can really explain what he's doing, with it where it is. So he just presses forward with it, searching, until-- there. He finds his prostate, reaching both hands to the jut of his hips and pulling him backward a little farther so he can reach it better, and lathes his tongue against it incessantly.]

[This... honestly is one of the strangest sensation he's felt in god knows in how long. With Akira showing no signs of backing down Goro's left helpless. All he can do is clasp one hand over his mouth and and try to get used to this new kind of warmth. Goro tries to clench around the boneless muscle but each time it keeps slipping away and pushing through.

Then, Akira hits the jackpot so to speak. The press of the tongue lacks the firmness of a finger but it gets the job done nonetheless. Goro almost screams at the contact, back curled into a ball.]

A-Akira! [He gasps, gritting his teeth together. Letting go of Akira's dick his hand shoots out to his side, trying to grasp onto something. But with the lack of sheets or anything like that leaves him grip on the fabric of Akira's jeans. His entire body is shaking, cock fully hard and weeping in a record of time.]

A-Akira. I- I can't... I can't do you if you keep this up--!

[Akira rubs soothing circles into Goro's hips, humming into him and keeping right at it. Come on baby boy, let him experience a new angle of attack from you.]

[It's really a good thing that he's down on his knees already, because otherwise he'd just straight up collapse. Goro's entire body is shaking and spasming out of control above Akira.

There's already tears pushing through his closed lids. And no matter how hard he tries to stifle his sounds, a both highpitched mewls and deep grunts escape from his lips.

It's like he's going through a bliss and hell. There's no denying that in all of absurdity it feels good, building him right up and lighting that fire deep inside his abdomen. But at the same time it's just not enough, keeping him at the bay, never allowing that fire to go fully ablaze and reach the full climax -- no matter how much he tries to backdown on Akira, coaxing the tongue deeper.]

[They've been doing this long enough by now that Akira knows Goro's tells. The sounds, the way he keeps shifting-- he's close, but he can't quite crest the wave as is. He hums again, and Goro gets a brief moment of levity when he withdraws his tongue, kissing the inside of one cheek on his way out.] I want you to come, Goro. We can worry about the rest later.

[And then, before Goro can respond or even really catch his breath, he dives back in, but this time he adds the final ingredient he hopes will get Goro his climax. His hand snakes forward, finding Goro's weeping dick standing hard and neglected against his abdomen, and in time with rubbing his tongue against his prostate, starts to stroke.]

[There's something almost mortifying about how close to the climax he is being brought by just getting his ass licked. When given a brief break he's a sobbing mess trying to catch his breath. But it seems like Akira has completely different plans on his mind and continues his assault almost right away.

And yeah, sure enough. Akira's dick has gone neglected ever since he decided to take a step into unknown waters and start his exploration. And when the hand wraps around Goro's own erection he knows that's it. He won't stand a chance against this fire.

He keeps breathing hard, whimpering and shaking his lower body -- not quite sure how to be.]

Akira. [He whines, voice bashful and small. Clearly embarrassed about what he's going to say next] Please.. Can.. Can you swirl it around more. I want you to touch me everywhere.

[He smiles, face embedded between Goro's cheeks, and hums approvingly. He has absolutely no qualms about his dick going untouched for the time being, even if at Goro's shy request it jolts in interest. His tongue continues its assault on his prostate another two cycles before he angles his head, delving deeper. Trusting the hand on Goro's dick to keep him mostly still, he moves the hand gripping his hip, slowly trailing his fingertips under him, cupping his balls. It gives Goro attention from every possible angle, and also gives him an even better awareness of how close he is. His fingers trail backward, slowly stroking the small stretch of skin between his balls and his ass, as if coaxing.]

Ha-- [With a sharp and audible inhale Goro tightens his grip on Akira's pant, fingers burying right into fabric. Good thing that jeans are rather thick material, otherwise he'd be leaving a nasty bruise on his leg.

It's almost too much for him. The fire within him has finally be let free, burning harsh and passionately through his body. But this is what he had asked. His dick and balls feels so tight and he can't now stop from tensing his muscles, toes curling. He again tries to clench but the tongue slips away, mercilessly rubbing around his walls. And then... there is the familiar wave rising, ready to hit the fire and bring the relief.

Goro opens his mouth to give Akira a warning, but instead of words he lets out a deep groan. For a quickest moment he sees nothing but white as he finally reaches the climax, coming hard on Akira's hands, staining them and the front of his shirt.]

[No warning necessary, babycakes, he could feel the wave coming and he's ready to ride it out. Somewhat literally, given the way Goro's body pulses with his orgasm causes Akira to follow its rhythm on all fronts. His tongue rubs his walls, steering clear of his prostate to avoid overstimulation, his fingers stroke the underside of his balls, and his hand continues to stroke as he spills. Only when he's through does Akira withdraw, pressing a kiss and then a bite to one of his cheeks and letting his hand at the underside of him travel back to his hip, which he massages soothingly.] Mmmn, good?

[Goro cries out in a deep staccato through the entirety of his release. It's intense, like always, but still somehow more intimate than his previous ones. The touch of tongue does manage to prolong the longevity of the orgasm all while the hands milk him empty. It's so overwhelming that Goro feels like he's about to cry.

And once he's done, he collapses on top of Akira, boneless and exhausted. The nip on his sensitive flesh earns a sob from him. Then, clumsily he tries to pull himself away from Akira and flop on the ground to lie next to him.]

[Knowing Goro sometimes needs space, even pretty immediately after these sorts of things, Akira reaches out to grab hold of him and help deposit him to lay prone beside him, then recoiling all but one hand (the clean one, thanks), which he uses to stroke through Goro's hair.] Hey.

[There's a few pearls running along the back of his neck as Goro keeps trying to even out his breathing. The ground feels cool and nice against his body, a straight contrast to Akira's heat.

He doesn't reject Akira when he moves closer and touches his hair. But he still avoids making an eye contact with the other, feeling how the embarrassment flushes over his face and colors it with dusty pink.]

..Hm. [Yeah. That's the only reply you get from him now.]

Sorry, kind of spontaneous. [He rolls onto his side, mindful of his own erection standing like a flag, and pointedly bends one knee to angle it out of sight. His focus is wholly and entirely on Goro, at present.]

...Yeah. [He nods quietly, bringing his own hand against his forehead as if to try shield his face from Akira. Then he falls quiet again, unsure how to form his words. He might be coming down from the high, but he hasn't crashed hard enough yet to be locked away in his own mind yet.]

I didn't.. hate it. Quite the opposite, actually. However, [He swallows, cheeks burning bright] let's not do it again.

[Suddenly self-conscious, Akira nods, his face also staining pink.] 'Kay. Sorry, I should've asked.

That's not the problem. I did like it. [Perhaps a bit too much, even. He's gotten so used to sex at this point that Akira playing with his ass didn't subdue him like that and leave him a sobbing mess. The issue lies with the rational part of his brain -- making him feel embarrassed the moment he stops thinking about what had happened.]

I do like it when you do things like that, surprise me and push me into new heights. That's not the issue here.. It's just me.

[Akira frowns, thoughtful, and shakes his head, using his hand in Goro's hair to press his face so he looks at him.] The issue is never you. Not to me.

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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

wrong kind of bread lol

but cakes nonethless!!

i couldn't not use this icon

just dont start blowing rasberries.

LOL easiest way to kill a boner

but somehow I can't put that past akira

shitpost gonna shitpost

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