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[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.

[Goro in turn bites down on his lower lip, refusing to look at Akira's eyes for a while. He can tell that if he continues this path it will derail them for good, ruining their intentions. So, with a sigh he rolls to sit up, and eyes at Akira's half-clothed state.]

I want you to undress.

[Akira watches him, not quite frowning, but there's a slant to his features that makes it a near thing.] ...Goro. [He sits up with him, sliding his hand along his arm to reach his elbow.] I-- will, but. Talk to me a second.

[Goro himself was just about to unbutton his own shirt. It was rather awkward to chill here with only his ass bare and wet. But he stops when Akira reaches for his elbow, coaxing him to raise his gaze to meet the grey eyes.]

About what?

[He opens his mouth, stops, closes it again and drops his gaze. "About what?" in this situation was as good as a "Leave it alone, Akira", and it makes his skin crawl.] ...mmn, nothing, I guess.

[Scooting back, he takes a moment to school his expression and posture before shedding his shirt.]

[Yeah, Goro notices the slight change in Akira's posture. It stings just as much him as it does the other, making Goro bite on the inside of his cheek for a bit. But since Akira seems to agree to drop the subject for now. Good. If Akira gets to go without addressing his trauma triggered by a gunshot, Goro gets to go without addressing his own self-loath.

He goes back to undressing himself, unbuttoning his shirt and kicking off his pants along with his shoes. Then, with shirt hanging loosely on his frame he scoots closer to Akira, pushing him back so that he can climb on his lap.]

Did you still have the lotion?

[This is why they both crash and burn and why Akira keeps having Fucking Meltdowns, but it's. Fine,]

[He supplies the sachet of lotion wordlessly.]

[They're both so inherently bad at this. Goro accepts the lotion and squirts some of to his fingers, reaching down to between their legs to grab Akira's cock. With slow and careful movements he begins to rub the member, sliding his hand up and down.]

Do you want to lie down while I ride you?

[He can't help the reaction he has to the contact, but he's glad for it, anyway. It's a distraction.]

[Which, he'd been the one to ask Goro to distract him in the first place, hadn't he?]

[His body curls forward toward Goro and he makes a startled, wanton little sound, his dick absolutely taking precedence for having been neglected for a while there. He reaches out and grasps Goro's shoulder, gasping as he processes the question, rocking his hips into Goro's hand with an uncertain nod.]

[He forgets to actually lay back down, though.]

[Seeing Akira to react positively to his hand motions brings a smirk on Goro's lips. Good, this is good. Hopefully, they'll be able to move past the hiccup they just had and focus on what came here to do.

He keeps pumping Akira's dick, making sure to give the head a rub with his thumb, moving his body along. Rocking together in the same rhythm. It's fine if Akira doesn't want to lie down. He can ride him fine just like this.]

Are you ready? [With a whisper Goro lifts himself up so that he can guide Akira's cock in his hand right underneath his hole. It's.. admittedly going to be a bit of a tight fit. After all there's only so much that a tongue and single finger stretch him.]

[Akira makes a sound best described as a mewl, absolutely quivering now that he's back to getting sexual attention. It clears his mind to a blank state, which-- is probably good, for Goro's aim to ignore the emotions they threatened to delve into. He squeezes Goro's shoulder, warbling.] S-should, do you-- won't it hurt,

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

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