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[Once Akira leans his head forward Goro immediately shoots his arms out and wraps them around his shoulders, bringing their bodies closer.]

No, you are going to. [He groans a command into Akira's hair, nails scraping the skin on his back. He takes a deep breath and slowly begins to rock his hips back and forth. It still feels a quite lot, making his movements rather awkward.]

We haven't started yet.

[Akira makes a sound not unlike a sob, but it's clearly just lost in the arousal of the situation, and his arms snake upward to mirror Goro's hold. He's shaking, breathing like a man drowned, and mouths idly against Goro's collarbone.]

Let-- can I, m-move, Goro, I need to move, [Goro you might want to knock him over so you can actually ride him on your terms.]

[There's a part of him that is rather ecstatic about hearing Akira's shaky voice overwhelmed with the sensation of him. Ha, serves him right for what he put him through just a moment ago. Let's see how's the crybaby here.

Goro keeps drawing clumsy circles with his hips, all while hushing into Akira's hair. The movement should bring some extra stimulation to his dick, but not quite enough to be friction.]

Shhh. I'll let you move only if you do as I say, is that understood?

[Sex always feels heightened for him when he's emotional, somehow. He makes another wanton sound as Goro gyrates his hips-- it's not enough, but he desperately wants to do right by him, despite how much his dick would like him to knock Goro backward and piledrive him into the ground. He strains to keep still, whining softly, and raises his head enough to lick uncoordinated stripes up the column of Goro's throat.] Y-yeah, yeah.

[Damn. Akira's dick has just the right idea what Goro likes... Maybe sometime later he gets the chance to pound him through the mattress or floor.]

Good, [He whispers, stretching his neck back to give Akira better access to his throat. He swallows air and spreads his legs even further as he unwraps his arms around Akira.] Lie down and bend you knees for me.

N-nnnh, [He struggles to comply with that directive, especially with Goro's neck right there, but battles through the horny fog to pull away. He's an absolute wreck, red to his shoulders and curls damp with sweat, even with it still being cool outside, and he's still vibrating in place as he slowly maneuvers himself to lay flat. Each motion shifts his position within Goro and it's like an electric shock every time, so by the time he's laying flat and starting to move his legs he's closed his eyes and is taking labored, hitched breaths.]

[His thighs shake horribly as he bends his knees, but once he plants his feet it's a mostly stable space for Goro to bounce his horny little heart away on. Opening his eyes causes Akira's dick to swell within Goro, the view from beneath him almost too much. He exhales and a throaty moan of sound escapes with it, as if he simply cannot control his vocal chords.]

[Good job resisting the horny trap, Akira! Goro is so proud of you (and also turned on) for following his instructions. But when Akira moves Goro can't stop the quiet whines escaping from him as the pressure inside him shifts, the cock pressing on his walls from different angle.

Biting down on his lower lip, his eyes flutter closed and he's forced to spread his legs further apart to straddle Akira properly.]

Haaa--, [He moans, rolling his head to the side. Yeah, there's no way he misses the way the cock just pulsates inside him as it swells and stretching him even more from the earler. Holy shit, Akira!

..Though that gives him an idea.]

Y-you l-like to look, right? [With a hard gasp, Goro leans his body back to rest on the legs behind him. His other hand is placed on ground to help with balance as he reaches to grab his own cock and balls, clumsily lifting them so that Akira will surely get the front seat to seeing his own cock pierce his rim and disappear inside.]

You may move now. But keep looking.

[He is and always will be servile to a fault. He stays largely quiet beyond sounds he still can't quite withhold, bracing his hands on the surface below him to keep as still as he can manage with as heavily as he's breathing. When Goro reaches forward and raises his own bits to give a clear view of where they connect, a sound between a growl and a moan emerges from him and his hands move to Goro's hips with a ragged exhale.]

[His pupils are blown so wide his eyes look black, and he studies the point of connection with a startlingly animalistic precision before flicking his eyes up to Goro's to re-check for permission. You may move now, he said. But keep looking. As if he could look away. He considers his options, watching Goro's face for a moment longer as he slowly rolls his hips upward, and then dropping them back down to the lewd smear of body parts where they meet as he shifts them back, only to rock them right back up while he presses Goro's hips down. It pulls another rough exhale from him, and he looks back to Goro's face for approval.]

[The wide, perplexed grey eyes are met with a smug and teasing red grin. The pink dusting his cheekbones has now turned deep red, framing his eyes and reaching all the way to tips of his ears. Summoning a sultry look to his face, Goro keeps peeking underneath his long lashes, allowing the bangs fall over his cheeks as he dibs his head to the side.

Goro takes a deep breath when Akira begins to move his hips, feeling how the cock drills even deeper inside him before there's a slow, almost painful rub against his walls as Akira lowers his hips back to ground -- dragging his dick almost completely out. Only to snap them back together by pulling him down, joining their bodies again. His rim flexes and clenches around the length of a cock, almost as clinging on it.

Shit. That made him almost light headed.]

Yes. Very good, Akira.

[God the clutch of him might just be what ends Akira's life. He would die the happiest man alive, but-- no deaths today. Just slow dips and swells of pleasure, searing heat in his gut that he knows is going to wreck them both when it crescendos. He exhales a shaking breath, gripping Goro's hips tighter and rocking his hips again, finding rhythm and slowly adding speed.] Fuck, Goro.

[He's surprised, somewhere in the back of his mind, that Goro hasn't swatted his hands away and taken over control of the movements, but it at least gives him the chance to keep the pace at a level he can handle without losing his feeble grip on his remaining composure.]

[Akira gets to decide their rhythm for now. Goro has both of his hands occupied with holding his bits up out of the view, while the other one latches on Akira's bent knee behind him so that he can bop himself up and down along with the other's movements.

As much as Goro loves to ride it out, hard and hot, he has to admit that this slower starting pace was good. It allowed him to feel Akira's girth fully in him as they moved in unison. Every breath, tremor and gasp that Akira gives travel right up to him, shaking his own body.

Each thrust of hips pushes a soft moan out of Goro's lips and he cranes his neck back, eyes closed.]

Y-you are so wretched, you know that? [He huffs out, voice strained.] I can feel how much you're enjoying from this, you freaking voyeur. Maybe for the next time I should take someone else to bed, and let you watch him fuck me the fullest. Huh? Would you like that?

[It's a funny exchange, because at first Akira just chuckles deep in his chest, because he knows he's a raunchy kinky little bitch, and it's only being reaffirmed with the way he's pretty sure he could cum from watching his dick disappear in Goro's hole without even feeling it. He's ruined, for Goro and by Goro, and he loves every waking minute of it.]

[But then the second part..., He growls softly, gripping Goro's hips and pulling them down roughly as he bucks his own upward, resulting in a deeper venture still, and one he stays at a moment as he meets and holds Goro's gaze.] You're more than welcome to seek other bedfellows, [He rocks his hips, still pressed up into Goro.] But only if I can watch. [Possessive, much?]

[Oh. That definitely was the right answer, Akira. The already cock in Goro's hand stirs back into life, slowly but surely filling and rising up again. Biting down on his lip lower lip, Goro shifts his hold so that he's properly holding his cock and begins to pump it. The flush on his face deepening even further.]

R-really. Well, then. I shall bind your hands so that you will be left helpless. Unable to touch yourself. [He closes his eyes and throws his head back, clenching harder around Akira's cock.] All you can do is watch the other person take me apart, p-piece by piece. Ah--, I can only imagine the look on your face.

[Akira hums deep in his chest at Goro's interest, and then again when he starts to pump himself, grinning toothily and letting his hips drop back down, only to raise them right back up. He watches Goro's hand, and matches the pace of his hips to Goro's hand on his cock.] If you think I have to touch myself to cum when it comes to watching you, you're probably mistaken.

H-hah. That wouldn't be surprise me. [Goro swallows air. He can feel the fire rekindle back in his stomach, making his toes curl and breath hitch.]

You are like that. S-so greedy and desperate. I bet you'd enjoy getting someone else's s-sloppy seconds, huh? [That deprecating comment might be more aimed at himself than at Akira. But he still keeps stroking himself, speeding up his movements -- almost desperate to spread that fire within him.]

Harder, Akira. Please.

[He's grinning stupidly until Goro's statements turn inward on himself, and Akira knows damn well it's more a detriment to Goro to call himself sloppy seconds. His expression hardens and he shifts, hauling himself up into a seated position again and pressing Goro's hips down into his lap. He uses the shift in position to strike forward and bite his way into Goro's mouth, humming against him as he seals their mouths and rocks upward with his hips still pressed into his lap. When he draws away, his expression is still severe.] You are no one's sloppy seconds, Goro Akechi.

[Goro has his eyes closed so he doesn't see the shift in Akira's face. So, the sudden movement comes to him as complete surprise.]

--Hey! [He gasps a quiet protest, followed by hitched breath when the cock inside him moves, pressing on his walls from different angle. This time he swears Akira's all the way up in his guts.

He can't really do much but let go of himself and grasp on Akira's shoulder. He's just about to voice a complaint but then stopped as the other launches an attack on his lips. There's a soft "Mmmnmhh--", from him as he at first tries to pull away, but relents quickly. His moans really are about to cover his entire vocal range, going from high to low as Akira keeps snapping his hips into him.]

I--, Akir--. Hah, Akira, I didn't give you, ah, the permission to kiss. [Never mind that this definitely made his cock jump between them]

I'm just taking what's mine. [He sneers the words, leaning forward to ghost another kiss just to see if Goro will reach back for it, all the while still moving his hips.] Are you close, love?

Hah, no. Not yet, I still-- AH!![Yeah, damn be any possible voyeurs or innocent passerby near them. Because Goro stops holding back his voice, the gutted yelp ripping right out of his throat.

His free hand finds its way into Akira's hair, gripping hard on those dark curls and pulls him back, intending to expose his jugular. It's a small act of regaining some control over the situation from Akira. His own hips keep moving along with the body beneath him.] Not yet. I need more, Akira. I need more.

[Akira just grins, cheshire, and rolls his hips up harder.]

Then let's give you more, hm? You can punish me for disobedience later. [And he abruptly tips them backward, knocking Goro over and fluidly rolling onto his own knees, using his hand on Goro's hips to keep said hips connected, and slightly aloft. He gives him a moment to reel from the abrupt shift, but only a moment, before he resumes a bruising pace.]

Kyah! [He lets out a surprised noise when his back hits the ground, the slight sheet of sweat making the dirt and leaves stick on him. But this time there is no word of complaint from him, instead he wraps both his arms and legs around Akira, clinging on him like a desperate koala. He's almost folded in half now, making him feel every inch of Akira inside him, pounding and pulling as if he was seriously trying With each thrust he lets out a scream-like sound, the precum spilling from his cock all over to his stomach.]

Shit! Akira. How. Always. So perfect. How do you always fill me up so good? [He mewls between his sobs, feeling his cock overcoming with heat and balls tightening. All of the sudden he can't keep up with Akira, his body acting on his own. He writhes and trembles, hole clutching around the cock inside as if he was afraid of losing it for good. His back arches and--]

G-gyaahh!! [With a loud, almost animalistic yowl he feels his world explode along with him. Then all he can see is blinding white as he comes hard, the orgasm violently ripping out of him.

Congrats, Akira. You actually managed to make him come undone without being touched.]

[He watches Goro steadily shake apart at the seams until he's coming untouched, and the grip of him as he does pulls Akira right to the edge of orgasm himself. He presses his hips into him and holds, letting Goro ride out the brunt of his own, and watches him from the precipice for a long moment. It's occurred to him that they don't have an effective way to clean Goro up, dully, despite how much he knows they both enjoy the internal transfer, so he exhales and holds Goro still while he withdraws, leaning back to work himself with one hand.]

[So whenever Goro's vision filters back in, he'll get the lovely view of Akira jerking himself off over him, thighs already shaking.]

[Well, there is is the spring nearby but Akira is correct in his line of thinking. They might be able to swipe themselves clean, yes, but taking care of Goro's insides might prove out to be difficult. So, congrats on the actual big brain moment during the sex, Akira!

Goro's nails scrape the skin on Akira's back, definitely scratching some marks there. His body shudders a his cock empties its load right on Goro's stomach. It takes more than longer before he's fully spent, and to collapse back on the ground. The world is still spinning in his eyes as he comes down from the high, his breathing heavy and ragged as if he had just finished a marathon. Hell, he might just had.

Giving his dried up lips a quick lick, he raises his gaze and looks at Akira's form -- eyes transfixed on the way his hand moves, and how ragged his breath sounds like. Without even thinking of it, he parts his lips and opens his mouth, as if waiting for him.]

[That pulls a startled, wanton little sound from him and not near as explosively, but similarly unexpectedly, Akira finds himself undone, spilling over his hand and into Goro's mouth and on his face with a fractured shout.]

[He sags to sit and catch his breath once he's done, flushed and gasping and looking at Goro in general disbelief. They sure did just get hella fucky outdoors, didn't they.]

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