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[He laughs, and the sound is surprisingly strong. A week ago, this conversation would have sent him spiraling and he likely would have started crying. Now, he only smiles.] It took me getting to spend time with you and not have the threat of the world looming over us to realize, but I've probably loved you a lot longer than I consciously knew.

[His eyes glitter, but with a spark of Joker's mirth. His grin pulls crooked.] You got it, Detective.

[Goro falls silent at that declaration, not sure what to think of the boldness of the other. He's already somewhat gotten accustomed to love confessions and does not react badly to them anymore, but Akira's words certainly did resonate with something in him, sparking the warm feeling inside his chest.

When had this started, indeed? Goro has wondered about it too. Since when did these feelings towards Akira start? Was it only after they had been able to stand here as equal, face to face -- like partners rather than just rivals. Had it been back in that lonesome February evening at Leblanc? In Boiler room?.. Or maybe even during the summer before.

But it matters not, he guesses. What's important that they're here, like this together.

Reaching out to take Akira's hands to his owns, Goro begins to take steps backwards. Leading them both to their couch.]

[Akira was dumb af about it, even when they first showed up in Aldrip. He always knew Goro was important to him, but he hadn't figured out how to quantify the importance or put words to it. He probably came closest to realizing it in February, when he realized he was about to lose Goro again, probably for good, but he squashed it down to make it easier on them both.]

[His grin pulls broader and softens simultaneously as Goro pulls him, and he squeezes his fingers to pull his hands closer, and eventually behind him so their chests bump together when they reach the couch.] I'll never forget the way you move, [He says softly, curling sideways to exhale and pepper featherlight kisses down Goro's neck.] Gracefully determined, viciously focused.

[Guiding Akira's hands around his waist, Goro sits on the couch and pulls the other one down with him. Either to straddle him or to kneel on the floor in front of him. His own fingers briefly trace the shape of Akira's jawline before reaching to play with the collar of his shirt.]

Practiced perfection. The way you moved in Metaverse was always much more natural and graceful than my performance.

[He goes easily, sitting perched on his knees straddled over Goro's lap. He ducks his head to kiss Goro's knuckles as they fiddle with the collar of his shirt, turning his head to smile at him through his lashes as he does.]

I felt more natural in the Metaverse. Out here I'm like a baby deer on a good day. [He shifts to take one of Goro's hands, running his thumb along his fingers and dipping between each carefully, maintaining eye contact as he does.] ...I don't know if I've told you how easy I get lost in your eyes. Always have-- even then.

I think that is a very gracious estimation, even for you. Even an hour old deer have more coordination in their legs than you, idiot. [He chuckles a snide at him, his fingertips tracing over the red bite marks he had left on the other's skin just mere a moment ago.]

I have noticed. [Akira wasn't exactly subtle with his affection and Goro has caught quite often staring at his way, each time focusing on different parts of his body and features. Most of times he didn't comment on it, outside of shooting a questioning look at his way but leaving at that. ] ..I prefer yours. They're like an ocean after a storm.

Wow, rude. [He nips one of his knuckles, just slightly.]

[He hums, keeping his lids half-closed so Goro can't look at his eyes immediately. From the way his cheeks dust pink, he's a little embarrassed about Goro's words.] ...poetic, from you.

[The slight flush of embarrassment on Akira's face makes Goro grin almost victoriously. He pulls his hand free from the other's hold so that he can wrap both of his arms around Akira's neck, pulling his face closer to his.]

From me? Should I take that you don't believe in my literacy skills?

[Akira rumbles a soft little laugh, compressing in how he sits on him so he can burrow into his shoulder.] Given you immediately paraphrased Hegel upon meeting me? Not in the least.

Good. [Goro hums and tilts his head to the side, giving Akira more room. His own hands begin to travel down the other's back, fingers mapping and tracing down the subtle feel of muscles through the shirt.] I bet your unsophisticated ass didn't even know who Hegel was back then.

Not in detail, but I knew the name. [He kisses down the column of his neck, shifting his hips forward in the meantime. He doesn't grind, but the intent is potentially clear.]

Heh. What an idiot. Sometimes I wonder how did we even end up here like this. [He jokes, pulse quickening under Akira's lips as his heart begins to beat faster. Goro's hands reach down on his hips, shifting to slide down along with Akira's legs, carefully moving towards his thighs.]

Me too. You're so far out of my league it's unreal. [He sets his forehead against the juncture of Goro's neck and shoulder, just breathing against him and watching his hands against his legs for a moment. When they settle against his thighs, Akira shifts again, pressing his lips to the dip between Goro's collar bones, then further, to whatever extent Goro's shirt allows, and when it stops him, he bites, gently.]

[Goro's shirt's collar is buttoned up until the highest button, meaning that Akira doesn't unfortunately get to go far down without working on his shirt first. But nonetheless, Goro's breath hitches softly at the bite. As a retaliation he brings his own hand to cup Akira's crotch, feeling the other with his palm up.]

How fortunate for you. I doubt you would have ever gotten out of the inn room on your own.

[Akira makes a terribly wanton sound against Goro's throat, rocking his hips into that hand and then rumbling like a giant happy cat.] Says the guy who hasn't held down a job here, [His tone is teasing, farther back in his throat than it would be without Goro's hand where it is. He sits back, skin stained pink and pupils wide, smiling at him.] Can I take off your shirt?

[Okay, just that earns Akira a quick firm squeeze on his front.] Out of deliberate choice, mind you. [Goro had done his best to avoid getting involved with the everyday dealings in Aldrip, believing that if he refused to take part of the community he could still somehow manage to keep the same resolve as he had back at home. Oh boy, how wrong had he been. All it took was a life together with Akira, filled with intimacy, affection, fights and casual, slow life for him to waver.]

Yes, you may.

[Akira wheezes softly at that squeeze, legs tensing against Goro's, and it breaks off into a breathy laugh.] I'm just giving you shit, you know I don't mind. [He nips again, gently, at his throat.]

[Permission granted, he raises his hands and starts carefully undoing the buttons of Goro's shirt, taking care with each and relishing in the exposed skin as he travels downward.] You're so beautiful, sometimes I can't stand it.

[He knows Akira isn't being serious here but he doesn't necessarily appreciate hearing it. It makes him feel like he is being a burden, leeching off on Akira's labour. Call it insecurity, if you will.

Goro huffs air, resuming to stroke Akira rhythmically as he unbuttons his shirt. Once the wildcard is far enough with his process, Goro brings his free hand to grab Akira's wrist and guides other's hand to touch the old bullet wound on his left lung, only barely missing his heart.]

You think so, truly?

[His expression withers, but only just, and he splays his hand flat against the marred skin.] Yes, [He breathes the word carefully, leaning back into Goro's space to kiss below his jaw.] I hate the cause of this. But it's part of you, and it proves your tenacity against fate itself.

[Oh.

Goro blinks, a faint shade of raising to color his cheeks. It'd be a lie to say that didn't tug some of his heartstrings. The scar on his chest was a source of conflicting feelings for him. It was both reminder of his failure, but also something that would keep reminding him of his own resolve. Of his free will that he had fought so hard for and given his life for. So far, he had tried to make sure to keep them hidden from Akira's eyes -- believing them to be nothing but unpleasant to his partner. They had enough trauma to go through without having a visible reminder looking at them.

So, when Akira leans back into kiss, Goro closes his eyes and leans his head back. Then he let's go of Akira's hand and brings it down to join his other hand in task of undoing the other's belt.]

I wish I could say the same about yours. The idea that someone else left their mark on you fills me with rage.

[Akira hums, the sound becoming a low chuckle, and nips at Goro's jawline.] I gathered, from the earlier assault on my nipple.

[Dexterous fingers make quick work of his own belt, but he leaves the rest to Goro, instead linking their pinkies.] ...I got careless, this last time.

I was merely entertaining your masochistic tendencies. [Goro pouts a little at that, brows pressing down in a small frown. Once the belt is undone he reaches to hook his fingers on the waistband of Akira's boxers. But then his task is interrupted and attention demanded elsewhere.

Biting down on the inside of his cheek Goro watches their joined pinkies.]

How childish... [He murmurs, ducking his head to rest it against Akira's shoulder] I will paint the clown with his own blood for this.

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Guess we both learned that my nipples aren't as masochistic as the rest of me, then. [His grin is positively Cheshire.]

[And then he chuckles, nosing sideways to press his lips to Goro's temple, squeezing their joined pinkies.] One of us has to know how to have fun. [He's quiet, mouth quirking crooked, and shrugs gently.] Tell me so I can go along.

[Goro hides his frown from Akira as his lips curl into a sour pout.]

I will not make a pink-promise with you, idiot. [And in protest the turns his head enough to nibble at Akira's collar bone, but yet he does not pull his hand away. He doesn't want let Akira go anywhere near the clown ever again. The thought of allowing the other join him in his revenge filled crusade settled badly in his stomach, twisting and turning his guts unpleasantly.] Besides, you do not want to see what I am going to be doing to him.

Wow, rude.

[He wiggles their pinkies.] I wasn't, anyway. I just wanted your finger. [He nuzzles his way behind Goro's ear, pressing his lips there lightly.] You'd be surprised. Watching you get all murdery is kinda hot.

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