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[Meanwhile Goro is definitely enjoying this. Pushing and bullying Akira around while knowing very well that the other will comply with his whims. At least he's not really taking a time here, so if Akira goes past the 5 minute timeline he doesn't notice it.

He waits Akira, laying on their bed, pretending to be too captivated by the book he's reading to pay proper attention to Akira.]

Quite. I couldn't finish the chapter yet.

[Akira himself is pretty lucky he hasn't popped a boner in sheer anticipation of whatever is about to go down, so he doesn't overmuch mind Goro's attention being kept on the book. It's annoying, sure, but he knows he's doing it on purpose.] Oh, should I wait, then?

[His hand pointedly fiddles with where the towel is wrapped at his hips, knowing it's within Goro's peripheral vision.]

Actually, if you don't mind. [He hums, turning another page. Yeah. He's being annoying on purpose, hoping to rile him up even more.]

But you don't need stay standing. Come, sit down. [He pats the empty spot next to him]

[God why does he like this rat!!!! He skulks on over and flops, pointedly putting his (wet) head on Goro's shoulder.] What are you even reading.

[Because you're simp, Akira. That's why.

Goro shifts a little under him, trying to prevent Akira from feeling the outline of the brastrap under his shirt.]

Michel Foucault's Madness and Civilisation. A text which focuses on analyzing the evolution of the madness in philosophy, art and politics. It argues that the concept of "madness" is something that is artificially created by the man and thus a way for society perform its power. [So basically boring philosophy, don't worry about it. Goro flips another page, but instead of resting it behind his head he reaches down, fingers trailing along with Akira's bare hip bone.]

[He's settled on the round of his shoulder, luckily, and Goro's shifting helps to ensure he stays away from feeling the garment. He yawns pointedly at Goro's drawn-out explanation, shaking his head just enough that he tosses droplets from his hair.]

Booooring. I got all cleaned up for you, are you just gonna read all night?

[He wrinkles his nose when the water drops lands on his face, but still refuses to take his eyes off the book -- despite it being pretty clear now that he's not actually reading the text but just rather staring a same paragraph.]

Maybe this was just a my plot to get you shower. [He teases, as if that truly ever was an issue with Akira. The fingers now slip past the towel though! Following the sharp curve of the hip bone all the way to his lower abdomen and to his pubic area, feeling up the hair down there. Teasing, teasing.] But if there is something else you'd want maybe you should go ahead and just take it?

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I shower when I get home anyway, [He frowns at him and cants his hips upward, quirking an eyebrow.] I'm not the one who went to the effort of sending a suggestive text to land us here, so I think I'll leave that part to you. [Don't entice him and then expect him to act for you, buddy.]

I see. [Is he disappointed that he couldn't get Akira riled up enough to toss the book from his hands and rip his clothes apart? Maybe a little, but not necessarily surprising. Akira hadn't exactly shown aggression of any kind during their previous times so guess it only makes sense he'd be reluctant to take Goro's bait.

Maybe some other time then. Goro lowers the book and discards it to the side, not caring about marking the page he was at. Then, he pulls his hand away from Akira's crotch so that he can flip on the mattress and settle on straddling his thighs.]

Let's do it this way then.

[He's really not an aggressive person, so that's something Goro would likely have to request ahead of time for Akira to psyche himself up to. He's much more intent on being gentle and being a service top than anything truly controlling. Does that mean he doesn't have a possessive streak? Absolutely not. But without prompting he isn't likely to be aggressive.]

[Though it is a bit of a rebellion to specifically see Goro vying for something and deliberately deny him just that. He oofs softly when shoved over, and his towel drapes just so that the half-chub he's building is outlined. He grins, settling his hands on Goro's thighs immediately.] Someone's feisty today. I like it.

[They're both lucky that Goro's rather impatient when he gets in the mood and would rather abandon the fruitless efforts than play the long game. Besides, he's been wearing the undergarment for over an hour already. While they're not exactly uncomfortable, he still would rather move on and reap the seed of his hard labor (haha, hard).

Goro grinds against Akira's groin, leaning ass against his dick, feeling the half-hard erect pressing against his cheeks.]

Mmmnm. Well, I suppose I can't complain either. I like seeing you beneath me.

[He affords him that, his grin sharpening.] I bet so.

[He has made himself intimately aware of the feel of Goro's ass since he's been granted permission to handle it, so when he presses his hips up to rub back, the fabric of the lingerie is Strange, and Akira's brows pinch. He slides his hands up his thighs and out, running his fingertips curiously against the partyline. He looks up, expression questioning. Got something to share with the class, Goro?]

[Oh. Despite his best efforts Goro's heart skips a beat in nervousness when Akira's fingers find their way to his thighs, right on the outline of the lingerie. Luckily, though, he manages keep his poker face, grinning his usual all-knowing shiteating grin down at his partner. Placing one hand on the mattress for the support he leans his back, pushing his chest up a little so that there should be now a faint outline of the bra visible under his sweatshirt.]

Something on your mind?

[He never stopped to consider that Goro might like lingerie. He never really stopped to consider that he might like lingerie himself, for that matter, but the way his mouth waters involuntarily at the way Goro pushes his chest out to display what clearly look like bra cups under his shirt tells him plenty. His hands immediately skate inward and under the sweatshirt, finding the band of the bra and letting his smile pull almost shy at the corners.] What put you on to this little scheme, hm?

[It's a kink he had never considered either, but guess they just keep learning more about each other after every passing day! Goro bucks his chest forward, trying to meet the nimble fingers teasing along his skin. ]

You liked my Halloween Costume, right? I thought to spicy it up a little for you. [If his heart is beating faster at that, no it's not.]

[A couple of crazy little kink birds, honestly. Akira's face dusts pink, both at the way Goro presses into his touch and the mention of his Halloween costume, and he nods.] You wanna show me what you've come up with?

Uh-huh. [Goro nods, licking his lips and shifts his posture again. This time he leaning more forward to give Akira a better access to him. With his heart racing like this it's getting harder to keep his breath even.]

Actually. I figured to give you only two jobs tonight. Undressing me and just look. How does that sound like? [Akira's always asked for Goro to let him see. To see him let go and come undone in his hands. So far, he's never really been able to grant that wish fully, always trying to cover his face one way or another. Well. This time he'll make sure that Akira will see it all. Even if he has to hide behind lingerie.]

[Being that he's naked other than the towel that is still poorly draped over his hips, the way the interested flush of color travels from his face to his collar bones is on unmistakable display as it happens, and Akira gapes for a moment at Goro's words.]

Wow, the fuck have I done to be rewarded so highly? I promise I'll show my gratitude properly.

[The grin on his lips just curl up further, making him somehow look even more smug than before. That's a good reaction there.]

Maybe this is more for me than for you. I can finally take everything out of just the way I like. [He had enjoyed their little games at the casino, after all. So why not continue down the same route? Goro grinds his hips again, encouraging Akira to continue.]

[The grind startles him, and Goro will get to feel in real-time the way he stiffens under the contact, pressing back against his ass as Akira's eyes nearly roll back in his head. A small, unguarded sound bubbles out of him and he reaches up further again, grappling to find the jut of Goro's hips. He allows his chest to heave with labored breath for a moment, skin flushed and mouth open, before he holds Goro's hips still and grinds up against him.]

Take everything you want, it's already yours.

[Oh. Goro's not sure which one is worse. The cheesiness of that line or the way it managed to tug his heartstrings there, bringing a faint blush on his cheekbones. He swallows air, eyelids lowering so that he's watching Akira under his long lashes. The press of the hardness against his ass cheeks and the upward thrust makes Goro to exhale long and deep. He's starting to get hard as well. He can feel the way lace rubs against his own cock as the organ tries to stand up in a rather small confined space. Suddenly his mouth feels dry.

Goro leans forward, catching Akira's lips with his own. It's not a deep kiss, more of a lick of a tongue than anything.]

Then. Do you remember what was your first job?

[Akira is already a mess, so Goro's definitely got the upper hand, here. He makes a sound that could easily be classified as a mewl against Goro's lips, nodding, and fumbles his hands to tug upward on Goro's sweatshirt.] Undress you, yeah?

[This must be a new record for Akira, then. Goro hums in approval and taps Akira's lips with his own. His fingers reach out to comb through the dark hair, pulling and massaging his scalp in process]

Yeah. Whenever you're ready?

[He warbles a vague sound that isn't words, lost in the sauce. He slides his hands upward against Goro's ribs and lifts at the sweatshirt that way, dazed and most definitely giving him that horrible lovestruck gooey expression, except it's also extremely horny so maybe it's okay.] Never quite ready for you, I don't think. You surprise me.

That's why I'm your rival. [He presses one last kiss on Akira's lips, sucking in any quiet sounds that he might be giving. Then, he withdraws, pulling away against the lifted sweatshirt and slipping through it. When the piece of clothing is off him Goro straightens his back and sits up, giving Akira very good view of the bra he's wearing.

The cups are on the smaller size, which is why he hadn't bothered in stuffing them with anything. His nipples are hard under the soft fabric, poking through just slightly. Now that he's sitting there, top laid bare and revealed, Goro can't help but feel a tingling excitement spreading over his limbs, making his breath fast and airy.]

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