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[There's a defiant look in his eyes when Akira reaches for his hair. But he let's it be for now, preferring to focus on his tasks at the moment. This set-up definitely worked better in his mind than in practice. It is possible but just involves more struggling he had planned.

Clumsily, Goro begins to bob his head back and forth, trying to match the movements of his fingers to the rhythm. It's a little awkward at first but he quickly catches the hang of it. Then, when he begins to push the third finger in Goro can feel resistance and suddenly he has the need to swallow. So, he pulls away, allowing the dick to slip past his lips with a thin string of saliva connecting them. His cheeks are red and flushed and breathing heavy.]

H-ha. Just, ha, a moment.

[Akira is definitely no more composed than Goro when he pulls back, his whole body humming with arousal from the look and feel of Goro bobbing his head on his dick like that. So when he pulls away it allows Akira to take a full breath and exhale, smiling.]

Take as long as you need, you're giving me a breather so I don't go off before you're prepped. [He wasn't quite worried, not yet, but he could absolutely feel the pressure mounting behind his navel.]

[Closing his mouth, Goro swallows any saliva that he's gathered to his mouth. He gives Akira a quick nod, trying to ignore the lingering disappointment that he wasn't as good at it as he had thought.

He shifts on the bed, spreading his legs further and lowering his ass just a bit to give himself an easier access to his hole. A hoarse moan escapes from his tired throat as he finally fits three fingers inside, his walls loosening.]

Touch me again and I'll get the rope. [He warns, lips quirking up in a mischievous smirk. Then, he lowers himself again down on Akira's dick. But instead of closing his lips around it he moves to kiss and lick underside of the shaft. ]

That's not as threatening as you might think, [He offers coyly, and fairly immediately upon Goro returning his attention to his dick, said dick leaks a generous amount of pre-come as Akira's body tenses against the mattress again. He exhales raggedly, letting his hands grasp the sheets again.] Fuck.

[Is it not now? Goro peeks at Akira from behind his dick. There's a quick flash of something ominous in his eyes and he takes the tender skin of the shaft between his teeth, nibbling on it carefully.]

[The sheer amount of danger that comes from allowing Goro Akechi's teeth on the sensitive flesh of his dick sends another glob of pre-come dribbling out of him and wow, that's fucking embarrassing. One of his hands releases the sheets in favor of coming up to his face and mashing the heel of his hand against his cheek, groaning.] If you don't slow down-- [He did tell him to do both, but he still wants to afford the warning that he's making the final curve, here.]

[Goro keeps nibbling on the flesh, pulling it slightly with the sharp edge of his teeth. Akira was a masochist, right? So no wonder he gets his rocks off on this. The groaning, however, makes him cease his teasing. Goro removes his teeth and presses his tongue flat on the tormented skin, running it up along the shaft to the tip where he laps on the precome.]

Uhhuh. [He hums, mouthing over the swollen head and turns his eyes back on Akira, face equally flushed and and red.] Ready to move on the main course?

[A masochist he most certainly is, so those teeth inch him rapidly toward the finish line, and he has to take a solid few lungfuls of air in to calm down enough to reply when Goro shifts away to lap at him like a lollipop.]

Either finish this first or don't stop when I finish early into it, [He offers, voice strained. He means it-- he's close enough to know Goro won't cum riding him before he does, and that's important to him. Even with Goro having said this was about him, he's far more concerned with Goro's enjoyment than his own, given he's already having a fucking amazing time.]

Mmm.. [Giving the head one last lick, Goro removes the fingers from his and grasps the dick in front of him with both of his hands. He can tell that Akira is getting close from the strain in his voice and the way how his muscles keep tensing up.]

If I let you cum over me now how much do you think you need to recover? [Because he is going to fuck himself on you tonight, be it sooner or later.]

[He chitters a funny little laugh, shaking his head.] 's what I mean by don't stop. Just keep going, regardless. [Overstimulation nation, here Akira comes?]

[He'll come alright, literally.

And well, since it's up to him he's going to move on. He might've done pretty rushed job when fingering himself but he's already growing frustrated, his hole throbbing in anticipation. Goro gives him a few strokes before he sits back up and scoots closer. Placing both of his covered legs on Akira's sides he straddles his hips, wiggling his lower body towards the already bullied dick.]

Don't worry, I won't. I already told you when we started that I'm going to take everything out of you. I won't stop even if you cry. [It would be quite delicious if he managed to push Akira to that point. Because while the lingerie was mostly for Akira, the rest is just as much about Goro as it it's about the other. It's not just about to be in control but to be able to chase and take his own pleasure, without feeling having to give something in return.

He reaches for the lube and squirts the rest of its content to his hand and then goes to grab Akira's dick again, slowly and carefully covering it in the slippery liquid. Then, he shifts a little, positioning himself above it. But before lowering himself, he turns his eyes back to Akira, looking for final sign for consent. ]

Remember. Three taps.

[He laughs thinly, grinning at Goro's words.] I wouldn't expect anything less of you.

[Watching him lube his dick up and line himself up to settle down makes Akira's mouth water and he swallows, exhaling shakily. When the designation of three taps is conveyed, he looks back to Goro and meets his eyes, smiling firmly and nodding.] Three taps. [He will probably never utilize it. ~~Famous last words.~~]

[With the final confirmation Goro, too, nods and begins to sink down on Akira, guiding the cock to his hole with his hand. Shivers run down his spine when the blunt head makes contact with his body. There's a quiet gasp escaping from him when it presses past his loosened rim, sinking inside his warmth. It's admittedly tighter fit than during their previous times when Akira's been the one doing the prep work. But Goro finds himself relish in the faint sting of stretch as the cock makes its way inside, spreading him further and reaching parts that fingers alone couldn't.]

Ahh-- [The moan travels deep down from his gut to his lips and his eyes flutter closed as he sits down, ass fully against the other's crotch with Akira's full size seated inside him.]

[It's almost a pinch in comparison to the usual tight clutch of him, and Akira knows he hasn't prepped as effectively, but he doesn't dare comment. It's still good, and at Goro's moan Akira echoes with a choked one of his own, hands dragging inward with the sheets in an effort to keep from breaking the rule of not touching him again.]

[He allows both of them have a moment to get used to this new sensation. It's been a while, hasn't it? Goro's not entirely sure when was last time they had gotten together like this. Probably before they found themselves trapped in a maze of terrors. And now that he the intense heat from having their bodies connected he realizes just how much he's missed this. How he's missed Akira.]

Akira. [Goro calls out, voice soft and almost whiny. He opens his eyes and looks down at his boyfriend, the cups of his bra blocking part of his vision. His hands find their place behind his back as he clutches on Akira's legs, supporting himself on them. With a quick cough he clears his voice, sounding more strong and determined the next time he speaks.] Akira. I want you to look at me. So don't you dare to take your eyes off me even for a second. If you do I'll stop and get off, understood?

[He waits for his reply, and then lifts his hips -- letting out another moan when he feels Akira's cock move along his walls, and then slams himself down again.]

[Maybe that's why it's so intense. They'd taken some time off despite their abhorrently horny natures, to heal from the traumatic encounters in the maze, and for Akira to recover from his fever, and for them to resume some semblance of normalcy in their lives thereafter. When Goro's hands grasp his legs Akira carefully braces his feet against the mattress to ensure Goro has a solid pedestal, and when he lifts up Akira nearly makes good on Goro's threat to continue even if he cried. Heat spikes dangerously in his belly and he gasps sharply, making sure his eyes never leave Goro.]

[A shattered cry leaves him as Goro slams back down onto him, and Akira's spine arches off the mattress enough to angle his hips, ensuring Goro seats himself as deeply as possible.] Two, [He huffs, gasping and leaving his mouth open.] M-maybe, two more, and I'm gone-- d-don't stop-- [His voice is thin, frantic, and he pulls the sheets beneath them.]

[The position really helps with ensuring that Goro sinks as deep as possible, thanks to gravity doing half of the job. Goro had enjoyed it when Akira had bent him over a table and fucking into him hard , but this was easily superior arrangement if you ask him. This way he could feel Akira fully as each inch was buried within him. He only almost regrets the no-touch rule as his body feels lonely without the curious hands wandering around. But only almost.]

No, you're going to take five. Don't come before that. [He commands, red eyes staring right back at Akira's flushed grey ones. It's a challenge for him too to keep the eye contact, especially when he has track record for trying to hide away when the feelings become just too much. Either behind words of violence or safety of his hands.

Goro repeats the motion, lifting his hips and coming back down. And again and again, each time a little faster than previous.]

[Akira really wonders about himself sometimes, because the commanding tone and the way Goro mercilessly keeps eye contact while riding him like a fucking wild mustang almost makes him lose it right there. He reaches down under Goro the second time he raises up, the gesture abrupt and uncoordinated, and grasps the base of his own dick pretty hard, his expression twisted and blissed out, but desperate to obey Goro's command.]

[How's that to look at, Goro? The esteemed leader of the Phantom Thieves, absolutely coming undone and at your mercy as he's ridden like a pony. His toes curl into the sheets and he pulls on them with his free hand, his body practically vibrating with how hard he's breathing.] Goro-- fuck--

[How does it look? The sight of Akira turning into nothing but an incoherent mess, losing his mind while trying to keep his body together only fuels Goro's own drive and the thirst for more. More control, more power, more of his dick. The way he vibrates under him only adds more to his pleasure. He shifts his hips when lowers himself down with a force, making sure that the dick hits right on the sensitive bundle of nerves within him.]

Nghaa-- [An involuntary growl leaves from him as the wave of pleasure washes over him, causing a few droplets of precum leaks from his own cock that's standing red and proud against his stomach. He stops his movement briefly, fully enjoying the warm heat pooling inside him. ]

Ah. Good boy, Akira. [His voice is low, rumbling down from his gut. He gives his lips another lick and continues rocking his hips.] All you need to lie there and stay hard. Let me take everything out of you.

[His hips jerk involuntarily against Goro and his own hand, and Akira just makes a helpless mewl of sound, entirely lost in the sauce.] That's-- four...? [He is going to die being ridden like a horse, and he will die a happy boy.] I'm gonna die, Goro. [Dramatic.]

Is it? [He shows Akira a wolfish grin, the crown of his teeth peeking behind his lip. Leaning back he raises himself off him, the cock slowly dragging along his walls before slipping out with a quiet wet 'pop' sound] I counted three. [Lies. It definitely was four. Then, with a one quick thrust he slams down back on him with one go.]

[The sound Akira makes is easily a sob, even if he's not crying. He's shaking all over now, gripping his dick like his life depends on it, even as it jerks and drips through Goro's abuse.] Fine, then that was-- O-one more, fuck, please. [Oh he might actually be tearing up.]

Uhhuh. [Goro's own chest is raising up hard and fast as he's not even bothering to keep his breathing under control. He can feel the sweat prickling on his neck and making the bra straps dig uncomfortably on his hot skin. Strangely enough, the lingerie brings a whole new sensation of arousal to him. But even that is nothing compared to the effect that hearing Akira's begging has on him. The nearly tearful plead goes straight to his dick, which jumps in interest.

Instead of raising his hips, this time Goro gives them a quick roll -- seeking more of pressure against his prostate.] Say that again, Akira. Then I'll let you come.

[He has to pant for a moment like a dog, trying to catch his breath when it's long gone from him. His eyes glass over and he makes and holds eye contact with Goro, even if he looks lightyears away.] Goro, please.

[Good job on keeping the eye contact, Akira. Imagine! What if Goro would make good use of his threat and stop here, leaving him alone when he's on dangling so dangerously on the edge, grasping on his last lifeline. Fortunately for both of them, Goro is just as needy and desperate for release.

He gives Akira one last tight squeeze, clenching his walls around the dick.] You're so good like this. Needy and desperate, like a real slut-- ah, but alright. One last time, okay? [Then, he rocks hips forward, lifts himself up and drives them both home for the one last time.]

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