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[chemex]

because i am a ho and i write a ho. this post will probably pretty exclusively be expiation shuake fuckery, no pun intended, and i'm leaving it unlocked solely so it can, if i'm brave enough, be used as bonus AC. don't be weird, i'm specifically making a separate post for nsfw content so nobody has to see it if they aren't looking for it.

anyway, cw for smut and a lot of kinks, some of which are probably poorly negotiated if discussed at all. you've been warned.

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[chemex]

You're hot.

[Immediately. And then he chuckles, rolling his hips and making a rough sound.] ...'s because we're connected, right?

[murderingjustice]

Tsk. You're an idiot. [returned right back at you, buddy!

It feels.. different. To be so relaxed despite having someone else inside. It's a good feeling. But in a different way.]

Yes. [...] I like it.

[chemex]

[Akira purrs softly, closing his eyes and shifting his hips to pull out partway, sinking back in slowly.] Me, too.

[murderingjustice]

Ah-a, Good. [Goro doesn't have energy to keep the sounds he makes in checks now, moaning loudly against Akira's neck.] You're the only one-- [another soft gasp.] who gets to have this. Be grateful.

[chemex]

I am, Goro, [His voice strains thin, and he moves his hips again, unconsciously this time.] Every day. Every moment. [He's shaking, the heat in his belly already pooling dangerously.]

[murderingjustice]

[In response Goro only tries to bury his face deeper in the crook of his neck, lips parted as he keeps on gasping and moaning with each thrust. He tries to clench his muscles around Akira to give him more pressure, but doesn't quite manage to do it efficiently like before. So, he just allows himself to stay relaxed, enjoying the feeling of the other bucking into him and sending warm, tingling shocks of pleasure to him. ]

How does it feel?

[chemex]

Swear I'm already close, [Breathlessly, on a roll of his hips.] 's perfect, you're perfect... [He's rambling, brainless, and his hips are moving a little faster.]

[murderingjustice]

Uhhuh. [His rambling actually earns a quiet laughter from him, the corners of his lips tugging into a shy smile. His heart feels heavy and warm. If he was more in touch with his feelings he might cry a little from all the emotions running through his mind. But he's far too emotionally stunned, leaving him only tightening his arms around Akira.]

I want you to come inside me. Keep filling me up and make yours.

[chemex]

[Akira might cry and he's certainly no more in touch with his emotions than Goro-- at least not properly. He's just overwhelmed, again, and feeling the spike of heat behind his navel pulls a high keen out of him.] Goro-- Goro-- [It's not nearly as rough or fast as Goro riding him had been, but he's scooted them to where Goro's back is to the tub and he's holding his hips still as he fucks into him, his breathing getting uneven.] Close-- so close.

[murderingjustice]

[It's nowhere near as rough or hard as their previous round, where Goro had pushed both of theirs boundaries to extreme. But that doesn't mean this isn't just as intense. Just in a different way. There's a whole bunch of other emotions running among between them, now that all the masks have been thrown aside. The way Akira fucks into him, frantic and mindless -- and the fact that Goro just allows it to happen, gladly servicing the other despite lack of his own arousal. It's all just somehow very raw and honest.

Goro tries to spread his legs as far as possible, wrapping them around Akira's waist so that he's clinging on him like a weird Koala.]

Fuck-- so good. [he moans, feeling a similar warmth pool in his own groin. Goro swallows his own saliva and speaks again, bringing more presence to his voice.] Do it, Akira. Come for me.

[chemex]

Ah, Goro, I'm-- oh-- [His movements get frantic and he grips Goro's hips tightly as he buries himself deep and wails softly, tipped into an ecstasy that is more sensation than production, the orgasm leaving him tingling but not really filling Goro. What of it there is is strong at first, but doesn't last, and Akira slumps against Goro as the throes of it leave him shaking, making soft wanton sounds against his skin.]

[murderingjustice]

[Goro can feel Akira's orgasm. The way his body jerks uncontrollably against his, the each tremble and the twitch of a muscle. The desperation and relief occuring at the same time. God fucking hell. This truly was a new bliss for him too. Akira certainly isn't the only one who's vocal here.

Whining quietly, Goro lowers his legs so that his feet touching the tiled floor, and just.. stays there. Meeting Akira's body weight with his own, breathing hard as their hearts beat in a synch.]

[chemex]

[Akira.exe has encountered an error and must stop all processes. His brain literally bluescreens and he just makes a sound, sated and stupid, uncoordinated when he moves his arms up to circle Goro's shoulders instead of gripping his hips.]

[He will fall asleep like this if not instructed otherwise.]

[murderingjustice]

[Fear not, passing out on a bathroom floor while still being plugged with a soft dick isn't exactly in Goro's kink bingo card. He waits for both of them to catch their breath, take a moment to come back from that intense yet tender lovemaking to the reality. The world catches up on them as their breathing even out, becoming much more calmer.

But when he notices Akira going too relaxed and quiet, Goro pats him on the back. The famous three taps finally making their entrance.]

Akira.. the bath.

[chemex]

[The taps get an immediate reaction, and Akira sits up with wide, if bleary eyes, taking a moment to focus on Goro's expression and posture. He relaxes only slightly when it doesn't seem like he's in any distress, and carefully moves his hands to settle against his hips.] Mmmn, yeah. [There's less mess, so he doesn't fuss about it as he withdraws from Goro carefully, clearly made of entirely sleepy bitch syndrome.]

[murderingjustice]

I'm fine. [He grunts, leaning against the warm bathtub. The pull out feels much less unpleasant this time. It's probably more of a testament to just how loose and soft he's become, like churred milk.

Idly, he traces his own hand down to feel around his lower abdomen right above the pubic area. It feels a little strange being empty of all the sudden after having filled for so long. Despite knowing better he wonders if he could feel the cum inside him if he were to press his stomach.

"I wonder how much I could take", the thought form in his head..a lazy smile forms on his lips as he hums, seemingly content.]

[chemex]

[Goro you weird little freak of a man. Akira watches him, concerned for a moment that Goro feels unwell, but that little smile is telling, and he chuckles, splaying his own hand atop Goro's.]

Do you need help getting up? [They're both a mess and need to get clean. ...nevermind that they're going to have to change the sheets before they can sleep, but that's a problem for future Shuake.]

[murderingjustice]

[What can he say? Pushing his limits is another challenge.

He looks up at Akira's eyes, hand shifting to entwine their fingers together.]

My ass is numb. [Meaning yes. Help him up]

[chemex]

[Akira gets a good laugh out of that one, scrunching his face and leaning forward onto Goro's shoulder a moment. He rocks backward onto his toes and moves slowly, but plants his feet and scoops Goro up.] Hold onto me.

[murderingjustice]

[The laughter is met with a displeased glare. Bro. He'll so rail you one of these days and you get to experience of the pleasure to be pounded until you go numb. Then they'll see who's laughing! Hmph!

Grunting, Goro reaches Akira's shoulders for support and let's the other to hoist him up.]

Shit... [The curse is hissed out when he feels his wobbly legs trying to hold his weight. He feels so weak, as if Akira had managed to drain all energy out of him.] Too bad we don't have somas.

[chemex]

[He isn't laughing at you, he's laughing with you, dingus. Goro Akechi saying something as crass as "my ass is numb" so plainly is funny, and Akira refuses to not celebrate his ability to do so.]

[He hefts Goro to standing, scooping under his arms and using it as an excuse to hold him when they're mostly upright.] Too bad, indeed. A good soak will have to do.

[murderingjustice]

Mmm... [Goro doesn't make a move to step out of the embrace, enjoying the tender closeness. Good job, Akira, you managed to fuck the fight out of him. But eventually the bath enthusiast Goro Akechi can't resist the temptation of the warm, soothing water.

He takes tentative, shaky step away from Akira and turns his attention to the garterbelt that's still decorating his hips. His stockings have slipped off already and they're probably lying around somewhere around their apartment. The frown on his face deepens as his fingers feel clumsy and uncoordinated when he begins to fumble with the small hook that keeps the remaining lingerie on its place.]

[chemex]

[Akira rumbles faintly when he notices Goro getting annoyed, shuffling close again and bringing his hands near the other's. It's a silent request to assist, but he doesn't just cut in and do it for him, either.]

[murderingjustice]

I got it. [He exhales an annoyed huff of air, lips drawing back into a displeased frown. He's not only frustrated with the thing but also feeling an embarrassment to creep up on him, heating up his cheekbones. Goro twists his upper body, trying to get better access to the damn thing. He manages to undo the hook, leaving him to struggle with the small zipper.]

Go grab towels for us, won't you.

[chemex]

[Akira nods, taking a moment to skate his fingertips over Goro's skin with a smile.] ...this was a really nice surprise, you know. You look good in everything but this really floored me.

[He leans forward and presses his lips to Goro's temple before drifting away to go get towels, and he's a little struck by how simple this all is. They're just... naked, and debauched, both of them, about to soak in a bath and then take a big fat nap. Together. Happily. His heart swells almost painfully in his chest, but it doesn't show on his face as he returns with towels, setting them on the closed lid of the toilet.]