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[Goro reaches out to brush some of Akira's front hair off his eyes, looking into the clear grey eyes. While he thinks that the glasses do suit Akira, giving him a little unpolished look and ragged attraction, Goro vastly prefers him without them. Akira's eyes must be his favorite part of the thief, after all.]

Hmmm.. [He hums, leaning in to press his lips against Akira's.] I suppose that is warranted. I do not perceive you as a threat.

[Akira would falter in his dom daddy character if Goro were to voice such things, so it's good he keeps them thoughts. He hums back when their lips meet, and rumbles a chuckle between then.] I'll have to see about finding a sewist to make me a replica of Joker's costume for the days that you do.

[They reach the bedroom, and Akira carefully counts the steps to the bed in one fluid motion puts Goro down and cages him to the mattress with his body, looming over him.] Goro, do you remember what we discussed if you don't like something I do? [Wow his voice dropped to gravel just now.]

I can recommend you a tailor. [He speaks against his lips. The person running Rin's shop was a quite adequate, they had been able to make the last garment he wore to their bedroom activities. But the implication for Akira to don in Joker's costume in this context? Yeah, that truly does something for Goro, deepening the blush as his heart skips a beat. He really shouldn't be too into the idea but still.

Goro lands on the bed with a soft "oomfh"-sound but allows himself to be manhandled to his place, crawling further in the mattress to give Akira more room.]

Yes. [He answers, the overgrown brown hair forming a halo around his face as the hooded red eyes keep peeking at the other behind the bangs.] Three taps. Like always.

[Another pleased rumble at the suggestion, and he grins at their joined lips.] I'll take that to mean you like the idea.

[Akira's expression is unreadable for a moment, but severe-- intense. A slow smile spreads across his mouth, lips pulling away from his teeth in a possessive, predatory grin.] Remember that, because I won't stop otherwise. [And he dives downward, trailing kisses along the column of Goro's throat and slipping cold fingers under the hem of his shirt.]

[Well, it seems like Akira isn't the only one who's into cosplaying and costumes. Who would've thought! (now, if he only could find red spandex and have Akira dress up as Red Hawk..)

Goro stretches his neck on the bed along Akira's kisses, his heart hitching a little as he anticipates feeling the sharp edge of teeth crown against the tender neck.] Ah--, you think you'd finally be able to push me into using it? I don't think so. [But he still swallows air, feeling shivers travel down his spine as the cold fingers make contact with his warm skin.]

We need to get you gloves.

[Say the word and he'll make it happen, Goro. ~~I'll get it for him with bonus AC tho--~~]

[Goro was right to anticipate bites, though Akira does take his time getting to them. He peppers down to Goro's collarbone and back up before nipping the soft underside of his jaw on his way back down, and then biting his collarbone a little harder.] Mmm, do we? I do like the feel of leather.

[The scrape of the teeth makes his skin go on a goosebumps and his breath hitch. He moans quiet "careful"-when his sensitive flesh is being teased with a danger of bite. With his body heating up under Akira's wandering hands Goro is starting to feel like he's wearing too much clothing. It had been chilly day so he had decided to wear a collared shirt underneath one of his wool-vests. The fabric was being irritating against his body, working as an unnecessary restriction.]

Leather is good. [Goro hums, still keeping his voice in check.] I'll refill your entire wardrobe if you want me to.

Hmm, not all of it, [Softly, with another bite to his collarbone.] I would sweat too much in warmer weather.

[Picking up on Goro's discomfort, Akira extracts his hands from under his shirt and instead moves to unbutton his vest, taking his time with each button.]

Ah-, [He whines quietly and closes his eyes, frowning slightly at the bite. Meanwhile the rational part of him wants to chastise Akira to be mindful of not leaving any marks, the lizard brain beyond the reason is enjoying the thrill.]

I know, ah-, I know how to dress up according to weather, thank you. I have seen you wear my clothing before. [As if it didn't go both ways, tbh. Seeing that they were roughly around the same size, it was just so easy to grab a closest shirt to wear at home.]

Akira. [He says impatiently, hands griping on the other's forearm as he's being undressed. Too slowly.]

[If Goro is displaying his collarbones to the masses in the middle of winter they have more problems than Akira biting them, tbh. He's being gentler on areas that would show, but-- well. He wants to make sure Goro will see the marks later.]

[His lips quirk and he shrugs, the whole motion fluid and lackadaisical.] It smells like you. [He undoes another button.] Goro.

Of course it does. [He huffs as he exhales deep, eyes still screw tightly shut. This is the part he always finds so frustrating, he knows Akira likes to take his own time, watch him squirm as he teases him.]

Do you need help with the buttons?

[Akira just keeps grinning, shaking his head.]

No sir. I just like taking my time with you. [Verbalizing Goro's frustrations.]

Hm. [Of course he does. Well, as an answer to that, Goro raises and bends his knee, aiming to brush it against Akira's thigh.

Does that inspire you more?]

Shhh, patience is a virtue. [He finishes with the buttons and spreads the vest open, trailing a finger down the front of his shirt, instead.] Layered well. Must be something worth uncovering beneath.

[The knee keeps stubbornly brushing against Akira's thigh. Is he trying to urge Akira on or distracting him? Maybe both! Conflicts and paradoxes are Goro's salt and sugar.

The redness deepens on Goro's cheeks, blooming into a full color. He opens his eyes just enough that he can peek at Akira's grinning face under his hooded lids, trying to find the character to slip into here.]

Might be. Do you dare to proceed and aim for the treasure?

[Silly Goro, you don't have to slip into a character. Akira will love you no matter what you present. When he peers up at him through his lashes, Akira sits back on his haunches just a bit, pointedly rubbing his thigh back against Goro's knee as he does, and licks his lips.]

The treasure is mine already, I'm just waiting for the right time to seize it.

[Goro's hands slide along with Akira's forearms as he sits back, all the way down to his wrists, loosely curling around them.]

Careful. [He warns, adding more pressure to his knee to bring more friction, hoping to feel the outline of the other's dick through trousers.] There might be traps hidden. You wouldn't want to be caught in one and have your plans ruined.

[Akira's wrists turn and his hands grasp Goro's right back, his eyes positively alight with the challenge.] We both know you don't want me to be careful.

[And feel he very much will-- whatever Akira had worn out to the mistletoe gathering had been carefully selected so it wasn't overly visible what heat he was packing, but a well-placed nudge of Goro's knee has him more than aware that Akira's full attention is on Goro, currently.]

[Which is to say, he's hard enough to cut diamonds in there, how the fuck was he hiding that. Somehow he doesn't flinch, but his gaze does drop from Goro's eyes to his seeking knee, and he shifts his hips to grind downward against him, just in case he wasn't sure.] Find something you like?

The warning is more for your sake than mine. [Goro teases back, but doesn't put up any protest when his own wrists are grabbed. Yeah, he likes it when Akira's possessive in bed. Surprise surprise.

When his knee makes contact with Akira's hard-on, he makes sure to take his own time to feel it properly, slowly brushing himself against it.]

Akira. [He moans, voice sounding almost like a whimper.] I want you.

[His whole person becomes feline and predatory, his grin curving his whole posture.] And you'll have me, pet. Or I'll have you, at the very least.

[He rocks his hips against Goro's knee again, bringing his hands, whether Goro releases his wrists or not, back to undo the rest of his shirt and drag his palms down his freshly exposed skin.] I'll eat you alive.

You better. [Goro allows Akira get to back to his task of undressing him, his own hands shooting up to hook around the other's neck. There is a slight shiver when his skin is finally freed from the prison of his clothing. The air feels a little chilly after the previous warmth, making his nipples stand out.

That and also because he's turned on af.] Make me forget that I ever kissed someone else, right?

[A faint snarl escapes him unbidden, and he ducks down to nip gently at the corner of his jaw. It won't leave a mark, but Goro will most certainly feel it.] You'll forget you're anything but mine.

[The red eyes blink at the statement, his gaze deep and almost uncharacteristically fond. Akira better be grateful and appreciative for all steps and leaps they've taken in their relationship. On couple months prior, Goro wouldn't have tolerated such words, opting to react with scorn, and maybe even with violence. But now? He only exhales deep and slides his fingers inside Akira's shirt through the back of his collar, nails scraping and the skin lightly.]

Please.

[He rumbles a hum at the scraping of Goro's nails against his skin, sliding his palms to the juts of his hips and massaging, gently. He starts a soft mantra, every so often just muttering "mine" as he peppers kisses and bites along Goro's skin, down his chest until he shifts to start to undo his pants.]

[Goro swallows air, adjusting his position a little as Akira begins to shower his upper body with affection. Now that the other's focus was elsewhere, Goro opens his eyes, feeling his heartstrings pull at each repeat of the mantra, leaving him speechless for a moment. It's strange how one can feel so heavy and light as feather at the same time...

And as Akira goes down on his body, so does his hands travel up from the back of his neck, all the way to on top of his head where he grabs handful of curls. Goro bends both of his knees, parting them to give Akira more room to work on the belt of his pants. It's a relief when he feels them getting undone and button popped open, as he's been feeling pretty uncomfortably tight there for a quite while too. ]

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