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[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. ]

[Letting Goro set the pace to some extent by how much he permits Akira to move by way of bending his knees is about all the control he gets, Akira otherwise devouring him in short order with wandering hands, muttered words and kisses planted on his body in reverence. When his pants are open Akira wastes no time in reaching in to free Goro's own erection, immediately taking a firm grasp of it at the base and stroking upward, following with his mouth to press an open-mouthed kiss to the head of his dick.]

[It's almost startling how fast Akira is currently going compared to previous almost agonizing slow pace. Even if Goro tried he probably couldn't get the control from the other, unless he were to wrestle it for real, leaving him with no other option but to try follow Akira's lead. He quickly lifts his hips, so that the band of his trousers and boxers can be pulled down just enough to get his dick free. And before he even knows it Akira already reaches for it, stroking it into full hardness.

A sudden gasp leaves from his lips, unguarded, when Akira's own meet the head of his dick. The hot breath against the sensitive slit is alone enough to make him shudder and whine, toes curling behind them.]

[That gasp is melodious to Akira, and he hums, pleased, sinking forward to take Goro's length into his mouth. He hadn't specifically been planning to suck him off, but at this point his aim is a nebulous collective of thoughts that all converge on "making Goro cum" while thoroughly branding him as his own. This, certainly, seemed to fit the bill.]

[It's ok. Following intuition is more of Akira's style anyway. Coming up with plans, and different roles is more down to Goro's alley. He takes a deep breath when he sees Akira parting his lips so that he can wrap them properly around his erection sinks down. It's.. in a way very familiar sensation, as they've been in this position before. But it still manages to leave Goro vulnerable and open, uncertain what to expect next.

His fingers curl tighter around Akira's locks, not enough to pull but to give a little pinch.]

[Akira makes a pleased grunt of sound in the back of his throat, sending vibrations down the length of Goro's cock as he pulls back up on it, only to sink back and stay still a moment fully seated. He takes a moment to breathe him in before drawing back again, popping off the tip and pressing kisses to the slit.] Would you let any of them do this? [His voice is dropped deep in his diaphragm, the question soft despite its husky tone.]

[The vibrations against his dick makes Goro jump a little, hips shooting up as the sparks travel through his spine, warming up his entire body. Sorry not sorry if he accidentally choked you on there for a bit.]

--Fuck... [He whispers a curse pupils dilating when he sees Akira making his way down again, only deeper this time. Goro tries to hold an eye contact but it gets just too much and overwhelming that he needs to avert his gaze. Turning his head to the side, one hand leaves Akira's hair so that he can bring it to cover his eyes with it. Guess he hasn't developed that much since his first birthday blowjob.]

Do-- ah, [God, he sounds like he's already out of breath, wtf Akira.] Do what?

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This, [He breathes, and then swallows Goro down again, keeping his eyes trained on his face-- or as much of it as he can with Goro hiding like he is.]

[A strangled sound escaped from Goro's lips, when Akira drops down, taking his dick back into his mouth. Breathing through his nose, Goro bites down his lower lip and tries to think of a smart comeback. But the tight, slippery warmness of Akira's mouth pressing around his erection leaves him with only a few thoughts.]

I- I don't know. Would you let them?

[He rumbles a chuckle against him, drawing back again with a lewd pop of sound and blowing air against the wetness left behind by his mouth.] No, I don't think I would. Why do you think that is, Goro?

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