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[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?

[And the mouth leaves him almost as soon as it had descended. His dick, now leaking with precum, trembles lightly between them. Goro lowers his hand so that he can look at Akira. The red eyes are flushed and almost bewildered by the follow-up question. He knows the answer Akira is looking for here and Goro feels almost stupid walking right into this.

He parts his lips, and it seems like he's trying to answer him but ends up finding himself tongue-tied, mouth gaping at air.

Frown forms on his face as he turns his head away, breaking the eye contact.]

Just shut up.

[Akira just licks his lips, then ducks his head to lick a stripe, tongue pressed flat against the underside of Goro's dick, balls to tip.] Answer the question, Goro.

[It honestly takes a quite lot of self-control from him to keep himself from squirming or trying to snap his legs together. The attention on his whole being feels almost like a weight pressing against his chest, corresponding with the tightness he feels on his erection. And there's really no escaping this, except for playing along.]

Because you're selfish and greedy bastard who doesn't like to share his things! [He snaps quickly, voice coming with a little more force than he intended as the weight on him leaves, deflating like a balloon.] Because I'm yours.

[The initial response pulls another throaty chuckle from Akira, even though he shakes his head, and the second causes him to make a purring croon of sound.] Yeah you are. [And because he was prepared for this, maybe even planning it, he pulls a little bottle of lube from his pocket and coats two fingers, wiggling them at Goro.] Want more?

[Goro might as well be red as tomato as this point, both from embarrassment and arousal. At least that little outburst of his didn't really have any effect on his dick, which is still standing between them, clearly interested in whatever Akira's planning.

He peeks at Akira again behind his fingers, lower lip almost quivering.] If you don't make me come I'll fucking rip your tongue out and make you swallow it, you asshole.

[Akira just chuckles, immediately inserting one finger and taking the head of Goro's dick into his mouth again, briefly.] That's always been the plan, sweetheart. [And back down he goes, moving slowly in time with his finger.]

[The finger slides in with such easiness that either his body has grown accustomed to Akira, or then Goro's been practicing this by himself. Well whichever it is, it sure seems to be working. Goro parts his lips and sighs contently when the ever so familiar sensation returns to him. The stimulation from being penetrated, along with the hot wet warmth tightness that Akira's mouth and tongue swallowing and stroking his cock, makes his thighs tremble and gut twist in pleasure.]

Ha-- ah, [He keeps moaning softly, and tries to rock his his hips along with Akira's motions.]

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