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[Their bodies slot in together like always, winding in together perfectly. It was almost as if they hadn't just been apart for almost two weeks. Burying his hand deep into Akira's messy curls he keeps pressing them closer together. Breathing in the others scent.]

..You really need to get a haircut. [He murmurs against Akira's temple, closing his eyes. He's missed you, idiot.]

[Akira offers a crackly laugh, nuzzling against him just to make his wild mane of curls wilder.] Yeah, I do.

[He draws away but not far, and he hasn't let him go, just smiling tiredly at him and bumping their noses.] You have any plans? I'm ready to curl up in bed and sleep better tonight.

[At first Goro almost doesn't let him move, pulling against Akira when he begins to withdraw. It's almost as if he fears for the connection and the tenderness they share at the moment to end from the slightest disturbance. But he won't hold Akira back, allowing him to lean away enough to look at his face.

For some, completely irrational, Goro's actually feeling somewhat annoyed right now. Annoyed at Akira for being able to look at him like that, like they had not just spent nine days apart after going through yet another traumatic experience. Goro knits his brows together, lips curling into a small sour pout as he looks at his boyfriend.]

I'd say you owe me more than just that.

[It throws him off a little, and he frowns, searching Goro's expression.]

...owe? [Are you guilty because you're how Akira almost got killed, or are you pissy because you were celibate for nine days, Goro?]

[Honestly? It's pretty much the both in this case.

Goro bites down on his lower lip, deepening the pout like a petulant child for a bit. He drops his hands, snaking them down Akira's arms to take a hold of his wrists. For a second or two he focuses on feeling the other one's pulse with his fingertips. Then, with a quick movement, he spins them around and pushes Akira back against their front door, raising their hands above their heads as he dives right in, pressing his lips roughly together.]

[Guy goes on a mental health trip into the wilderness for a week and comes back and his boyfriend has gone insane.]

[More insane.]

[Akira just watches him, registers he's listening to his pulse and almost shifts to reach and replace his hand against his chest, but he's spun around and pressed into the door, instead, sucking in a sharp breath as Goro further steals his air. He makes a quiet sound into the kiss, relaxing only slightly but returning the gesture with far less viciousness.]

[Goro's surprised by the force behind his own movements, too. This had not been in his mind for their reunion. But it's like his body has now a will of its own, moving closer to cage Akira against the flat surface of the door. He kisses him hungrily, drinking the other like a man dying of thirst, biting and sucking on the lower lip before moving on to attack his jawline with his teeth.]

[Akira isn't entirely sure what to make of it. It's-- nice, certainly. It's nice to be desired. He thinks a bit maybe his voracious libido had been in part due to him running away from everything with physical behaviors, but he can't deny that Goro clearly going after something he wants when that something is him is nicer than he expected.]

[It's not like Goro has never instigated before. It just feels new because he feels like he crawled out of a fucking cocoon of emotional instability about three hours ago. His hands flex absently, but he doesn't dissuade Goro's assault on his mouth and then his jaw. He hums, smiling, and angles his head to give him better access to his throat, if he wants.] I do have to go back to work at some point, and they'd look at me weird if I came in in a turtleneck in the summer.

[The grip on Akira's wrists tightens, the edges of Goro's thumb pressing hard on the bone.]

Shut it. [He growls at Akira, reaching up to actually bite on his earlobe. He pulls the skin, stretching it a bit with his teeth before letting go and diving back down to claim his price that is Akira's unsullied, white neck. This time he bends his right knee and presses it right between the other one's legs, making sure to add pressure on his crotch.

Oh Akira. He is going to eat you alive.]

[Oh, okay, this is how they're playing it. Startled, and immediately reminded how long they've been apart, the knee to his groin makes Akira's whole body light up like he's being electrocuted. He exhales harshly and his spine bows outward, rubbing against the knee and pressing his neck into Goro's mouth simultaneously.]

[He does, very much, "Shut it".]

[Yes. This is exactly how they're going to play it. Satisfied with Akira's submission, Goro hums against the tender skin under his teeth. Despite the rough and sharp bites he makes sure to move rather slowly. He takes his sweet time marking down the entire canvas of skin presented under him. Akira is definitely going to have to start looking back into that turtleneck fashion.

When he eventually reaches the collar of his shirt, Goro can't help but puff air out in frustration. Damnit. He really wishes he had some rope here.] Keep your hands up or I'll break your bones.

[And without much more warning, he lets go off Akira's wrists and brings his hands down on his chest. He wastes his no time sinking his fingers on the fabric of Akira's shirt, pulling it right up to reveal the chest beneath.]

[Akira keeps quiet, keeps his hands above his head like they're still pinned, and keeps his breathing as even as he can. Taking a full lungful of air still hurts a little on the left side, but he tries anyway when Goro rucks up his shirt. It catches and he winces faintly, hands curling above him and expression pinching.] Sorry, it's a little ugly.

[Another reason he'd left, actually. The tangled snarl of scar tissue between his third and fourth ribs is small, but still smooth and slightly raised. The shape is a little different then the initial wound, from them having inserted a tube to reinflate his lung, and the area is clearly sensitive. Whether that's a good thing or a bad thing remains to be seen.]

[It indeed is ugly and displeasing thing to look at. Another red mark left by someone else, ruining the perfect body. Seeing it sparks another flame of anger within Goro's mind, his grip on the fabric tightening. Part of him would want to tear it apart into shreds.

Red eyes flaring in anger and bending his back, he ducks down and latches his sharp teeth right on Akira's left nipple. As he bites down on the dusty pink bud Goro brings his right hand on the other one's belt, thumb sliding underneath the waistband.]

[Akira yelps, curling inward reflexively at the bite, and lowers one arm with a frown to lightly thwap Goro on the head.] Okay, time out-- don't get vicious with me like it's my fault I got fucking stabbed. [He's not actually mad, just startled and a little chuffed about it. Nips are sensitive, you demon!]

[Uh oh. That actually does make Goro stop. Without saying anything he withdraws away from Akira, taking a step to give him more room to gather his bearings. There's a mixed expression on his face. Anger, guilt, hurt -- all of them being reflected on his eyes as he looks into his partner's grey gaze.]

No. It's my fault. C'mon. [And with that he steps further into their apartment, heading towards the kitchen.] Have you eaten anything? There ought to be some leftovers in the fridge.

[His frown changes, and he doubletaps his steps to catch up, taking Goro by the elbow gently.] That's not what I meant. It was Gogol's fault, and I agreed to help you look for him.

[If Goro permits, he steps closer to him and puts his head against Goro's, nose just behind his ear.] I ate a little earlier, have you?

[Goro stops when Akira catches up on him, not refusing the touch nor the closeness. He feels bitterness stinging in his stomach. True, it had been Gogol who was ultimately at fault. But it had been Goro's own actions that had driven the madman into the corner, forcing his hand into the violence.

He pulls his lips back, the pout making its reappearance.]

I have. [Granted, it had not been much as he barely had appetite. Half of an open sandwich or so, but Akira does not need to know that.] But you are right. You've had a long day while traveling, let's go sleep.

[He tilts his head to kiss the shell of his ear.] Can you look at me a second?

[Goro tenses a bit when feeling lips to press against his ear. He sighs out heavily, the posture deflating a little as a sign of giving up. Then, he turns around so that he's facing Akira properly.]

[He levels him with a placid look, if tired.]

I love you, okay? It wasn't your fault. It was more mine than yours, but my nipples did nothing wrong here and don't deserve to become chew toys. [He fails at saying that with a completely straight face, a crooked grin crinkling the outer corners of his eyes. He skims his hands down Goro's arms to find his hands.] Have you really eaten? I can make us something easy.

[Ah. Here they go again. Akira's dumb joke at the end is, once again, enough to disarm Goro off his doubts and anger. He puffs air out and rolls his eyes out of frustration, raising his hand to swat Akira's forehead.]

Fine, you idiot. I apologize for such crude manner. It was not in my intention to actually damage. [Even if the desire to leave his own mark on Akira's body lingered strongly in his mind. He glances quickly at their joined hands before pressing to rest his forehead against Akira's shoulder.] It's fine.

..I missed you, too.

I'm admittedly a little more touch-sensitive in the area than usual. [Take that however you like, Goro.]

[He hums, fond over the statement. It's so much more to him to hear Goro say something vulnerable like that. He noses against his temple, crooning softly.] Can I make you something to eat, your avoidance of the question tells me you haven't eaten enough.

Mmm. [Goro lets out a quiet, almost soft sounding growl as he nuzzles against Akira's neck.] No. I don't want to eat.

[Akira chuckles, craning his neck to let Akechi bite if he wants.] Maybe not food, but you're certainly acting like you want to eat me.

[Surprisingly enough? Biting isn't in Goro's mind right now. It's almost as if the previous vigor and anger has escaped from him, leaving him weary and boneless. But there is one thing he's hungry for, -- has been hungry for nine days and more. Ever since he took Akira to hospital.]

I wonder if your body will even remember me.

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