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[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.

[It's a starkly more tender comment than Akira was expecting, and it shows in the way his expression slackens slightly. He curves his body, then, leaning his head on Goro's opposite shoulder and wrapping his arms around his back to cage him firmly against his front.] No part of me could ever forget you.

[Goro leans his body against Akira's, closing his eyes in content. Yeah, this is exactly what he had been missing. Not just the heat of the passion, concentrated and unyielding lust -- but soft tenderness. The feeling of Akira, his pulse, warmth, taste and scent.]

How can you be sure?

Because I missed you too much when I didn't have you. [The summer he spent with the Thieves, running around conquering Jails... He had missed Goro's snark so terribly. His sass, despite himself. His devilishly sharp wit, his ability to adapt...]

[His fingernails draw idle patterns into the back of his shirt.] I couldn't. It'd hurt too much.

[Ah. He supposes that Akira did have to spent more time apart from him, than Goro without him. There had been a whole summer, several months worth of time between them for him. Unlike to Goro, who had woken up in this world immediately after Maruki's downfall.]

Idiot. How could you miss something you don't have. [He hums, voice soft and calm. After a brief moment, he pulls back from the embrace to look at Akira's face.] Then show me. How much you've missed me.

[He laughs, and the sound is surprisingly strong. A week ago, this conversation would have sent him spiraling and he likely would have started crying. Now, he only smiles.] It took me getting to spend time with you and not have the threat of the world looming over us to realize, but I've probably loved you a lot longer than I consciously knew.

[His eyes glitter, but with a spark of Joker's mirth. His grin pulls crooked.] You got it, Detective.

[Goro falls silent at that declaration, not sure what to think of the boldness of the other. He's already somewhat gotten accustomed to love confessions and does not react badly to them anymore, but Akira's words certainly did resonate with something in him, sparking the warm feeling inside his chest.

When had this started, indeed? Goro has wondered about it too. Since when did these feelings towards Akira start? Was it only after they had been able to stand here as equal, face to face -- like partners rather than just rivals. Had it been back in that lonesome February evening at Leblanc? In Boiler room?.. Or maybe even during the summer before.

But it matters not, he guesses. What's important that they're here, like this together.

Reaching out to take Akira's hands to his owns, Goro begins to take steps backwards. Leading them both to their couch.]

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