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Wow, rude. [He nips one of his knuckles, just slightly.]

[He hums, keeping his lids half-closed so Goro can't look at his eyes immediately. From the way his cheeks dust pink, he's a little embarrassed about Goro's words.] ...poetic, from you.

[The slight flush of embarrassment on Akira's face makes Goro grin almost victoriously. He pulls his hand free from the other's hold so that he can wrap both of his arms around Akira's neck, pulling his face closer to his.]

From me? Should I take that you don't believe in my literacy skills?

[Akira rumbles a soft little laugh, compressing in how he sits on him so he can burrow into his shoulder.] Given you immediately paraphrased Hegel upon meeting me? Not in the least.

Good. [Goro hums and tilts his head to the side, giving Akira more room. His own hands begin to travel down the other's back, fingers mapping and tracing down the subtle feel of muscles through the shirt.] I bet your unsophisticated ass didn't even know who Hegel was back then.

Not in detail, but I knew the name. [He kisses down the column of his neck, shifting his hips forward in the meantime. He doesn't grind, but the intent is potentially clear.]

Heh. What an idiot. Sometimes I wonder how did we even end up here like this. [He jokes, pulse quickening under Akira's lips as his heart begins to beat faster. Goro's hands reach down on his hips, shifting to slide down along with Akira's legs, carefully moving towards his thighs.]

Me too. You're so far out of my league it's unreal. [He sets his forehead against the juncture of Goro's neck and shoulder, just breathing against him and watching his hands against his legs for a moment. When they settle against his thighs, Akira shifts again, pressing his lips to the dip between Goro's collar bones, then further, to whatever extent Goro's shirt allows, and when it stops him, he bites, gently.]

[Goro's shirt's collar is buttoned up until the highest button, meaning that Akira doesn't unfortunately get to go far down without working on his shirt first. But nonetheless, Goro's breath hitches softly at the bite. As a retaliation he brings his own hand to cup Akira's crotch, feeling the other with his palm up.]

How fortunate for you. I doubt you would have ever gotten out of the inn room on your own.

[Akira makes a terribly wanton sound against Goro's throat, rocking his hips into that hand and then rumbling like a giant happy cat.] Says the guy who hasn't held down a job here, [His tone is teasing, farther back in his throat than it would be without Goro's hand where it is. He sits back, skin stained pink and pupils wide, smiling at him.] Can I take off your shirt?

[Okay, just that earns Akira a quick firm squeeze on his front.] Out of deliberate choice, mind you. [Goro had done his best to avoid getting involved with the everyday dealings in Aldrip, believing that if he refused to take part of the community he could still somehow manage to keep the same resolve as he had back at home. Oh boy, how wrong had he been. All it took was a life together with Akira, filled with intimacy, affection, fights and casual, slow life for him to waver.]

Yes, you may.

[Akira wheezes softly at that squeeze, legs tensing against Goro's, and it breaks off into a breathy laugh.] I'm just giving you shit, you know I don't mind. [He nips again, gently, at his throat.]

[Permission granted, he raises his hands and starts carefully undoing the buttons of Goro's shirt, taking care with each and relishing in the exposed skin as he travels downward.] You're so beautiful, sometimes I can't stand it.

[He knows Akira isn't being serious here but he doesn't necessarily appreciate hearing it. It makes him feel like he is being a burden, leeching off on Akira's labour. Call it insecurity, if you will.

Goro huffs air, resuming to stroke Akira rhythmically as he unbuttons his shirt. Once the wildcard is far enough with his process, Goro brings his free hand to grab Akira's wrist and guides other's hand to touch the old bullet wound on his left lung, only barely missing his heart.]

You think so, truly?

[His expression withers, but only just, and he splays his hand flat against the marred skin.] Yes, [He breathes the word carefully, leaning back into Goro's space to kiss below his jaw.] I hate the cause of this. But it's part of you, and it proves your tenacity against fate itself.

[Oh.

Goro blinks, a faint shade of raising to color his cheeks. It'd be a lie to say that didn't tug some of his heartstrings. The scar on his chest was a source of conflicting feelings for him. It was both reminder of his failure, but also something that would keep reminding him of his own resolve. Of his free will that he had fought so hard for and given his life for. So far, he had tried to make sure to keep them hidden from Akira's eyes -- believing them to be nothing but unpleasant to his partner. They had enough trauma to go through without having a visible reminder looking at them.

So, when Akira leans back into kiss, Goro closes his eyes and leans his head back. Then he let's go of Akira's hand and brings it down to join his other hand in task of undoing the other's belt.]

I wish I could say the same about yours. The idea that someone else left their mark on you fills me with rage.

[Akira hums, the sound becoming a low chuckle, and nips at Goro's jawline.] I gathered, from the earlier assault on my nipple.

[Dexterous fingers make quick work of his own belt, but he leaves the rest to Goro, instead linking their pinkies.] ...I got careless, this last time.

I was merely entertaining your masochistic tendencies. [Goro pouts a little at that, brows pressing down in a small frown. Once the belt is undone he reaches to hook his fingers on the waistband of Akira's boxers. But then his task is interrupted and attention demanded elsewhere.

Biting down on the inside of his cheek Goro watches their joined pinkies.]

How childish... [He murmurs, ducking his head to rest it against Akira's shoulder] I will paint the clown with his own blood for this.

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Guess we both learned that my nipples aren't as masochistic as the rest of me, then. [His grin is positively Cheshire.]

[And then he chuckles, nosing sideways to press his lips to Goro's temple, squeezing their joined pinkies.] One of us has to know how to have fun. [He's quiet, mouth quirking crooked, and shrugs gently.] Tell me so I can go along.

[Goro hides his frown from Akira as his lips curl into a sour pout.]

I will not make a pink-promise with you, idiot. [And in protest the turns his head enough to nibble at Akira's collar bone, but yet he does not pull his hand away. He doesn't want let Akira go anywhere near the clown ever again. The thought of allowing the other join him in his revenge filled crusade settled badly in his stomach, twisting and turning his guts unpleasantly.] Besides, you do not want to see what I am going to be doing to him.

Wow, rude.

[He wiggles their pinkies.] I wasn't, anyway. I just wanted your finger. [He nuzzles his way behind Goro's ear, pressing his lips there lightly.] You'd be surprised. Watching you get all murdery is kinda hot.

[The light, almost shy brush of lips against tickles against his sensitive skin, sending a wave of pleasant shivers down his spine.]

That so? [Goro laughs, voice dropping lower from before. He moves his free hand back on Akira's thigh, sliding his fingers up along with the subtle muscles until he reaches the groin, tips teasing the fabric on his boxer's] Tell me more, if you will.

[He chuckles, the sound entirely from his diaphragm, and his breath shakes when he exhales.] Move your hands a little inward and you'll get a better idea than words. [He's not wrong, but goddamn Akira, you horndog.]

Oh? [Goro licks his lips, fingers climbing up to pull the waistband, hooking underneath it. Still not quite touching where they both want]

You scratch me and I'll scratch you, is that not how it goes? [He hums, finally pulling his other hand away from Akira, disconnecting their joined fingers, so that he can bring his hand to rest against back of the other's neck.] Tell me. And I shall reward you.

[A crackling laugh bubbles up from his throat and he smiles, all teeth and startling sincerity despite their risque behaviors. He leans forward and seals their lips a moment, murmuring against Goro's when he pulls back just slightly. He's still smiling, so kissing is actually a little hard.] I missed you so fucking much.

[Drawing back further, he leans back on both his hands and his smile turns sly. From Goro's face down to where Akira's hips meet his, grey eyes travel slowly, and he licks his lips.] You don't show your truest self to many people. It's special, it's dangerous. You're vicious and determined, with a sort of blind confidence that borders on actual insanity... [His eyes slide back up, meeting Goro's.] The fact I never know quite what to expect keeps me on my toes.

[Goro closes his eyes as he pulls Akira closer with his hand, welcoming the kiss. The roughness of the second one drags a suffocated whimper out of him. Out of pure reflex, Goro bends his legs and spreads them so that Akira might have more room to shuffle closer. His body has missed this so much, already yielding to the other's movements and demands.

And just like promised, Goro moves his fingers inwards. He slides then along the soft fabric to greet the hardness between Akira's legs, feeling and cupping the outline of the dick through boxers.]

I see. And how does that all make you feel?

[Akira exhales, his whole upper body flushing a deep scarlet, and rocks his hips into Goro's hand, biting his lip with a soft groan.]

You keeping me on my toes, or your hand on my dick?

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