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[chemex]

because i am a ho and i write a ho. this post will probably pretty exclusively be expiation shuake fuckery, no pun intended, and i'm leaving it unlocked solely so it can, if i'm brave enough, be used as bonus AC. don't be weird, i'm specifically making a separate post for nsfw content so nobody has to see it if they aren't looking for it.

anyway, cw for smut and a lot of kinks, some of which are probably poorly negotiated if discussed at all. you've been warned.

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another ho here, reporting for duty!!

[murderingjustice]

[The idea had came to him from Akira's reaction upon seeing his Halloween costume. It had given Goro the last reassurance that he needed before trying something like this. Being forced to wear a maid dress for a Halloween festival is one thing but going his way obtain a more... racy, set of clothing on his own unprompted is another. But once the idea was on his mind it was hard to ignore.

So, about a week after the Halloween Goro put the plan into action. He, somehow, managed to order a set of simple white lingerie from Rin's Tailor Shop, without being overwhelmed by the embarrassment. God, how does he miss being able order things from online. Such a luxury would make these things much easier. Well, anyway! Once collecting his purchase he makes his way to their shared apartment to try it on.

The top looks a little odd against his flat chest. His form is just a tad bit too broad and hard, making it look somewhat awkward. The lower part, however? Aside from the obvious bulge between his legs, it actually looks good? The lingerie is only flattering to the round shape of his ass and narrow waist. Goro observes is reflection a bit from the mirror, not quite sure how to feel about the image looking back at him. He looks good, there's no question about that. But still, there's a small sting of conflict within him.

But oh well. Since he's gotten this far there's no way he'll give any room for doubt to take root. So, he pulls sweat pants and a loose shirt over the undergarment and checks his reflection again. Good. You can't really see the outline of the bra through his shirt, not unless you knew to look for it. Good. Now that everything is ready, he reaches for his tablet to send the text to Akira.]

once you get home i want you head immediately to the bathroom and wash yourself. understood?

[chemex]

[Excuse you what reaction! He was very well-behaved. If you consider absconding to probably rub one out behaving, at least.]

[Anyway he might be a little stupid. He looks at the message for a while, processing it, and wedges his nose into his armpit to make sure he doesn't Actually Stink. He's starting to think he sweats coffee at this point, so Goro's command falls on confused ears.]

any particular reason?

[murderingjustice]

because I prefer to have you as clean and hygienic as possible, idiot.

[chemex]

[Goro's specific use of the word "have" catches in one of the folds of Akira's brain and he trips over it like a clumsy child for a solid fifteen seconds.]

OH
you're propositioning me
oh my god

[murderingjustice]

[Oh god what an idiot. Goro really does wonder sometimes that why he finds this dumbass so attractive.]

glad you finally caught up.

you act like the idea of me doing so is unheard of.

[chemex]

i'm at work and trying to keep the horny for my partner to a minimum!

[What he doesn't say is that it's unexpected every time. He's always startled-- it's nice, but he's still unused to active advances.]

[murderingjustice]

well now you have something to motivate you to work faster. let's say, if you manage to make it home in less than 10 minutes after your shift I'll gift you with a surprise.

I'll be waiting.

[chemex]

[The charm attempts to make words of the verbal keysmash of sound he makes and he crams it away because excuse you, sir, he will not rise to your challenge!!]

[Who the fuck is he kidding he's lucky he isn't navigating the rest of his shift with a raging hard-on. He does get jumpy and self-conscious for the majority of the rest of his shift, distracted and bothered while trying his hardest to focus and not be plagued with thoughts of whatever Goro is planning, but he also books it home when he leaves and busts his way through the door with a scowl.]

You did that on purpose to rile me up, you tart.

[murderingjustice]

[Blame your own one-t, horny mind, Akira! Goro's just here giving you encouragement, that's all. Except, yeah. He did it on purpose to get Akira hot and bothered at work, hoping that he'd have just right kind of energy and aggression to spend at home.

But when Akira gets home he's just reading a book on their bed, not even bothering to lift his gaze from the text.]

Did what exactly?

[chemex]

[He puffs his cheeks out and just points at him.] Nope! I am taking a shower as was recommended to me by a nefarious little crow. And if said nefarious little crow has specifics required of this cleansing ritual he'd best make them clear!!

kjfkjf oops

[murderingjustice]

Mmm. [He hums, seemingly very unbothered by Akira's frustration. He turns a page and finally lowers the book enough to reveal a pair of mischievous red eyes.]

You have five minutes. The time starts now. [Oop, better get going!]

[chemex]

[You are so lucky he is irreversibly horny for you, Goro Akechi, so lucky. He huffs out a rush of air and storms off to the bathroom, taking a fast but thorough shower. He focuses on what he imagines Goro will pay most attention to-- his hair, which he washes quickly and throws a smidge of conditioner into to sit while he scrubs the rest of himself down. He takes a moment to ensure his nethers are quite clean, and wastes a precious thirty seconds trying to decide if he should be attempting to put his fingers in his own ass in case Goro has some kind of absolutely insane concept in his head.]

[The weirder part is that he's not sure he'd say no, as evidenced by the fact that he wasted so much time considering the option. In the end he simply scrubs, his skin tinged faintly pink when he turns off the water, and doesn't completely dry himself off as he exits the bathroom with a towel draped loosely around his hips. His curls drip onto his shoulders, and the smell of his shampoo follows him out in a cloud, never quite overpowering the constant scent of coffee.] Fast enough for you?

[murderingjustice]

[Meanwhile Goro is definitely enjoying this. Pushing and bullying Akira around while knowing very well that the other will comply with his whims. At least he's not really taking a time here, so if Akira goes past the 5 minute timeline he doesn't notice it.

He waits Akira, laying on their bed, pretending to be too captivated by the book he's reading to pay proper attention to Akira.]

Quite. I couldn't finish the chapter yet.

[chemex]

[Akira himself is pretty lucky he hasn't popped a boner in sheer anticipation of whatever is about to go down, so he doesn't overmuch mind Goro's attention being kept on the book. It's annoying, sure, but he knows he's doing it on purpose.] Oh, should I wait, then?

[His hand pointedly fiddles with where the towel is wrapped at his hips, knowing it's within Goro's peripheral vision.]

[murderingjustice]

Actually, if you don't mind. [He hums, turning another page. Yeah. He's being annoying on purpose, hoping to rile him up even more.]

But you don't need stay standing. Come, sit down. [He pats the empty spot next to him]

[chemex]

[God why does he like this rat!!!! He skulks on over and flops, pointedly putting his (wet) head on Goro's shoulder.] What are you even reading.

[murderingjustice]

[Because you're simp, Akira. That's why.

Goro shifts a little under him, trying to prevent Akira from feeling the outline of the brastrap under his shirt.]

Michel Foucault's Madness and Civilisation. A text which focuses on analyzing the evolution of the madness in philosophy, art and politics. It argues that the concept of "madness" is something that is artificially created by the man and thus a way for society perform its power. [So basically boring philosophy, don't worry about it. Goro flips another page, but instead of resting it behind his head he reaches down, fingers trailing along with Akira's bare hip bone.]

[chemex]

[He's settled on the round of his shoulder, luckily, and Goro's shifting helps to ensure he stays away from feeling the garment. He yawns pointedly at Goro's drawn-out explanation, shaking his head just enough that he tosses droplets from his hair.]

Booooring. I got all cleaned up for you, are you just gonna read all night?

[murderingjustice]

[He wrinkles his nose when the water drops lands on his face, but still refuses to take his eyes off the book -- despite it being pretty clear now that he's not actually reading the text but just rather staring a same paragraph.]

Maybe this was just a my plot to get you shower. [He teases, as if that truly ever was an issue with Akira. The fingers now slip past the towel though! Following the sharp curve of the hip bone all the way to his lower abdomen and to his pubic area, feeling up the hair down there. Teasing, teasing.] But if there is something else you'd want maybe you should go ahead and just take it?

[chemex]

I shower when I get home anyway, [He frowns at him and cants his hips upward, quirking an eyebrow.] I'm not the one who went to the effort of sending a suggestive text to land us here, so I think I'll leave that part to you. [Don't entice him and then expect him to act for you, buddy.]

[murderingjustice]

I see. [Is he disappointed that he couldn't get Akira riled up enough to toss the book from his hands and rip his clothes apart? Maybe a little, but not necessarily surprising. Akira hadn't exactly shown aggression of any kind during their previous times so guess it only makes sense he'd be reluctant to take Goro's bait.

Maybe some other time then. Goro lowers the book and discards it to the side, not caring about marking the page he was at. Then, he pulls his hand away from Akira's crotch so that he can flip on the mattress and settle on straddling his thighs.]

Let's do it this way then.

[chemex]

[He's really not an aggressive person, so that's something Goro would likely have to request ahead of time for Akira to psyche himself up to. He's much more intent on being gentle and being a service top than anything truly controlling. Does that mean he doesn't have a possessive streak? Absolutely not. But without prompting he isn't likely to be aggressive.]

[Though it is a bit of a rebellion to specifically see Goro vying for something and deliberately deny him just that. He oofs softly when shoved over, and his towel drapes just so that the half-chub he's building is outlined. He grins, settling his hands on Goro's thighs immediately.] Someone's feisty today. I like it.

[murderingjustice]

[They're both lucky that Goro's rather impatient when he gets in the mood and would rather abandon the fruitless efforts than play the long game. Besides, he's been wearing the undergarment for over an hour already. While they're not exactly uncomfortable, he still would rather move on and reap the seed of his hard labor (haha, hard).

Goro grinds against Akira's groin, leaning ass against his dick, feeling the half-hard erect pressing against his cheeks.]

Mmmnm. Well, I suppose I can't complain either. I like seeing you beneath me.

[chemex]

[He affords him that, his grin sharpening.] I bet so.

[He has made himself intimately aware of the feel of Goro's ass since he's been granted permission to handle it, so when he presses his hips up to rub back, the fabric of the lingerie is Strange, and Akira's brows pinch. He slides his hands up his thighs and out, running his fingertips curiously against the partyline. He looks up, expression questioning. Got something to share with the class, Goro?]

[murderingjustice]

[Oh. Despite his best efforts Goro's heart skips a beat in nervousness when Akira's fingers find their way to his thighs, right on the outline of the lingerie. Luckily, though, he manages keep his poker face, grinning his usual all-knowing shiteating grin down at his partner. Placing one hand on the mattress for the support he leans his back, pushing his chest up a little so that there should be now a faint outline of the bra visible under his sweatshirt.]

Something on your mind?