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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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[chemex]

[The grind startles him, and Goro will get to feel in real-time the way he stiffens under the contact, pressing back against his ass as Akira's eyes nearly roll back in his head. A small, unguarded sound bubbles out of him and he reaches up further again, grappling to find the jut of Goro's hips. He allows his chest to heave with labored breath for a moment, skin flushed and mouth open, before he holds Goro's hips still and grinds up against him.]

Take everything you want, it's already yours.

[murderingjustice]

[Oh. Goro's not sure which one is worse. The cheesiness of that line or the way it managed to tug his heartstrings there, bringing a faint blush on his cheekbones. He swallows air, eyelids lowering so that he's watching Akira under his long lashes. The press of the hardness against his ass cheeks and the upward thrust makes Goro to exhale long and deep. He's starting to get hard as well. He can feel the way lace rubs against his own cock as the organ tries to stand up in a rather small confined space. Suddenly his mouth feels dry.

Goro leans forward, catching Akira's lips with his own. It's not a deep kiss, more of a lick of a tongue than anything.]

Then. Do you remember what was your first job?

[chemex]

[Akira is already a mess, so Goro's definitely got the upper hand, here. He makes a sound that could easily be classified as a mewl against Goro's lips, nodding, and fumbles his hands to tug upward on Goro's sweatshirt.] Undress you, yeah?

[murderingjustice]

[This must be a new record for Akira, then. Goro hums in approval and taps Akira's lips with his own. His fingers reach out to comb through the dark hair, pulling and massaging his scalp in process]

Yeah. Whenever you're ready?

[chemex]

[He warbles a vague sound that isn't words, lost in the sauce. He slides his hands upward against Goro's ribs and lifts at the sweatshirt that way, dazed and most definitely giving him that horrible lovestruck gooey expression, except it's also extremely horny so maybe it's okay.] Never quite ready for you, I don't think. You surprise me.

[murderingjustice]

That's why I'm your rival. [He presses one last kiss on Akira's lips, sucking in any quiet sounds that he might be giving. Then, he withdraws, pulling away against the lifted sweatshirt and slipping through it. When the piece of clothing is off him Goro straightens his back and sits up, giving Akira very good view of the bra he's wearing.

The cups are on the smaller size, which is why he hadn't bothered in stuffing them with anything. His nipples are hard under the soft fabric, poking through just slightly. Now that he's sitting there, top laid bare and revealed, Goro can't help but feel a tingling excitement spreading over his limbs, making his breath fast and airy.]

[chemex]

[Akira wasn't even remotely prepared for what he was coming home to when he answered that text message, holy crap. Goro will feel the way he squirms under him, his dick absolutely jolting in interest at his parnter's exposed, yet hidden chest. The bra is simple, and his mouth hangs open as he trails a hand up the plane of Goro's chest to the top of one of the cups, tracing the lace. Biting his lip without realizing, he shifts just downward to circle one of his nipples, pupils blown impossibly wide.] Fuck, Goro.

[murderingjustice]

[The touch makes his breath hitch, sending shivers down his spine. He can't help but twitch and press his upper body to meet the hands cupping him. His nipples aren't usually this sensitive. It must be because of this whole get up, with the bra coiling around his chest, adding extra pressure on his body. Or perhaps it's the way Akira's looking at him.]

Do you like it? [He asks, voice softer than intended]

[chemex]

[The response earns an unguarded groan of sound from Akira, and he closes his eyes to take a deep breath and exhale, taking Goro's nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pinching, gently. He shifts his hips to further inform Goro that yes, he does, very much like it, opening his eyes halfway to look at him with a gaze that shows barely a fraction of how much he'd like to devour Goro whole.]

[murderingjustice]

Nnnh.. [Goro moans softly behind closed lips. This time he can feel the shivers running down his spine, reaching all the way to his stomach where the familiar hot feeling is starting to pool. He, too, is getting fully hard and it's getting almost uncomfortable in his tight panties.

Goro looks silently at Akira, red eyes surrounded by dusty pink flush that reaches to his ears. He takes deep breath through his nose, bats his eyes closed and rocks his body forward. ]

[chemex]

[Akira had forgotten for a moment that Goro was likely wearing something sultry on his lower half, too. When he rocks forward, Akira's hands find his hips and he rocks back, nothing but the towel keeping him from being fully exposed. His hands climb upward and hook into the waist of Goro's sweats, and he can't quite keep his hips still.]

S'm'thing under here, too? [The question is breathless, dropped deep in his chest.]

[murderingjustice]

[Once the fingers finally leave from his chest Goro releases the breath he's been holding, along with a whiny moan. Fuck, he's not only hard but also feeling his hole to clench around nothing as Akira's cock keeps rocking against it. ]

Shit. [He groans. The thought of just rutting against Akira until they're both on the brink of climax is so tempting. But good things come to those with patience, as they say. Goro opens his eyes and looks down at Akira with hooded eyes.]

Do you dare to find out?

[chemex]

[Listen, Akira's dick is probably already leaking against the towel, he's impossibly hard and into this. He swallows, meeting Goro's eyes and nodding, pulling down on the band of his pants.] Lift up, beautiful.

[murderingjustice]

[They're such pathetic losers, aren't they. Goro nods slowly and does as he's told, lifting his hips so that he isn't leaning his weight on Akira anymore. The band of lacy garter belt is already peeking underneath the sweats.]

[chemex]

[He gasps at the revealed lace, and slowly pulls his sweats down as far as he can get them while he's still on his knees.] Fuck, I am learning so many things about you and me both right now. You're so hot.

[murderingjustice]

[The pants don't go too far down, but enough to reveal the more detailed lower part of the undergarment. The silky white fabric covers his sides, leaving the central part with semi-see through lace. On top if there's decorative garter belt, hooked on pair of stockings. Oh, and then there's his very obvious hard-on, pressing against the front of the underwear.]

Is that something you're learning just now? Should I be offended.

[chemex]

[He makes another wordless sound, this one guttural and terribly wanton, and he shakes his head, dropping it back against the mattress behind him.] Do not ask me to explain myself right now my single braincell is in the head under the towel, not the one on my shoulders.

[murderingjustice]

Aha, that so? [He huffs out a laughter and sits back, rocking his ass against that mentioned head.]

What should we do about it, then?

[chemex]

[He allows himself to just moan, writhing beneath Goro for a moment and curling his hands into fists around the fabric of Goro's pants.] Depends on-- nnh. If you want me to come on this towel or inside you.

[murderingjustice]

Are you really that close? [As if Goro wasn't aroused beyond the reason himself. He reaches down to grab Akira's wrist, leading the hand up to touch the lace covering his lower abdomen.]

You can still remove one part of clothing. Which will it be?

[chemex]

Not in immediate danger of it but could be easily persuaded, [His tone is clipped, but not in irritation-- he is so ungodly aroused right now. His hand goes where directed, and he takes a moment to focus his attention on the lace, tracing it with his fingers. It really was pretty, even outside of being on Goro. It made his skin look tanned, as starkly white as it was, made shadows on it look darker, made his waist look narrower in comparison to his hips.]

[He licks his lips, biting the lower again.] Will you be annoyed if I ask which you'd prefer?

[murderingjustice]

[The fine hair on the back of his neck stands up when Akira traces after the lacy pattern. He really has to hold himself back from bucking his hips up and directing those fingers to his already weeping cock.]

Maybe I hoped our practice at the casino had given you enough self-restraint. [Goro summons another smug grin to his lips, despite his disheveled state.] This is for you, Akira. So you can't just throw it back at me.

[chemex]

Mmn, and one day you'll get it through your thick skull that I get more out of seeing you happy than you realize. [One hand slips under the band of the pants again and back, this time, grabbing a handful of ass and squeezing.] But I want to see more of what you're hiding, so pants off.

[murderingjustice]

Hah. [He moans, body tensing up when his ass is being grabbed. Yeah, more of that please. He doesn't offer answer to that first bit because ew? We're about to have sex, sir! Let's keep mushy feelings out of it. So, he reaches down to unhook the garter belt's strings off his stockings and then leans forward, hands placed on Akira's heads both sides to make it easier for him to slip the pants off.]

Then do the last part of your job.

[chemex]

[He keeps right on squeezing dat ass until Goro maneuvers so he can rid him of his pants, and the stockings make his own erection under his towel do another interested leap toward the very ass being revealed. Akira groans softly again, dropping his head back flat against the mattress to take a breather.] If I die tonight know I died a very, very happy man.