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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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[murderingjustice]

[There is a knowing smirk on his face when the redness deepens on Akira's face. Meanwhile he isn't necessarily crass or vulgar with his words, he doesn't have any issues with talking about bedroom activities in a blunt manner.

But speaking of blunt things..

Goro nudges himself up a little, propping himself with his elbows to avoid adding too much on his neck as he cranes forward. His tongue darts out to give the tip of Akira's cock a lick, slowly swirling around the head before wrapping his lips around it, suckling it tentatively.]

[chemex]

[Akira settles his weight back slightly, still up on his knees but making it easier for Goro to get to him without straining. His hand threads into his hair at the back of his neck and he rubs there, gently.] Just get a taste, okay? I have bigger plans for you.

[murderingjustice]

[The red eyes look up to Akira's, raising a rather defiant glare. You know what? He decides to be bit of a bratty, just for this.

Goro pulls back from Akira's cock for a briefest moment, flattens his tongue against the underside of the shaft as he pulls his lips over his teeth and dives right back in. One arm quickly snakes around Akira's waist, pulling him closer as he works the cock into his throat, stopping only when the other one is fully seated. Then, he begins to suck with all he has. You know, just to defy that little order there.]

[chemex]

[Akira just exhales, having sort of expected such defiance, and gives himself a handful of seconds to enjoy the sensation, despite himself. He lets Goro get good and comfy, gives him time to really taste, and then grabs a fistful of his hair and pulls, dragging him backward off his dick.]

You'd do well to listen to me tonight, Goro. [His voice is deep in his chest, gravel from arousal, but still and cold like ice to make the point known.]

[murderingjustice]

[Akira really has to drag Goro off him, because the latter isn't letting go easily, despite the burn on scalp as his hair is pulled. He tries to keep himself still with the help of his arm around Akira, but the fight only lasts for a few seconds before he needs to give in to the other.

When pulled back, he releases the cock from his mouth with a lewd 'pop'-sound, lips red and debauched. He looks almost drunk when he looks up to meet Akira's eyes, his tongue stretching out to give cock in front of him one final lick before a grin sets on his face. This time, the tone of the command goes straight to his gut, making electric shocks spark around his body - waking up the arousal again.]

Or else? I imagined you'd want make me gargle with your cum to erase whatever Narukami-san had left.

[chemex]

Like I said, I have bigger plans for you.

[He doesn't so much release his hair as he tosses his hand out of it, the momentum likely to knock Goro back over, and he takes his other hand and gently squeezes the base of his own dick.] Besides, Yu's a great kisser. I wouldn't want to completely deprive you of the memory just yet.

[murderingjustice]

[Goro doesn't push back this time, letting himself to be thrown back on the mattress. His tongue gives his lips a quick lick and macks them together, as if to savour the taste.]

Is he now? [Oh uh. Goro's really been teasing Akira here, intentionally looking to provoke these reactions. But he hadn't given a serious thought about whether he was good or not. Akira pointing this out does catch Goro's attention.] Has he caught your interest, then? You two have a lot in common.

[chemex]

[Akira chuckles, tucking himself back into his pants-- the strain on the fabric is much more visible, now.] You keep asking me if I'm interested in others.

[He throws his weight over Goro, arms above his head and knees on either side of Goro's thighs.] No one will ever compare to you. And I'll prove that to you, come Hell or high water.

[murderingjustice]

[Goro raises a curious brow when Akira tugs himself back in. Buddy that seems pretty counterproductive if you ask him!]

Why wouldn't you be. Especially since Yu, [he clicks his tongue at the name, smirking up at him as he settles on top of him] is a good kisser. Doesn't he use Personas the same way you do? He's tall and good looking, right? Calm and friendly. Gets along with children and small animals. I wouldn't be surprised if you have been thinking of him

[chemex]

[Akira veritably pounces on him at that point, pinning him down and immediately stealing his words with his mouth in a bruising kiss. He lingers, biting at his lips, and only raises himself away enough so Goro can see the severity of his expression.] You quantify as a Wildcard yourself, Goro. Why are you trying so hard to push me off on someone else?

[murderingjustice]

[There's a small sound of protest when Akira attacks him with his mouth, nearly devouring him with the force and intensity alone. Goro tries his best to keep up with the pace, biting back when he can, one hand raising up to grasp on the fabric of Akira's shirt sleeve.

He looks back at Akira, flushed eyes peeking underneath the messy hair and long-lashes. ]

I'm not the same as you. [It's all he manages to answer.]

[chemex]

You aren't. You're my rival, and I love you. [He says it easily, without hesitation, even if then he huffs a sigh and flops to lay on top of him.] Even when you try your best to make it impossible.

[murderingjustice]

[Goro presses his lips into a thin line and averts his gaze when Akira lies on top of him. His hand lingers in mid-air for a short moment before he brings it down against the other's back.]

That's not what I meant, idiot. You three are special. You and Kotone are heroes of your own stories, and I'm certain if asked Narukami-san probably has stories of similar impressive, world-saving feats. [They are the Wildcards, meanwhile the flames of his own potential were distinguished way too prematurely. By his own hand.

Goro closes his eyes. He's very aware that this topic will kill the previous mood, ruining the fun they've had. But just like always, he just can't stop himself from pressing on.] ...Why did you watch me kissing others?

[chemex]

[He shifts, bonking his head into Goro's chin.] You're special, too. Yeah, we collect them like weird demon rolodexes, but you're the only one who inherently had two.

[He sprawls oddly to look up at him.] ...because I want you to feel the amount of love you deserve, in part. But also because I'm a fucking horny shithead.

[murderingjustice]

[There's no answer to the first part, only wrinkling his nose in disapproval.

He used to think he was more special before. But then came Akira with his merry band of misfits, who knocked him off his high horse. And even after that came Kotone, revealing that she, too, had once had Loki in her collection of Personas, unintentionally hurting his fragile sense of self-worth even more. He's always behind these wildcards, and their ridiculous abilities. ]

That you are. And a fool if you think there was anything close to even resembling love involved in any of those. [He huffs in a slight irritation, but then opens his eyes to meet Akira's eyes.] Are you still hard?

[chemex]

[Goro you absolute twit of a man. Akira just chuckles fondly, squirming and flopping to his side at Goro's last question.]

Not in the sense you're thinking, but love all the same. And what do you take me for? A little feelings jam isn't gonna break this diamond. [Akira please.]

[murderingjustice]

Tsk. You're the only one who thinks that. [Considering that aside from a few cases (Yu and Kotone, namely) his kisses had been more of a fight, as both parties had wanted nothing but get away from the situation.

Goro clicks his tongue and rolls his eyes, wrinkling his nose further.]

I am getting tired of being only one who's in state of undress. It's getting cold.

[chemex]

And I'll keep right on thinking it. [He kisses the underside of Goro's jaw.]

[And then his expression turns sly, and he sits up, shifting to sit on Goro's thighs.] Yeah? I did say I had plans for you.

[murderingjustice]

[Pouting, Goro tries to nudge his head to the side to redirect the kiss as a sign of disagreement. He doesn't quite manage it, landing Akira's lips right below his ear. But that's all he has to say about that topic for now. He'd much rather leave this diversion and get right back on where they left.]

You did. And I see little happening. [There's a clear challenge in his voice as he speaks, eyes lingering maybe a little too long on Akira's front where the bulge is quite prominent against his thighs. Goro forces his eyes to look up at Akira, brows pressing down on a serious frown.] But. If you are serious about claiming me, you need to do more than just fuck me. Tie my hands and pull my hair if you must, because I will not give in that easily.

[He's into power play. Who'd guess.]

[chemex]

[His pupils blow slightly wider at the suggestion, and his mouth quirks into a slight, sharp grin.] Yeah? Is that a request, then?

[His hands skim up Goro's bare torso, over his chest and up past his collar bones. If Goro doesn't stop him, he lets them come to rest at the base of his neck, thumbs crossed over one another.] I know making you submit won't be easy..., That's why I want it.

[murderingjustice]

[Goro's heart races within its' cage on his chest as Akira begins to to trace his hands along his body. The touch tickles a little, making him squirm a bit when the fingers travel past his sides up to his collar bones.]

It's a challenge. [He breathes out, liking his lips. A heat wave washes over Goro's face when he feels the ever so gentle pressure on his throat. He swallows air, trying to pretend that the hinted danger doesn't do a thing for him.]

Do your worst.

[chemex]

[At the lack of protest, Akira slides his hands forward until the curve of his thumb and forefinger slot against Goro's throat, and he puts gentle pressure there.] Mmmn, we'll work up to that.

[murderingjustice]

[Underneath the fragile skin his pulse throbs hard against the fingertips. The red pupils stare up at the grey orbs, wide and waiting -- the hunger seeping through them.

Honestly, it'd be lying to say that he hadn't thought about this. Though, in his fantasies their roles were usually reversed. Back in Tokyo, after their duel mementos especially, he had often wondered what it'd be like to wrap his fingers around that slender neck and squeeze, feel the life fleeting out of him ever so slowly.

Yet... This position doesn't come across unpleasant. It's almost intoxicating.

Goro raises his own hand to graps on Akira's elbow, his own fingers brushing over the bone. A small gesture of reassurance before letting out a hoarse whisper.]

Do it, then.

[chemex]

[Akira is well aware of his own masochistic tendencies, and had always been curious about Goro's, if he had any... Putting the slightest amount of pressure against his throat, his smile slowly grows when he realizes yeah, yeah he does.]

Patience, pet. [Carefully, and with a remarkable amount of grace, he rearranges himself, one leg at a time until he's seated behind Goro's naked ass. In the motion, he is certain to put no additional pressure against his throat, until he's settled in his new position. Surging his hips forward, he adds pressure against Goro's throat in time with the motion, shifting into a rocking motion where he presses his again-trapped erection against Goro's ass and puts pressure on his neck in waves.]

[murderingjustice]

[It's not really the pain itself that Goro finds himself attracted to, but everything around it. The battle over power, the danger of destruction, the cruelty of one's passion and love. They all make his very core shake from the excitement, his toes and fingers curling up. Is it weird that even his already once spent-dick is waking up to this scenario? Probably.

He shoots Akira a confused look at first, but does move his body along him to help the other settle back to between his legs by lifting his hips accordingly. Goro half expects Akira to use his flexibility and bend him forward so that he'd be folded in half-- but instead he's met with a familiar pressure against his ass, teasing him.]

Nnnhh. [He whines ever so softly, trying to buck his own lower body against the hardened cock, to feel more of it. His hole might be twisting around nothing. How mortifying. But luckily, Goro doesn't have time to be embarrassed about his body's involuntary reactions, as his own attention is demanded on the fingers curling around his throat, pressing down and slowly blocking his airways. Goro gasps for air whenever he can, stiffed croaks slipping past his lips.]