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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]

[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.]

[chemex]

[So Goro's definitely a closeted shoujo manga fan, got it.]

[Akira watches with a prideful grin as Goro's spent cock slowly fills back out with interest, rolling his hips and pressing on his neck as he's been, giving him a chance to pull in air when he eases back, but shortening the amount of time he's given to do so each time.] You like this?

[murderingjustice]

[We both know he's misplaced Utena-character.]

I-- [Goro begins, only to have his airways cut off almost immediately leaving him with a dry, croaked grunt. When he's given opportunity to exhale again, Goro closes his eyes and breathes deep. He waits a moment to make sure that another squeeze isn't going to interrupt him.]

--- I would like it more... If you stopped teasing. [aka, yes. He likes it very much]

[chemex]

[He just chuckles.] You came so much the first time..., Wait it out a little, it'll feel better. [We'll pretend I remembered to write in him wiping off his face so he's not sitting here with dried cum all over his face and hair.]

[He does reach between them with one hand and pop the button and zipper on his pants open, allowing his dick to rest atop Goro's as he rocks, creating some sweet, sweet friction.]

[murderingjustice]

[Miraculously vanishing cum!

When the sound of zipper pulled back down reaches Goro's ears, he opens his eyes just enough that he can peek under his lashes when Akira lines his cock against his own. His appearance and built is something he's never really felt insecure about, as he knows he's pretty gorgeous (he puts wayy to much effort for that), but having their cocks placed against each other like this really highlights the difference in their size. Fucking Akira and his stupid horse dick, really.

The friction earns a strangled moan from him, his own erection raising back up ever so slowly but surely. Goro tries to swallow, but the pressure on his throat prevents it and makes the saliva pool on his mouth, dripping slightly from the corner of his mouth. So, yes. He's literally drooling.]

[chemex]

[At least Goro didn't see fit to actually call Akira out on his size, he's actually remarkably shy about being hung like a fucking horse. At least he knows Goro has the... erm, capacity for it, and seems to enjoy the challenge.]

[Akira licks his own lips and lets up on Goro's throat just enough to let him swallow when he feels him attempt the motion, stroking two fingers along the sides of his throat to encourage it. He gets a hell of a thrill out of watching him drool anyway, loving reducing the prim and sophisticated Goro Akechi to a drooling mess in a way only he will ever see.] Tell me what you want, babe.

look, actual choking icon.

[murderingjustice]

[A wet, gurgling sound erupts from Goro's throat along with motions of fingers. He manages to swallow the saliva gathering on top of his tongue, followed by a strained cough as his Adam's apple moves against the pressing fingers. Hot tears form over his misty eyes, threatening to fall off.

He's starting to feel a little light-headed from the lack of proper air, making it hard to think straight. What he wants? He wants more. For Akira to kiss him. To have him impale him with that dick of his. To wreck him completely. But he can only think of one word]

T-Tighter.

how tf did i miss this in my inbox

[chemex]

[It sends an electric shock down his arms from where the sound weakly reverberates through his palms, and Akira feels the hair on the back of his neck stand up and he shifts. It's hard to balance, because he doesn't want to move his hands from Goro's neck yet, but he also wants to get more going on in their southern hemisphere, but he manages. It's a bit of trial and error, shifting his hips and poking around with his dick, but when he finds a good angle to just barely press the head of his dick against Goro's entrance, he puts pressure on his throat, too.]

listen,.. sometimes feelings triumph the smut

[murderingjustice]

[Goro's eyes shot wide open, and all of the sudden his senses go blank. Eyes drawing white and ears muffling down any sound. The blood is now gathering on his head, is entire face turning into rosy color. It's a small miracle that, now with his circulation is blocked by the stern fingers around his neck, his cock is standing up hard and full of blood, already leaking with some precome.

And as the hold tightens so does Goro's body, his flight-fight reflexes kicking in. The tension makes his hips buck up and back stretch in arch, bending like a bow. His grip on Akira's forearm getting tight and harsh.]