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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]

[The fingers curls around Akira's messy locks, gently pulling his hair to give him a small sting on the scalp.]

How so? Don't tell me you're carrying heated pads in your pocket.

[chemex]

That'd be convenient, wouldn't it...,

[He angles himself to set his chin against Goro's body, looking up at him with a lazy smile.] Hi.

[murderingjustice]

[Goro settles on giving Akira a sly smile. Fine, keep your secrets and so on.

When he turns to look up at him, Goro retracts his left hand from Akira's hair, bringing it to cups his face. A curious thumb moves along his cheek, sliding along the smooth skin to the corner of his mouth.]

What are you thinking?

[chemex]

[He just hums a moment, closing his eyes.] It's pretty quiet right here.

[murderingjustice]

Yes, I believe everyone is still at the shooting range. [it is a little amazing how none of the ruckus from there reaches the safe haven that they've found themselves in. There's is only quiet sound of a bird singing in the distance and soft murmur of the spring. ]

It's not a bad spot.

[chemex]

[Akira draws his arms up around Goro and squeezes him, briefly, rubbing his face into his stomach like a cat.] 's nice, to be here with just you. [He is trying to prevent impure thoughts.]

[murderingjustice]

[Oh, Goro can tell what you're thinking. Or trying not to think. His hand slides from cradling Akira's cheek to his chin, fingers mapping around the shape of his jawline as he tries to keep their eye contact.]

I can tell that.

[chemex]

[He rumbles another hummed sound, one Goro would feel more than hear, and blinks slowly like a cat.] What are you thinking...?

[murderingjustice]

[There is one of his signature smug grins on Goro's lips as he continues feeling Akira's skin with his fingertips.]

You. [Simple as that. Akira has his full, intense focus right now. The red eyes look down at the grey ones, studying the depth of them, paying attention to any subtle changes in his demeanor, from the heartbeat to tone of his breathing.]

[chemex]

[Immediately, Goro will see the way his pupils expand. He pulls his lower lip into his mouth briefly, then rubs it against his upper, and lets heat creep into his skin with an oddly shy smile.] Yeah? Tell me more.

[murderingjustice]

Uhhuh. [There's a low hum from him, clearly appreciating the sight. The hand in his hair curls tighter around the dark curls and pulls him back, craning his neck dramatically backwards to expose his throat.]

Are you sure? I'm more fan of an actual demonstration.

[chemex]

[Akira exhales when Goro pulls his hair, and his skin stains a darker flush when he's pulled back. His throat bobs when he swallows, and he grins crookedly.] Yeah? I didn't say you had to use words.

[murderingjustice]

[Goro bites down at his lower lip and keeps pulling with his hair, forcing Akira to bend his back backwards. It's nothing too drastic and there shouldn't be discomfort. Yet anyways.

Moving forward himself, Goro looms over Akira. He really prefers this position to their previous one, but what's new? Nothing quite like a little violent dominance to get Goro Akechi going on. He does remember how Akira had looked with the gun in his hand.

... though, Akira had reacted very differently.]

Are you certain. [bruh, you just had a panic attack.]

[chemex]

[His breath shakes, but the flush to his skin only travels and darkens, his pupils blown wide as he smiles at Goro through his lashes. Shifting, his arms circle Goro's shoulders, around the back of his neck, and he picks up his legs one at a time to set them over Goro's thighs.]

I want you to give me something else to think about, Goro.

[murderingjustice]

[--Oh. It's good that despite his rather lean built Goro is fit enough, having enough strength both in his back and legs that he can support the sudden weight placed on him with Akira clinging on him like a koala. He lets go of Akira's hair and wraps both of his arms around him, bringing their bodies tight together.

There is a small pang of guilt nagging in the back of his mind, reminding him just who's fault the whole thing was and-- oh. Yes, something else to think about does sound like a good plan. And well. If Akira's certain

After a brief of hesitation, Goro pushes forward, making them both fall of the rock Akira had been sitting and land on the pile of leaves on the ground. He doesn't give the other much time to adjust before latching his teeth on the tender skin on his throat, sucking and biting.]

[chemex]

[Akira sucks at processing his traumas, and he's aware of that. He'd much rather move on from them and replace the thoughts with something warmer, something--]

[The leaves crunch softly under their weight and he laughs, instantly laying sprawled and prone for Goro to assault his skin however he sees fit. He rumbles a sound that is oddly like a purr, rocking his hips back and forth until his positioning allows him to raise one leg between Goro's, rubbing gently with the crest of his knee.]

[murderingjustice]

[Goro is, for all intents and purposes, aiming to leave a visible mark on Akira's skin. Right below his ear, making hiding it a bit more difficult task. While he knows that his partner absolutely wouldn't mind, but Goro always gets a small second-hand embarrassment from leaving lovebites and other bruises. After all, it shouldn't take a much from spectators to count two plus two is four and realize the culprit behind the hickey.

But right now, Goro doesn't care to think that far in the future. Now, he just wants to feel Akira struggle beneath him as he assaults his skin. And since he's the one who's on top, he gets to set up the pace for them. And of course he's going to choose, rough and fast.

The knee brushing against his thigh earns a quiet and surprised whine from him, sending shivers down his spine.]

[chemex]

[Akira absolutely in no way minds having marks. For one, his hair is shaggy enough at this point that it nearly covers where Goro is assaulting, and for two, if anyone does see, not only are they looking pretty closely, but it gives him an excuse to surreptitiously celebrate his sex life.]

[There is basically no one who knows him who doesn't know he and Goro are fucking.]

[He grins at the whine, rocking his leg on his toes so he rubs incessantly at Goro's thigh, humming.] I don't want to remember anything but your name.

[murderingjustice]

[The teeth nip the soft skin, traveling all the way to Akira's Adam's apple. A mean urge to bite on it hard is strong, but Goro decides against it. If he's going to inflict pain on Akira he might as well make sure it's something that other might like. So, instead he flattens his tongue against it, licking a long, wet stripe along his throat.

It doesn't take a long before he runs out visible flesh. So, he pushes himself up on all fours with his hands, keen red eyes looking down at Akira with anticipation.]

Then.. How do you want me?

[chemex]

[Being that he's already worn so thin from his poor reaction earlier, he's glazed and blissed out just from the kissing, body lax and eyelids half-closed as Goro sits up to assess him.] Hmmm..., how do you want me to want you? [Oh he's a little stupid.]

[murderingjustice]

[Goro's own cheeks has already gained some rosy pinkness on them, making his already flushed red lips pop up even more as he keeps eyeing Akira. He shakes his head before leaning his lower body back, seeking for more friction against his thighs.

He truly is an idiot, yes.]

You can't first say that you only want my name in your mind and then throw back the question at me, idiot. [affectionate.]

[chemex]

Seem to already have, [At Goro's seeking, Akira provides more friction easily, starting to roll his hips so the motion of his leg follows a wider area, and it's already a bit of a lewd pantomime.]

[Abruptly, he stills, taking Goro's hips.] But if I have to choose... ride me.

[murderingjustice]

[Following Akira's lead Goro lowers his hips, rutting himself against the body underneath him. For a a brief moment he rocks their bodies together, before he's forced to stop by Akira's hands.

The request isn't necessarily an unpleasant one. Being on top of Akira is his preferred position out of all lewd things they've tried so far. But.. he is a little nervous about their location.

While Aldrip has definitely gotten warmer during this month, and snow has melted for the first part. But as long they'd be done before the sun goes down they ought to be safe. And they are secluded area enough..

And then there's the other matter.

Goro sits on Akira's lap, straddling his thighs properly ]

I do like your dick but not enough to take it raw and dry. Unless you have something to help with that on your person?

[chemex]

[When met with the rocking of Goro's hips, Akira's voice crawls its way up out of his throat unbidden, a soft groan nearly drowned out by the moving water beside them. He gathers himself when Goro stills, though a deep flush has colored most of his visible skin. He grins when questioned, squirming just enough to reach into the coin pocket of his jeans. From it, he produces a slim squeeze-pack of-- it may well be lotion, but it's a suitable lube alternative.] What do you take me for?

[murderingjustice]

[The pupils dilate at the sight of the small pack Akira provide from within his pocket. Then, with a quiet and amused scoff he shakes his head, gripping Akira's jaw with his fingers.]

I take you for shameless, insatiable pervert. Who knows maybe you were planning this all along. [He sneers, rocking his hips in rhythm to match the each punctuation of his word. Trying to coax those wonderful sounds again from him.

With his free hand, Goro begins to unfasten his own belt and undo his trousers.]

Do you want to do the honors?