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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 cries out in a deep staccato through the entirety of his release. It's intense, like always, but still somehow more intimate than his previous ones. The touch of tongue does manage to prolong the longevity of the orgasm all while the hands milk him empty. It's so overwhelming that Goro feels like he's about to cry.

And once he's done, he collapses on top of Akira, boneless and exhausted. The nip on his sensitive flesh earns a sob from him. Then, clumsily he tries to pull himself away from Akira and flop on the ground to lie next to him.]

[chemex]

[Knowing Goro sometimes needs space, even pretty immediately after these sorts of things, Akira reaches out to grab hold of him and help deposit him to lay prone beside him, then recoiling all but one hand (the clean one, thanks), which he uses to stroke through Goro's hair.] Hey.

[murderingjustice]

[There's a few pearls running along the back of his neck as Goro keeps trying to even out his breathing. The ground feels cool and nice against his body, a straight contrast to Akira's heat.

He doesn't reject Akira when he moves closer and touches his hair. But he still avoids making an eye contact with the other, feeling how the embarrassment flushes over his face and colors it with dusty pink.]

..Hm. [Yeah. That's the only reply you get from him now.]

[chemex]

Sorry, kind of spontaneous. [He rolls onto his side, mindful of his own erection standing like a flag, and pointedly bends one knee to angle it out of sight. His focus is wholly and entirely on Goro, at present.]

[murderingjustice]

...Yeah. [He nods quietly, bringing his own hand against his forehead as if to try shield his face from Akira. Then he falls quiet again, unsure how to form his words. He might be coming down from the high, but he hasn't crashed hard enough yet to be locked away in his own mind yet.]

I didn't.. hate it. Quite the opposite, actually. However, [He swallows, cheeks burning bright] let's not do it again.

[chemex]

[Suddenly self-conscious, Akira nods, his face also staining pink.] 'Kay. Sorry, I should've asked.

[murderingjustice]

That's not the problem. I did like it. [Perhaps a bit too much, even. He's gotten so used to sex at this point that Akira playing with his ass didn't subdue him like that and leave him a sobbing mess. The issue lies with the rational part of his brain -- making him feel embarrassed the moment he stops thinking about what had happened.]

I do like it when you do things like that, surprise me and push me into new heights. That's not the issue here.. It's just me.

[chemex]

[Akira frowns, thoughtful, and shakes his head, using his hand in Goro's hair to press his face so he looks at him.] The issue is never you. Not to me.

[murderingjustice]

[Goro in turn bites down on his lower lip, refusing to look at Akira's eyes for a while. He can tell that if he continues this path it will derail them for good, ruining their intentions. So, with a sigh he rolls to sit up, and eyes at Akira's half-clothed state.]

I want you to undress.

[chemex]

[Akira watches him, not quite frowning, but there's a slant to his features that makes it a near thing.] ...Goro. [He sits up with him, sliding his hand along his arm to reach his elbow.] I-- will, but. Talk to me a second.

[murderingjustice]

[Goro himself was just about to unbutton his own shirt. It was rather awkward to chill here with only his ass bare and wet. But he stops when Akira reaches for his elbow, coaxing him to raise his gaze to meet the grey eyes.]

About what?

[chemex]

[He opens his mouth, stops, closes it again and drops his gaze. "About what?" in this situation was as good as a "Leave it alone, Akira", and it makes his skin crawl.] ...mmn, nothing, I guess.

[Scooting back, he takes a moment to school his expression and posture before shedding his shirt.]

[murderingjustice]

[Yeah, Goro notices the slight change in Akira's posture. It stings just as much him as it does the other, making Goro bite on the inside of his cheek for a bit. But since Akira seems to agree to drop the subject for now. Good. If Akira gets to go without addressing his trauma triggered by a gunshot, Goro gets to go without addressing his own self-loath.

He goes back to undressing himself, unbuttoning his shirt and kicking off his pants along with his shoes. Then, with shirt hanging loosely on his frame he scoots closer to Akira, pushing him back so that he can climb on his lap.]

Did you still have the lotion?

[chemex]

[This is why they both crash and burn and why Akira keeps having Fucking Meltdowns, but it's. Fine,]

[He supplies the sachet of lotion wordlessly.]

[murderingjustice]

[They're both so inherently bad at this. Goro accepts the lotion and squirts some of to his fingers, reaching down to between their legs to grab Akira's cock. With slow and careful movements he begins to rub the member, sliding his hand up and down.]

Do you want to lie down while I ride you?

[chemex]

[He can't help the reaction he has to the contact, but he's glad for it, anyway. It's a distraction.]

[Which, he'd been the one to ask Goro to distract him in the first place, hadn't he?]

[His body curls forward toward Goro and he makes a startled, wanton little sound, his dick absolutely taking precedence for having been neglected for a while there. He reaches out and grasps Goro's shoulder, gasping as he processes the question, rocking his hips into Goro's hand with an uncertain nod.]

[He forgets to actually lay back down, though.]

[murderingjustice]

[Seeing Akira to react positively to his hand motions brings a smirk on Goro's lips. Good, this is good. Hopefully, they'll be able to move past the hiccup they just had and focus on what came here to do.

He keeps pumping Akira's dick, making sure to give the head a rub with his thumb, moving his body along. Rocking together in the same rhythm. It's fine if Akira doesn't want to lie down. He can ride him fine just like this.]

Are you ready? [With a whisper Goro lifts himself up so that he can guide Akira's cock in his hand right underneath his hole. It's.. admittedly going to be a bit of a tight fit. After all there's only so much that a tongue and single finger stretch him.]

[chemex]

[Akira makes a sound best described as a mewl, absolutely quivering now that he's back to getting sexual attention. It clears his mind to a blank state, which-- is probably good, for Goro's aim to ignore the emotions they threatened to delve into. He squeezes Goro's shoulder, warbling.] S-should, do you-- won't it hurt,

[murderingjustice]

[Lucky for them that Akira is such a horndog, huh.

Goro rocks his hip back and worth, making the dick slide along the cleft of his ass.]

Hah. You couldn't hurt me even if you tried. [He lets out an airily laugh. Then, setting his hands on Akira's shoulders he takes a deep breath and lowers his body on dick beneath him. It admittedly takes more push from him than usually to get the head breach his rim, but once it makes through his walls open and welcome Akira in.

Goro inhales sharply and leans his upper body back, trying to adjust himself into a more comfortable position. It's tight, for sure, but the rim job and the previous orgasm did loosen his muscles enough that it doesn't really hurt. There's a burn, sure, but it fades as the dick is pushed further in.]

Shit.. I---, fuck. Akira. You feel bigger.

[chemex]

[Akira sucks in a sharp, hitched breath, because-- hadn't he? Just before, hadn't he pushed too far, overstepped his boundaries like he always did? Wasn't that hurting him? Luckily-- at least for Goro --the sensation of being engulfed in a tighter squeeze than he's used to takes precedence over his mental turmoil, and Akira's spine stretches as he squirms, trying to keep still and adjust.]

[He makes another wanton mewl of sound, letting his hands find Goro's hips, where they squeeze gently in time with his labored breathing.] 's-- because we didn't really prep you-- fuck.

[murderingjustice]

[Maybe one day they'll be able to address through the all small and ever so subtle ways they keep hurting each other. They might not yell at each other anymore, but they still keep clashing and hurting, in their stubbornness in trying to protect the other. But right now, maybe it's ok if they try soothe their souls with coming in together, finding connection in physical level.

Goro finds it actually a little hard to breathe. His chest is rising up and down in a slow rhythm. It's almost as if the dick is pushing the air out of him the deeper he sinks.]

Y-yeah? Fucking hell, Akira. [He gasps out, keeping going until he's fully seated inside.] F-fuck. I fucking swear you're up in my guts.

[chemex]

[Just Horse Cock Things.]

[He makes a squashed sound in his throat and bows forward to put his forehead on Goro's shoulder.] I-if I wasn't before I w-wouldn't be, n-nnow-- fuck, I'm not gonna last, Goro.

[murderingjustice]

[Once Akira leans his head forward Goro immediately shoots his arms out and wraps them around his shoulders, bringing their bodies closer.]

No, you are going to. [He groans a command into Akira's hair, nails scraping the skin on his back. He takes a deep breath and slowly begins to rock his hips back and forth. It still feels a quite lot, making his movements rather awkward.]

We haven't started yet.

[chemex]

[Akira makes a sound not unlike a sob, but it's clearly just lost in the arousal of the situation, and his arms snake upward to mirror Goro's hold. He's shaking, breathing like a man drowned, and mouths idly against Goro's collarbone.]

Let-- can I, m-move, Goro, I need to move, [Goro you might want to knock him over so you can actually ride him on your terms.]

[murderingjustice]

[There's a part of him that is rather ecstatic about hearing Akira's shaky voice overwhelmed with the sensation of him. Ha, serves him right for what he put him through just a moment ago. Let's see how's the crybaby here.

Goro keeps drawing clumsy circles with his hips, all while hushing into Akira's hair. The movement should bring some extra stimulation to his dick, but not quite enough to be friction.]

Shhh. I'll let you move only if you do as I say, is that understood?