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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]

[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?

[chemex]

[Sex always feels heightened for him when he's emotional, somehow. He makes another wanton sound as Goro gyrates his hips-- it's not enough, but he desperately wants to do right by him, despite how much his dick would like him to knock Goro backward and piledrive him into the ground. He strains to keep still, whining softly, and raises his head enough to lick uncoordinated stripes up the column of Goro's throat.] Y-yeah, yeah.

[murderingjustice]

[Damn. Akira's dick has just the right idea what Goro likes... Maybe sometime later he gets the chance to pound him through the mattress or floor.]

Good, [He whispers, stretching his neck back to give Akira better access to his throat. He swallows air and spreads his legs even further as he unwraps his arms around Akira.] Lie down and bend you knees for me.

[chemex]

N-nnnh, [He struggles to comply with that directive, especially with Goro's neck right there, but battles through the horny fog to pull away. He's an absolute wreck, red to his shoulders and curls damp with sweat, even with it still being cool outside, and he's still vibrating in place as he slowly maneuvers himself to lay flat. Each motion shifts his position within Goro and it's like an electric shock every time, so by the time he's laying flat and starting to move his legs he's closed his eyes and is taking labored, hitched breaths.]

[His thighs shake horribly as he bends his knees, but once he plants his feet it's a mostly stable space for Goro to bounce his horny little heart away on. Opening his eyes causes Akira's dick to swell within Goro, the view from beneath him almost too much. He exhales and a throaty moan of sound escapes with it, as if he simply cannot control his vocal chords.]

[murderingjustice]

[Good job resisting the horny trap, Akira! Goro is so proud of you (and also turned on) for following his instructions. But when Akira moves Goro can't stop the quiet whines escaping from him as the pressure inside him shifts, the cock pressing on his walls from different angle.

Biting down on his lower lip, his eyes flutter closed and he's forced to spread his legs further apart to straddle Akira properly.]

Haaa--, [He moans, rolling his head to the side. Yeah, there's no way he misses the way the cock just pulsates inside him as it swells and stretching him even more from the earler. Holy shit, Akira!

..Though that gives him an idea.]

Y-you l-like to look, right? [With a hard gasp, Goro leans his body back to rest on the legs behind him. His other hand is placed on ground to help with balance as he reaches to grab his own cock and balls, clumsily lifting them so that Akira will surely get the front seat to seeing his own cock pierce his rim and disappear inside.]

You may move now. But keep looking.

[chemex]

[He is and always will be servile to a fault. He stays largely quiet beyond sounds he still can't quite withhold, bracing his hands on the surface below him to keep as still as he can manage with as heavily as he's breathing. When Goro reaches forward and raises his own bits to give a clear view of where they connect, a sound between a growl and a moan emerges from him and his hands move to Goro's hips with a ragged exhale.]

[His pupils are blown so wide his eyes look black, and he studies the point of connection with a startlingly animalistic precision before flicking his eyes up to Goro's to re-check for permission. You may move now, he said. But keep looking. As if he could look away. He considers his options, watching Goro's face for a moment longer as he slowly rolls his hips upward, and then dropping them back down to the lewd smear of body parts where they meet as he shifts them back, only to rock them right back up while he presses Goro's hips down. It pulls another rough exhale from him, and he looks back to Goro's face for approval.]

[murderingjustice]

[The wide, perplexed grey eyes are met with a smug and teasing red grin. The pink dusting his cheekbones has now turned deep red, framing his eyes and reaching all the way to tips of his ears. Summoning a sultry look to his face, Goro keeps peeking underneath his long lashes, allowing the bangs fall over his cheeks as he dibs his head to the side.

Goro takes a deep breath when Akira begins to move his hips, feeling how the cock drills even deeper inside him before there's a slow, almost painful rub against his walls as Akira lowers his hips back to ground -- dragging his dick almost completely out. Only to snap them back together by pulling him down, joining their bodies again. His rim flexes and clenches around the length of a cock, almost as clinging on it.

Shit. That made him almost light headed.]

Yes. Very good, Akira.

[chemex]

[God the clutch of him might just be what ends Akira's life. He would die the happiest man alive, but-- no deaths today. Just slow dips and swells of pleasure, searing heat in his gut that he knows is going to wreck them both when it crescendos. He exhales a shaking breath, gripping Goro's hips tighter and rocking his hips again, finding rhythm and slowly adding speed.] Fuck, Goro.

[He's surprised, somewhere in the back of his mind, that Goro hasn't swatted his hands away and taken over control of the movements, but it at least gives him the chance to keep the pace at a level he can handle without losing his feeble grip on his remaining composure.]

[murderingjustice]

[Akira gets to decide their rhythm for now. Goro has both of his hands occupied with holding his bits up out of the view, while the other one latches on Akira's bent knee behind him so that he can bop himself up and down along with the other's movements.

As much as Goro loves to ride it out, hard and hot, he has to admit that this slower starting pace was good. It allowed him to feel Akira's girth fully in him as they moved in unison. Every breath, tremor and gasp that Akira gives travel right up to him, shaking his own body.

Each thrust of hips pushes a soft moan out of Goro's lips and he cranes his neck back, eyes closed.]

Y-you are so wretched, you know that? [He huffs out, voice strained.] I can feel how much you're enjoying from this, you freaking voyeur. Maybe for the next time I should take someone else to bed, and let you watch him fuck me the fullest. Huh? Would you like that?

[chemex]

[It's a funny exchange, because at first Akira just chuckles deep in his chest, because he knows he's a raunchy kinky little bitch, and it's only being reaffirmed with the way he's pretty sure he could cum from watching his dick disappear in Goro's hole without even feeling it. He's ruined, for Goro and by Goro, and he loves every waking minute of it.]

[But then the second part..., He growls softly, gripping Goro's hips and pulling them down roughly as he bucks his own upward, resulting in a deeper venture still, and one he stays at a moment as he meets and holds Goro's gaze.] You're more than welcome to seek other bedfellows, [He rocks his hips, still pressed up into Goro.] But only if I can watch. [Possessive, much?]

[murderingjustice]

[Oh. That definitely was the right answer, Akira. The already cock in Goro's hand stirs back into life, slowly but surely filling and rising up again. Biting down on his lip lower lip, Goro shifts his hold so that he's properly holding his cock and begins to pump it. The flush on his face deepening even further.]

R-really. Well, then. I shall bind your hands so that you will be left helpless. Unable to touch yourself. [He closes his eyes and throws his head back, clenching harder around Akira's cock.] All you can do is watch the other person take me apart, p-piece by piece. Ah--, I can only imagine the look on your face.

[chemex]

[Akira hums deep in his chest at Goro's interest, and then again when he starts to pump himself, grinning toothily and letting his hips drop back down, only to raise them right back up. He watches Goro's hand, and matches the pace of his hips to Goro's hand on his cock.] If you think I have to touch myself to cum when it comes to watching you, you're probably mistaken.

[murderingjustice]

H-hah. That wouldn't be surprise me. [Goro swallows air. He can feel the fire rekindle back in his stomach, making his toes curl and breath hitch.]

You are like that. S-so greedy and desperate. I bet you'd enjoy getting someone else's s-sloppy seconds, huh? [That deprecating comment might be more aimed at himself than at Akira. But he still keeps stroking himself, speeding up his movements -- almost desperate to spread that fire within him.]

Harder, Akira. Please.

[chemex]

[He's grinning stupidly until Goro's statements turn inward on himself, and Akira knows damn well it's more a detriment to Goro to call himself sloppy seconds. His expression hardens and he shifts, hauling himself up into a seated position again and pressing Goro's hips down into his lap. He uses the shift in position to strike forward and bite his way into Goro's mouth, humming against him as he seals their mouths and rocks upward with his hips still pressed into his lap. When he draws away, his expression is still severe.] You are no one's sloppy seconds, Goro Akechi.

[murderingjustice]

[Goro has his eyes closed so he doesn't see the shift in Akira's face. So, the sudden movement comes to him as complete surprise.]

--Hey! [He gasps a quiet protest, followed by hitched breath when the cock inside him moves, pressing on his walls from different angle. This time he swears Akira's all the way up in his guts.

He can't really do much but let go of himself and grasp on Akira's shoulder. He's just about to voice a complaint but then stopped as the other launches an attack on his lips. There's a soft "Mmmnmhh--", from him as he at first tries to pull away, but relents quickly. His moans really are about to cover his entire vocal range, going from high to low as Akira keeps snapping his hips into him.]

I--, Akir--. Hah, Akira, I didn't give you, ah, the permission to kiss. [Never mind that this definitely made his cock jump between them]

[chemex]

I'm just taking what's mine. [He sneers the words, leaning forward to ghost another kiss just to see if Goro will reach back for it, all the while still moving his hips.] Are you close, love?

[murderingjustice]

Hah, no. Not yet, I still-- AH!![Yeah, damn be any possible voyeurs or innocent passerby near them. Because Goro stops holding back his voice, the gutted yelp ripping right out of his throat.

His free hand finds its way into Akira's hair, gripping hard on those dark curls and pulls him back, intending to expose his jugular. It's a small act of regaining some control over the situation from Akira. His own hips keep moving along with the body beneath him.] Not yet. I need more, Akira. I need more.