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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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[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.

[chemex]

[Akira just grins, cheshire, and rolls his hips up harder.]

Then let's give you more, hm? You can punish me for disobedience later. [And he abruptly tips them backward, knocking Goro over and fluidly rolling onto his own knees, using his hand on Goro's hips to keep said hips connected, and slightly aloft. He gives him a moment to reel from the abrupt shift, but only a moment, before he resumes a bruising pace.]

[murderingjustice]

Kyah! [He lets out a surprised noise when his back hits the ground, the slight sheet of sweat making the dirt and leaves stick on him. But this time there is no word of complaint from him, instead he wraps both his arms and legs around Akira, clinging on him like a desperate koala. He's almost folded in half now, making him feel every inch of Akira inside him, pounding and pulling as if he was seriously trying With each thrust he lets out a scream-like sound, the precum spilling from his cock all over to his stomach.]

Shit! Akira. How. Always. So perfect. How do you always fill me up so good? [He mewls between his sobs, feeling his cock overcoming with heat and balls tightening. All of the sudden he can't keep up with Akira, his body acting on his own. He writhes and trembles, hole clutching around the cock inside as if he was afraid of losing it for good. His back arches and--]

G-gyaahh!! [With a loud, almost animalistic yowl he feels his world explode along with him. Then all he can see is blinding white as he comes hard, the orgasm violently ripping out of him.

Congrats, Akira. You actually managed to make him come undone without being touched.]

[chemex]

[He watches Goro steadily shake apart at the seams until he's coming untouched, and the grip of him as he does pulls Akira right to the edge of orgasm himself. He presses his hips into him and holds, letting Goro ride out the brunt of his own, and watches him from the precipice for a long moment. It's occurred to him that they don't have an effective way to clean Goro up, dully, despite how much he knows they both enjoy the internal transfer, so he exhales and holds Goro still while he withdraws, leaning back to work himself with one hand.]

[So whenever Goro's vision filters back in, he'll get the lovely view of Akira jerking himself off over him, thighs already shaking.]

[murderingjustice]

[Well, there is is the spring nearby but Akira is correct in his line of thinking. They might be able to swipe themselves clean, yes, but taking care of Goro's insides might prove out to be difficult. So, congrats on the actual big brain moment during the sex, Akira!

Goro's nails scrape the skin on Akira's back, definitely scratching some marks there. His body shudders a his cock empties its load right on Goro's stomach. It takes more than longer before he's fully spent, and to collapse back on the ground. The world is still spinning in his eyes as he comes down from the high, his breathing heavy and ragged as if he had just finished a marathon. Hell, he might just had.

Giving his dried up lips a quick lick, he raises his gaze and looks at Akira's form -- eyes transfixed on the way his hand moves, and how ragged his breath sounds like. Without even thinking of it, he parts his lips and opens his mouth, as if waiting for him.]

[chemex]

[That pulls a startled, wanton little sound from him and not near as explosively, but similarly unexpectedly, Akira finds himself undone, spilling over his hand and into Goro's mouth and on his face with a fractured shout.]

[He sags to sit and catch his breath once he's done, flushed and gasping and looking at Goro in general disbelief. They sure did just get hella fucky outdoors, didn't they.]