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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, the sound becoming a low chuckle, and nips at Goro's jawline.] I gathered, from the earlier assault on my nipple.

[Dexterous fingers make quick work of his own belt, but he leaves the rest to Goro, instead linking their pinkies.] ...I got careless, this last time.

[murderingjustice]

I was merely entertaining your masochistic tendencies. [Goro pouts a little at that, brows pressing down in a small frown. Once the belt is undone he reaches to hook his fingers on the waistband of Akira's boxers. But then his task is interrupted and attention demanded elsewhere.

Biting down on the inside of his cheek Goro watches their joined pinkies.]

How childish... [He murmurs, ducking his head to rest it against Akira's shoulder] I will paint the clown with his own blood for this.

[chemex]

Guess we both learned that my nipples aren't as masochistic as the rest of me, then. [His grin is positively Cheshire.]

[And then he chuckles, nosing sideways to press his lips to Goro's temple, squeezing their joined pinkies.] One of us has to know how to have fun. [He's quiet, mouth quirking crooked, and shrugs gently.] Tell me so I can go along.

[murderingjustice]

[Goro hides his frown from Akira as his lips curl into a sour pout.]

I will not make a pink-promise with you, idiot. [And in protest the turns his head enough to nibble at Akira's collar bone, but yet he does not pull his hand away. He doesn't want let Akira go anywhere near the clown ever again. The thought of allowing the other join him in his revenge filled crusade settled badly in his stomach, twisting and turning his guts unpleasantly.] Besides, you do not want to see what I am going to be doing to him.

[chemex]

Wow, rude.

[He wiggles their pinkies.] I wasn't, anyway. I just wanted your finger. [He nuzzles his way behind Goro's ear, pressing his lips there lightly.] You'd be surprised. Watching you get all murdery is kinda hot.

[murderingjustice]

[The light, almost shy brush of lips against tickles against his sensitive skin, sending a wave of pleasant shivers down his spine.]

That so? [Goro laughs, voice dropping lower from before. He moves his free hand back on Akira's thigh, sliding his fingers up along with the subtle muscles until he reaches the groin, tips teasing the fabric on his boxer's] Tell me more, if you will.

[chemex]

[He chuckles, the sound entirely from his diaphragm, and his breath shakes when he exhales.] Move your hands a little inward and you'll get a better idea than words. [He's not wrong, but goddamn Akira, you horndog.]

[murderingjustice]

Oh? [Goro licks his lips, fingers climbing up to pull the waistband, hooking underneath it. Still not quite touching where they both want]

You scratch me and I'll scratch you, is that not how it goes? [He hums, finally pulling his other hand away from Akira, disconnecting their joined fingers, so that he can bring his hand to rest against back of the other's neck.] Tell me. And I shall reward you.

[chemex]

[A crackling laugh bubbles up from his throat and he smiles, all teeth and startling sincerity despite their risque behaviors. He leans forward and seals their lips a moment, murmuring against Goro's when he pulls back just slightly. He's still smiling, so kissing is actually a little hard.] I missed you so fucking much.

[Drawing back further, he leans back on both his hands and his smile turns sly. From Goro's face down to where Akira's hips meet his, grey eyes travel slowly, and he licks his lips.] You don't show your truest self to many people. It's special, it's dangerous. You're vicious and determined, with a sort of blind confidence that borders on actual insanity... [His eyes slide back up, meeting Goro's.] The fact I never know quite what to expect keeps me on my toes.

[murderingjustice]

[Goro closes his eyes as he pulls Akira closer with his hand, welcoming the kiss. The roughness of the second one drags a suffocated whimper out of him. Out of pure reflex, Goro bends his legs and spreads them so that Akira might have more room to shuffle closer. His body has missed this so much, already yielding to the other's movements and demands.

And just like promised, Goro moves his fingers inwards. He slides then along the soft fabric to greet the hardness between Akira's legs, feeling and cupping the outline of the dick through boxers.]

I see. And how does that all make you feel?

[chemex]

[Akira exhales, his whole upper body flushing a deep scarlet, and rocks his hips into Goro's hand, biting his lip with a soft groan.]

You keeping me on my toes, or your hand on my dick?

[murderingjustice]

What do you think? [He huffs as he gives Akira's dick a little harsher squeeze, fingernails poking at the flesh.]

[chemex]

[Akira manages another little chuckle, but it's throaty and breaks off into a terribly wanton sound, his spine curling inward toward Goro a little.] Good, fuck, Goro.

[murderingjustice]

[There is a low, satisfied laughter from Goro as he keeps rubbing Akira's dick up and down. The clever fingers wrap around the shape of it through the thin piece of cloth, feeling the hardness thoroughly by giving the member experimental squeezes and tugs with varying levels of intensity.

Then, he cranes his neck up so that he can reach up to give Akira's earlobe a quick bite and whisper before withdrawing completely away:] I want you to take all of your clothes off. Strip for me and show me just how much you've missed me, understood?

[chemex]

[He doesn't even think to guard the fractured moan that bubbles up out of him, nodding mindlessly and wriggling backward to shed his clothes.]

[And then he pauses, because Goro amended "take off" with "strip" and specifically "for me", so on a belated synapse, Akira's brain decides to make it a show. He settles for a moment on his elbows, legs still slightly draped over Goro's lap, and grins slowly. He skims one hand down to cup his own dick, letting his eyes roll back for a moment and biting his lower lip, rocking up into the motion and making a soft, needy sound. Then his hand moves up, and he lays flat on his back so the other can join it, undoing the button. He looks for a moment like he's going to shuck the pants first, but then seems to think better of it, rolling fluidly up onto his knees and making eye contact with Goro as he pulls his shirt up and off over his head, instead.]

Do you wanna do this here? [There is no concern or judgment in his tone-- only curiosity.]

[murderingjustice]

[Goro leans his back against the soft cushions of the couch, leaning his temple on his left hand's knuckles. Now all he'd need is a drink in his right hand and this would be perfect, but he's not going disturb the show with silly requests like that. The red, keen eyes stare at Akira hungrily, devouring each spot of revealed bare skin.]

Why wouldn't I? I do have everything I need here, after all. Although, [He begins, licking his lips.] If you think we are missing something I wouldn't be opposed to it. So, why don't you go and search through that treasure box of yours, hmm? Pick something you'd really like to see being utilized today in honor of our reunion.

[chemex]

[He goes red to his ears and his collar bones, but grins all the same.] No, I think, [His thumbs hook on the waistband of his pants and boxers, and he plants his feet to either side of Goro's knees, slowly pushing himself backward along the length of the couch and sliding out of both garments. He extracts each leg one at a time, kicking the clothes off the cushions when he's through and sitting up.] I want to appreciate being back with you, so you're all I'll need.

[He scoots back to where he'd been, then climbing atop Goro's lap again, bare-assed, and settles to kiss a column up his neck.] You're more than enough.

[murderingjustice]

[Honestly, it takes a lot of self-control for him not to just reach out and touch Akira in front of him. Feel the bits and pieces of the fevered skin with his fingertips, coax the delicious and desirable reactions and sounds. But Goro stays still, keeping his hands to himself and enjoys from the show, unknowingly holding his breath when the boxers are finally pulled down and the grand price revealed.

Goro lets out a heavy yet satisfied sigh as Akira climbs on his lap again, lips making contact with his neck. Goro's own hands reaches out to cares Akira's back, smoothing down the skin on his shoulder blades and traveling down to small of his back.]

Such romantic. However, I am not going to let you off that easily. Get back on the floor. I want to see you coming undone without touching yourself.

[chemex]

[The touch on his back is strangely soothing despite the nature of their contact, and he settles against him for a moment until he speaks. Rumbling a chuckle, Akira is quick-- but not too quick --to comply.]

[He crawls backward off his lap and drags a pillow from the couch with him, sitting on his knees atop it. Somehow, the flush to his skin and want in his eyes is deepened by the commands.]

[murderingjustice]

[At first Goro just watches down at Akira, sitting back leisurely on the couch with his leg spread. Like a king before his subject, weighting his mind between cruelty and mercy.]

Well? What are you waiting for? [He asks, voice purring from sweet saccharine.] You've always boasted about your virility and ability to come untouched. I am waiting.

[Then, he kicks his foot forward, extending it towards Akira.] Or do you need help?

[chemex]

[He laughs soundlessly, just a brief jolt of his form to accompany his smile.] I recall saying I'd come untouched watching you be ravished by another. I see no ravishing, detective.

[murderingjustice]

Ah. So the whole "don't underestimate my ability to come untouched" was not all true, I see.

[Goro lowers his foot and flashes Akira a smug grin. And just to be asshole, he digs up his tablet from the pocket of his blazer.]

Should I call someone, then? I'm sure Narukami-san could do better job at following instructions than what you're doing now.

[chemex]

You're twisting my words to suit your fantasy, Detective. [His grin is sharp.] If you want to invite Yu over, you don't need my permission.

[murderingjustice]

Alright then.

[Goro turns his attention to his tablet. With a quick sweep of a finger he opens the address menu, scrolls down until he find Yu's contact info and presses "call". Look, he even turns on the speakers so that Akira can hear the phone ringing.

'beep.'

'beep.'

'beep...'

...No answer, huh..]

Seems like our friend is not home at the moment. Is there anyone else you think I should try calling?

[chemex]

[The most Akira reacts is that his eyebrows raise and his pupils blow a little wider. The phone rings, and rings... and goes to voicemail, and a hot prickling anticipation washes over his body. He stands up and climbs directly back onto Goro's lap, gently pushing the tablet out of the way and kissing him squarely.] You crazy motherfucker, I didn't think you'd actually call him. Would you have asked him to come over if he'd answered?