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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]

[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?

[murderingjustice]

[There's a smug and wide grin on Goro's lips, showing a glimpse of his teeth. He doesn't not protest Akira getting back up and on his lap. A low laughter rumbles from his chest, the voice vibrating softly against the other's lips.]

You should know better than to challenge me, Akira. [He keeps laughing between the kisses, wrapping his hands around the wildcard's waist.]

...Would you have opposed if I had? [Perhaps not the best time to talk about how they truly feel about adding a third person to their freaky kink life. But since they're already here...]

[chemex]

[He rumbles, grinning, and keeps ghosting little kisses against his lips as he speaks.] Not in the least. If you're into it, I mean it when I say I am so into it. Watching someone else figure you out... [He makes a decidedly lewd little sound, shifting on Goro's lap, and then laughs almost shyly.] Learning my own voyeuristic ways as we go, here.

[murderingjustice]

Mmm.. [Goro hums thoughtfully and closes his eyes. To be completely honest, he's not entirely sure what he thinks of such arrangement. Other than that he does see some appeal in it. After all, whenever has he turned down a challenge or refused to traverse paths unknown? So, having a different partner could definitely be interesting experience.

But then again, the thought of it not being Akira feels wrong. And even scary to some degree.]

I am not surprised by those tendencies of your by one bit. [He reaches up to take Akira's lower lip between his teeth, biting down on the soft flesh and pulling it. Then, his left hand slides down along Akira's side, all the way down to his thighs where it curves to reach for the dick. Goro gives the member a light squeeze before starting to jerk on it, fingers moving carefully up and down.] But I doubt anyone else can do as thorough job with 'figuring me out' as you have. Ever.

[chemex]

Me either-- ah. [He startles when Goro goes right for the gold, settling a little in his lap and rumbling a pleased sound at the praise.]

'm good at puzzles. [And Goro Akechi is his favorite puzzle.]

[murderingjustice]

[The hand keeps moving along the shaft meticulously, giving soft yet firm squeeze near at the base and after reaching the tip his thumb swirls around the slit before sinking back down again. Well, at least the speed he's going with is not all that fast but rather slow and almost teasing as he's feeling the shape of the ever-so-familiar dick against his palm.]

You were always such a diligent student, weren't you. I checked your school report once. Some of the grades you got were rather impressive. [Goro moans against Akira's mouth, licking the reddened lips. His own heartbeat has definitely picked up the speed, here, and Goro can feel his body grow hot underneath the remaining clothing.

Then, he moves his other hand. However, this time instead of bringing it down to join his other hand Goro allows it to trace down against Akira's ass, gently grabbing on the soft and plumb flesh there.]

[chemex]

[He chuckles again, fighting to keep his hips still with Goro's touch, and alternates between not-quite kissing him and biting his own lip, his skin bathed scarlet.] Gotta be good at something.

[His tendency to only use short sentences definitely shortens further in these sorts of scenarios, but he does make a curious sound at Goro grabbing his ass.]

[murderingjustice]

[Goro keeps moving both of his hands. One continues to pump the cock while the other one feels the subtle curve of Akira's ass. His fingers spread to cover as much mass as he can, pulling on the cheek.]

Oh shut it. You are naturally talented in so many areas. [Goro kisses down on Akira's jawline, teeth scratching along it carefully.] I like it. You know how to keep me on my toes. [He says mimicking Akira's words from the earlier. But there is truth to those words. If Akira wasn't so unpredictable, skilled and filled with mysteries of his own, Goro would not have paid that much attention to him. If it wasn't for that uniqueness of his that resonated so deeply with his own experiences of solitude he would have never recognized the wildcard for who he was. A Rival. A Friend. A Partner.]

Akira. I want you in every possible way.

[chemex]

[The suddenness with which the situation becomes overwhelming in a good way strikes him, and his arms break out in goosebumps, a shiver making his whole body quake. Being desired this way is always a bit of a double-edged sword-- he loves it, craves it, especially from Goro, but sometimes it pushes so far into pleasure that it presses him into a wall of overwhelm. His breath hitches in alarm, the sound bleeding into an uncertain moan, and his dick leaks generously against Goro's hand, a startled little chuckle rumbling in Akira's chest.]

Jack of all trades, master of none-- but I'll take it if it's what pushes you to act like this. You have me, you know. In any and every way you want.

[murderingjustice]

[Goro watches Akira to shake and writhe on top of him, the red keen eyes taking in even the slightest changes on his expression. From tightening of the lips and small sounds escaping from between, to knitting of brows and fluttering eyelashes. Akira feels so good against him, the movements giving him enough friction to grow rock hard inside his own pants.

His body is tingling with anticipation as he sees so many multiple roads ahead of him. And he wants to traverse them all at the same time. He wants to feel Akira come undone to his hand, to have his mouth over his erection, to have the monstrous horse cock ruin his insides as it pierces through his body. But... Guess it's time to jump into the unknown. If Akira is truly willing.

Goro ceases the movement on his both hands and leans back in to press toothy kiss on Akira's swollen, red lips.]

In that case, turn over and get on your hands and knees.

[chemex]

[He almost worries Goro's going to just work him to orgasm like this, because that seems awfully boring for them both, even if he knows better than to think Goro would stop at that. But when he stops before the wave crests, biting Akira's lips, the instruction takes a moment to filter in through the haze. He blinks, processing, and shifts backward to move off Goro's lap, continuing to process the instruction.]

[He gets on his hands and knees and glances over his shoulder, ass facing Goro, frowning in curiosity to make sure he's gotten it right. He has absolutely no idea what Goro's thinking.]

[murderingjustice]

[It would be pretty boring and almost redundant way to end this, yes. And Goro didn't intend to end this evening prematurely. After all, they had nine days worth of catching up, right?

So, once Akira moves away from his lap and assumes the instructed position Goro gets on his knees and lines himself up behind him. One hide reaches out to grab on his hip while the other begins to smooth over the curve of Akira's waist, fingers trailing all the way down to small of his back and swell of ass. ]

Now be a good boy and try not to make a mess on the couch. I'd rather not have them replaced. [He coos, petting the fair skin under his fingers. Then, he retracts his hand, raises it in air and brings it down on Akira's ass with a loud smack.]

[chemex]

[The sheer syrupy nature of Goro's voice straightens Akira's spine on instinct, knowing better than to expect sweetness when it's falsely advertised. He starts to reply, but gets about a third of a way through a word when Goro's hand makes contact with his ass, and he yelps, immediately grappling to hold onto the couch cushions.]

[Taking a careful, measured breath, he manages a weak chuckle.] Wouldn't dream of it. Though it might not be a bad idea to put down a towel, thinking about it. [He's both being cheeky and sincere-- he wouldn't dare suggest Goro not play orgasm denial with him, but he can only prevent so much, and the couch doesn't really deserve his nefarious transgressions.]

[murderingjustice]

Hmm. [Goro hums thoughtfully as he runs his fingers over the reddened skin right on Akira's ass. He can feel a faint warmness from the spot where his hand landed. Hmm, yeah. He can do better.]

No. [And that's just about the warning that he gives to Akira before raising his hand again, and gives him another smack. This time giving both of his cheeks a firm slaps.] It is going to be your job to keep yourself from leaking. I'm going to continue until you're at your limit. Understood?

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[chemex]

[There's a beat of silence in which Akira blinks, and then all at once he understands, and his weight shifts slightly so he's more grounded and a little more comfortable up on his hands and knees on the couch. Literally slipping directly into sub space, good job Goro, you've got him.]

[So when Goro's next sudden smack comes, Akira doesn't yelp, just closes his eyes and sighs, nodding and glancing back over his shoulder, but not fully meeting Goro's gaze. It's not a bad avoidance, from the way his skin is stained pink and there's a faint smile on his lips and in his eyes.] Understood.