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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]

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.

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[murderingjustice]

Good boy. [He says, voice cooing softly at Akira's response. After that Goro lines himself properly right behind his leader-turned-sub backside. There's a pleasant smile on his face as he admires the sight laid in front of him. He gently places both of his hands on each cheek, rubbing and massaging the flesh. Then, he spreads the cheeks apart, taking a look at his price.

Humming, he slides one of his fingers down Akira's cleft, all the way to between his legs to tease the hanging ballsack. He really takes his time with feeling Akira's body with his fingers, prodding, caressing and squeezing the sensitive skin.]

[chemex]

[It's new and he's overwhelmed, but he's excited to try, actually. He shivers, shaking from his shoulders down to his toes for a moment, and bites his lower lip at Goro's slow exploration of his body. God, keeping himself entirely in check when he has no idea how his body is going to handle any of this is-- exhilarating, actually. Feeds right into his adrenaline junkie tendencies, and he makes a soft sound about it.]

's probably lube in the drawer there, [He offers, tone soft and voice slow, like his tongue is too thick for his mouth. He means the drawer in the coffee table, which-- of course he does. Boy probably keeps lube in every possible room of the house.]

[murderingjustice]

[The nimble fingers keep exploring and playing with Akira's backside. Caressing, pinching and prodding around the tender flesh while studying the subtle reactions of the body in front him. From small gasps to shivers and reddening of the skin. He's just about to reach again for Akira's cock, to pump it from behind when Akira speaks, he halts. The words struck right into his core, lighting the fire in his stomach.

God he was so hard right now.]

You'd want me to use it? To "pop your cherry" so to speak. [Goro teases, hand smoothing over the skin on Akira's tights. Then, without any prior warning he retracts his hand only so that he could bring the other one down. He gives firm slaps all around Akira's buttocks, hand landing on his cheeks, thighs, testicles.. you name it.]

[chemex]

[He laughs a breathy little sound, folding forward so his arms are crossed and his head rests on them. It lets him wag his ass at Goro like a little tart for a moment.] Was that not what you were going for?

[murderingjustice]

[You cheeky thing, you! Goro aims yet another slap on Akira's thighs, though this time it's much harsher than the previous ones, aiming to leave a warm sting. Then, he quickly grabs on Akira's calves and moves to pull and twist, trying to flop the other one around on the couch to face him again.]

Ah, so you think you know what my plans are now, huh? [He says, voice dropping down a bit to a growl as he goes to reach for Akira's erection again.]

[chemex]

[He just hums at the slap, and goes easily when manhandled, laying lax however he's left and huffing a pleased little sound at Goro's vicious assault on his dick.] Whatever your plans are, I'm having a great time, here, babe.