[Foiled again by Goro Akechi and his whore mouth, smfh.
Ren feels like he can't possibly look away as Akechi teases him, takes his time unpacking the last piece of him he had yet to lay hands on. From the first time he saw his delicate hands at work, arranging a cue at billiards, the way when he concentrated he would ever-so-slightly bite at his lip, Ren has imagined what this would feel like. Every movement makes the fingers on the back of Akechi's head twitch in his hair, like he's holding himself back from shaking apart in the first minute of contact. Ren wants to let Akechi have his show, his moment, but fuck, he wants to fist his hands into his hair and thrust down his throat and feel him moan around his cock--
He holds out until Akechi pulls off from the head again, and he slips a thrust of his hips forward, a whine dragging from his throat.]
F-Fuck, you've. You've thought about this.
[God. Akechi's thought about this maybe as much as he has, and that's even hotter. His hand tightens in the other boy's hair, not quite enough to pull, but enough to prove he is barely holding together.]
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Date: 2025-03-07 05:44 am (UTC)From:Ren feels like he can't possibly look away as Akechi teases him, takes his time unpacking the last piece of him he had yet to lay hands on. From the first time he saw his delicate hands at work, arranging a cue at billiards, the way when he concentrated he would ever-so-slightly bite at his lip, Ren has imagined what this would feel like. Every movement makes the fingers on the back of Akechi's head twitch in his hair, like he's holding himself back from shaking apart in the first minute of contact. Ren wants to let Akechi have his show, his moment, but fuck, he wants to fist his hands into his hair and thrust down his throat and feel him moan around his cock--
He holds out until Akechi pulls off from the head again, and he slips a thrust of his hips forward, a whine dragging from his throat.]
F-Fuck, you've. You've thought about this.
[God. Akechi's thought about this maybe as much as he has, and that's even hotter. His hand tightens in the other boy's hair, not quite enough to pull, but enough to prove he is barely holding together.]