[The pop of Ren's fingers pulling free from his cunt, left soaking with his own want, just sends something burning through Akechi, a shaky indecipherable murmur at his lips. It's just a few seconds while the other prepares himself, using Akechi's own slick to wet his cock, but those few seconds where he isn't being touched feel maddening.
But then Ren has to look up at him with the most open expression on his face, love and adoration and happiness all rolled into one. It makes him look so radiant there above Akechi, just bursting with affection, like nothing has ever meant as much in his life as this moment with this particular boy.
Some emotion flashes in Akechi's eyes, something deep and unfathomable and trembling, his kiss-swollen lips parted as he watches Ren's face as the other boy sinks into him, unwilling and unable to look away now that they're finally here.
Even this far removed from Tokyo, the smell of coffee and curry still clings to Ren, the memories of lazy afternoons spent flirting in Leblanc, the nights Akechi stayed well past the final train just to spend another hour playing chess with him at the bar, those last few desperate days where he could hardly breathe without finding himself at the cafe's front entrance. Leblanc itself had certainly never felt like a home, but Ren had, from their very first date playing billiards at the lounge, the one person Akechi could loosen his masks around, who he could open up to, the only one ever willing to see the boy beneath.
Akechi's chest goes tight with feeling even as he's biting back a moan.]
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But then Ren has to look up at him with the most open expression on his face, love and adoration and happiness all rolled into one. It makes him look so radiant there above Akechi, just bursting with affection, like nothing has ever meant as much in his life as this moment with this particular boy.
Some emotion flashes in Akechi's eyes, something deep and unfathomable and trembling, his kiss-swollen lips parted as he watches Ren's face as the other boy sinks into him, unwilling and unable to look away now that they're finally here.
Even this far removed from Tokyo, the smell of coffee and curry still clings to Ren, the memories of lazy afternoons spent flirting in Leblanc, the nights Akechi stayed well past the final train just to spend another hour playing chess with him at the bar, those last few desperate days where he could hardly breathe without finding himself at the cafe's front entrance. Leblanc itself had certainly never felt like a home, but Ren had, from their very first date playing billiards at the lounge, the one person Akechi could loosen his masks around, who he could open up to, the only one ever willing to see the boy beneath.
Akechi's chest goes tight with feeling even as he's biting back a moan.]
Fuck, Ren. You feel... You feel...!