Akechi catches when the other boy bites down on his bottom lip, a flash of white teeth sinking into plush flesh, and he knows he's winning.
As expected, Ren is all too tender in his movements, gently drawing the older boy's face closer, fingers curling so sweetly into his hair, looking up at him like he'd give anything to worship at the alter of Goro Akechi. Being treated like this feels at odds with everything Akechi has ever known from anyone, but it just suits Ren, doesn't it? The boy who would let the whole world burn if Akechi only asked.
Not that Akechi will ever give him that chance.
Ren draws the older boy's face closer, wanting his promise to speak up if he's uncomfortable, and Akechi only rolls his eyes, a single finger twisting into one of Ren's curls before he tugs it with intent.]
As if I'd ever miss the chance to complain. [And that is the truth.] I'm not some blushing schoolboy, Ren. Besides, I know exactly where on your body I can stab without killing you.
[And it must be reassuring enough because then the other boy is kissing him, fingers digging into his thigh, teeth tugging at his lip. Akechi returns the kiss with matching desperation, tipping his head to deepen it as the hand not twisted in Ren's hair cups at his cheek instead.
For a boy who has never truly had a home, this must be what home feels like, sinking so willingly into Ren's arms, letting himself be devoured by this boy, everything in this moment so warm and fluttery and desperate for more.]
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Date: 2025-03-03 08:18 am (UTC)From:Akechi catches when the other boy bites down on his bottom lip, a flash of white teeth sinking into plush flesh, and he knows he's winning.
As expected, Ren is all too tender in his movements, gently drawing the older boy's face closer, fingers curling so sweetly into his hair, looking up at him like he'd give anything to worship at the alter of Goro Akechi. Being treated like this feels at odds with everything Akechi has ever known from anyone, but it just suits Ren, doesn't it? The boy who would let the whole world burn if Akechi only asked.
Not that Akechi will ever give him that chance.
Ren draws the older boy's face closer, wanting his promise to speak up if he's uncomfortable, and Akechi only rolls his eyes, a single finger twisting into one of Ren's curls before he tugs it with intent.]
As if I'd ever miss the chance to complain. [And that is the truth.] I'm not some blushing schoolboy, Ren. Besides, I know exactly where on your body I can stab without killing you.
[And it must be reassuring enough because then the other boy is kissing him, fingers digging into his thigh, teeth tugging at his lip. Akechi returns the kiss with matching desperation, tipping his head to deepen it as the hand not twisted in Ren's hair cups at his cheek instead.
For a boy who has never truly had a home, this must be what home feels like, sinking so willingly into Ren's arms, letting himself be devoured by this boy, everything in this moment so warm and fluttery and desperate for more.]