[Ignore the near whimper that slips from between Akechi's lips when Ren thrusts himself against the older boy's thigh, his want more than obvious in those stupidly tight pants of his, his teeth sinking down with purpose beneath Akechi's collarbone. For a boy who has lived his entire life just out of arm's reach, the sensations are entirely too overwhelming as he counts every perfect point of contact between them.
- His lips and teeth and tongue sliding across his chest to leave his marks all over Akechi's collarbone and neck.
- His breath, hot and humid, dancing across the very skin he's just left a trail of kisses behind on, each one leaving Akechi trembling under its heat.
- His hands, the same that Akechi's studied for months now across the pool table, curling at the older boy's hips, sliding beneath his shirt up his back.
- And the annoyingly rock-hard bulge in his pants grinding desperately at Akechi's leg, so obviously desperate for friction.
No one has ever enveloped him so completely like this, looked at him like they wanted to devour him whole, and the very thought leaves him momentarily speechless, just focused on each point of contact, on his own hands in Ren's hair, in the way Ren just takes what he wants. Even hearing it's been months doesn't surprise him. Ren isn't the only one to have felt the undeniable tension between them since that day the tv studio. But forever just sounds so-
Without warning, as Ren tips his head up to smile at Akechi, getting a glimpse at the red in the older boy's face that he's ultimately responsible for, Akechi twists his fingers roughly into the other's hair and yanks his head backwards.]
Down, boy.
[And then, instead of tearing Ren's throat out with his teeth, there's a confident hand sliding between their bodies, a warm palm cupping at Ren's cock through his pants.]
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Date: 2025-03-05 10:53 pm (UTC)From:- His lips and teeth and tongue sliding across his chest to leave his marks all over Akechi's collarbone and neck.
- His breath, hot and humid, dancing across the very skin he's just left a trail of kisses behind on, each one leaving Akechi trembling under its heat.
- His hands, the same that Akechi's studied for months now across the pool table, curling at the older boy's hips, sliding beneath his shirt up his back.
- And the annoyingly rock-hard bulge in his pants grinding desperately at Akechi's leg, so obviously desperate for friction.
No one has ever enveloped him so completely like this, looked at him like they wanted to devour him whole, and the very thought leaves him momentarily speechless, just focused on each point of contact, on his own hands in Ren's hair, in the way Ren just takes what he wants. Even hearing it's been months doesn't surprise him. Ren isn't the only one to have felt the undeniable tension between them since that day the tv studio. But forever just sounds so-
Without warning, as Ren tips his head up to smile at Akechi, getting a glimpse at the red in the older boy's face that he's ultimately responsible for, Akechi twists his fingers roughly into the other's hair and yanks his head backwards.]
Down, boy.
[And then, instead of tearing Ren's throat out with his teeth, there's a confident hand sliding between their bodies, a warm palm cupping at Ren's cock through his pants.]
I'm going to blow you.