Maybe Akechi outright ignores Ren's texts the first day or so after the dragon attack. Not because there's anything more pressing that requires his immediate attention and certainly not because he regrets that act of furious passion out there on the battlefield. No, Akechi ignores the texts simply because he can.
(Though maybe there was just tiniest bit of asserting his own control there too. In a world where they've been effectively collared, it feels good to push the boundaries of his own cage just to see what he can still get away with.)
But Ren is, as he always has been, insufferably persistent. So it's maybe the third day since the other teen had sent his initial "soooo we should. chat." text when Akechi finally shows up at his dorm.
The older boy is dressed just as finely as he had been that night out at the pub - his vest laced elegantly up his neck, his gloves pulled tight around his fingers, every inch of him annoyingly covered. Even his silky hair has been pulled together at the back of his neck, a small, single braid woven through it. And when he enters Ren's room, he eyes the other boy up and down briefly - needing that one look to make certain the other hasn't lost a limb or something equally insane in the few days apart - before he's brushing right by Ren and helping himself to settle on the edge of his bed. Immediately, a slender leg crosses over the other, arms crossed over his chest.
[So the first day after everything is settled, Ren doesn't expect a response. Akechi obviously went through a lot with the dragon too- he's been asking around, and there were some crazy stories coming out and he's sure they'll be more- and they could both use some time to rest. But by day two he's wondering if it would be too forward to walk over there. By day three he's fully contemplating setting himself on fire.
Was it really just a one-off thing? Was this not something Akechi actually wanted, or-- is he going to tell Ren he never wants to do anything like that ever again? His throat is tight at even the possibility, the thought of having to claw back that happiness, the feeling of Akechi's lips on his, how could he live without that again--
Oh, shit, he's here.
Ren has never been the type to dress up, exactly, but Sumire has at least tried to make him acceptable outside of the basic clothes provided to him. That said, since he wasn't exactly going anywhere, he's wearing a dark and rather loose-fitting shirt, sleeves with more fabric that cinch at the wrist and shoulder and a deep v-neck from the collar- this one devoid of laces and left to expose more of his chest. It's tucked in to tighter, high-waisted pants that hug his hips, long and tucked into boots at the bottom. Even with the tighter pants, there's still room for him to bury his hands in his pockets like he usually does, which he does go back to once he's actually let Akechi in.
As much as the other boy sizes him up, Ren does too, though it lingers more on the details- the braid, the way the tight bits accentuate his frame, how much Akechi looks like a present that Ren wants to carefully unwrap. But he can't say that. He has to be cool about this.
He goes and sits down next to Akechi on his own bed.]
I... kinda figured we should.
[He's removed his hands from his pockets, letting them rest on the bed at his sides, putting just a bit of weight into leaning on them. It leaves his fingers flat, less than an inch from Akechi's leg, and Ren watches it like he's testing the challenge line of a cat about to bite him.]
I'm glad you're okay. After everything that happened, I mean.
Was there any doubt? I seem to recall that I wasn't the one set on fire.
[Ren comes to settle on the bed besides Akechi, the mattress dipping just enough under the other's weight to tip them both closer together, and suddenly the older boy is incredibly aware of the distance between every point of their bodies. His eyes linger against where Ren's hand is resting on the bed between them, barely an inch away from his leg. He can feel the other boy's breath mingling with his own from where their heads are tipped close, the way their feet are settled on the floor, nearly brushing together.
The tension in the air between them is palpable.]
I assume you have something specific to talk about.
[Akechi tips his head just so, the sunshine filtering in through the window making all the browns and reds of his eyes erupt like sparklers against a burning sunset, his chestnut hair woven with gold in the light. His expression remains aloof, as if nothing about this private meeting was thrilling at all, but then he's reaching forward to tug at one of Ren's sleeves, adjusting it just so, gloved fingers brushing over warm skin before he pulls away again.]
Though I wouldn't put it past you to take delight in wasting my time.
[Ren feels like he's holding himself too rigid, too still, too performative for whatever they're doing now. It feels like it did when he had first met Akechi, when they were extremely aware of where their hands fell during that first game of billiards, the electricity in them when Ren messed up his hair at the cafe. Then, he was holding back secrets, the thought of trust and immediate consequences. Now...
His heart skips a beat as Akechi moves to touch him, and his thoughts are utterly flooded with the thought of grabbing the other boy's face and kissing him until he's forgotten the concept of time.]
Is it really a waste if I get to spend it with you?
[Akechi will tell him if it's too much. Akechi will-- Akechi will say something if he does something wrong. He just needs to try. He just needs to act.]
I wanted to ask you about... when you pulled me out of there. When you kissed me.
[He moves his hand closer, the knuckles pressing now into the side of Akechi's leg. Not too fast. Not too much. Do not give away how often he's thought about this, how much he's dreamed of a moment like this for months now.]
[Instead of swatting Ren's touch away, Akechi huffs out a mirthless laugh, head tipping to the side, watching the other boy through half-lidded eyes.]
There's that brainless sentimentality I remember you for.
[It's too much.
Akechi realizes he's in deeper than he's prepared for, his heart hammering in his chest at the other's open affection, at that, frankly, moronic sentiment. But moronic or not, it hits Akechi exactly where Ren intends it to, leaving the gentlest touches of color on his cheeks, skin warmed at the flattery. It's so fucking stupid, but fuck if it doesn't work.
But then Ren just has to bypass the kiss of it all to address what it means for them - About us - and that just won't do. No, better to shut up the other boy entirely.
So where Ren is so cautiously brushing Akechi's leg with just the barest hints of pressure, the older boy reaches down to slap the other's hand away just so he can instead push closer to crawl into Ren's lap himself. He settles there like he belongs there above the younger boy, his thighs bracketing the other's hips, both of his arms loosely curling behind Ren's neck. The sun streaming in from behind Akechi gives him a golden halo as his fingers twist into those dark curls, maybe making it difficult to see the older boy's eyes from this position.
But Ren would not be able to miss the curl at his lips.]
[Brainless, he says, when Ren can see the color at his cheeks, the way he holds himself taut and then suddenly into movement like a spring uncoiled, from far to near in a matter of moments. Frankly, Ren should probably be worried that he's about to be stabbed again when Akechi climbs into his lap, but that would imply he's able to have thoughts in his head to his own wellbeing while, well, Akechi is in his lap. His breath catches in his throat, looking up to try and meet the other boy's eyes, get a moment of thought if this is real, if he is dreaming, if this is something truly wanted.
Ren's tongue darts out for a second like he's going to speak, and then he bites his bottom lip instead, reaching up with one hand to touch gently into Akechi's hair and bring his face closer so he can see him properly.]
You'll... tell me, if you don't want something. Okay?
[And he'll only give Akechi a few moments to comply before he pulls him in for another kiss. It's not bruising, not the kind of desperate pressure from before, but it's far from gentle in the intensity Ren brings to immediately biting at Akechi's bottom lip like he's going to devour him whole. Meanwhile, his free hand has moved to the other boy's leg around his hip, pressing the pads of his fingers to fabric and holding there like he wants to dig in his nails and leave marks.]
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.]
[Not some blushing schoolboy, he says, when Ren watched his face flush about two minutes previous from a simple question. But that does make Ren wonder... how much experience does Akechi have, in things like this? Has he dated? Has he had serious relationships? Or is he just... throwing himself into this because he thinks it's what Ren wants?
But again, he has to stop and remind himself- this is about trust. This is about Akechi telling him the truth, and Ren showing he isn't afraid to accept what's given. So if he says so... then it's okay.
Besides, it's a little difficult to keep reasonable, correct thoughts right now, not when he's got Akechi's hair in one hand and his leg in another with the warmth of him on his lap. He rearranges his grip slightly, letting his hands slide; the one on Akechi's head moves down only slightly to the back of his neck, while the other moves up his leg and around to his hip, further still to push Akechi forward into him and squeeze at his butt. God, he has no idea what he did to make this happen, but he has never been more thankful for whatever that was.
Ren breaks from the kiss for just a moment to try and shift how he's sitting, ensure Akechi isn't going to go falling off onto the floor, but it betrays the small sigh he gives when his hips press into the other boy. It's just kissing- he should be more chill about this- but that's not what his body says, not for the times he's dreamed of exactly this and never thought it would come true.]
Maybe I should've asked if you were armed. But I'm pretty sure the answer's yes.
[He tries to save face by burying his head into Akechi's neck, nuzzling in and up around his hair, biting at his earlobe and testing different spots on his jaw and neck to see which ones elicit the best sounds.]
The other boy's hand slides up Akechi's legs, dragging their bodies even closer, before Ren's palm is curling over his ass. And when they finally part from that long, lingering, breathless kiss, Akechi gets to watch the way Ren Amamiya's handsome face goes so awed looking up at him, his kiss-bruised lips parted, his gray eyes sparkling in that way that leaves the older tingling all over.
Stupid sexy Joker.]
The answer's always yes, Amamiya. Unlike you, I don't let my guard down. Not even now.
[It's a good attempt at a distraction, Ren turning his attention on what delicate, pale skin he has access to, but it's right when his teeth nip at that earlobe that Akechi grinds his hips down against Ren's aggressively, lashes fluttering at the sensation, the softest little exhale slipping from his lips, but otherwise, he just looks smug.]
Pathetic. Are you really so bereft of self-control?
[The last thing Ren is thinking about is having a guard right now. Not when Akechi pushes down on him and he meets it back without thinking, another hot exhale of breath where Akechi's neck meets his shoulder.]
Mmm... maybe. But that doesn't mean I'll lose to you.
[He heard that noise he made, and he wants more of it. His hands move quickly to grab at Akechi's hips, and rolls upwards into him, holding him in place. At the same time, he's going to weaponize the fact that he knows Akechi is enjoying this by sucking at his earlobe and letting out a whisper of a moan only for him to hear.]
Not when you're being so encouraging. Not when I know what you really want.
[Even without being able to see Akechi's face in that moment, Ren would have no trouble feeling the way the older boy's whole body goes tense above him at the challenge dropped between them. Of course not even sex is above being turned into a game for them, the prospect of winning over Ren suddenly the most important goal of Goro Akechi's life.
And Ren doesn't disappoint. Rising to the challenge as he always does, Akechi feels the hands curling at his hips and knows what the younger boy plans before he even begins to move. And once he does, Akechi sees stars. The gloved hands running through Ren's curls slide down to the other boy's chest, fisting into the fabric there as he arches back, groaning just barely against the attention.
Still, when he speaks again, there's not even an attempt to hide the jeer in his tone.]
You sound so annoyingly certain of yourself, so tell me: what is it you think I want?
[Akechi can say whatever he wants, but Ren knows better to listen to the lies coming from his mouth when the truth comes from his hips, from his hands fisted in Ren's shirt, from the whispers of sound that escape his mouth in a way he can't take back. Everything about their relationship has always been reading between the lines of each other, hands and words in the corners of society where others won't reach. So it's easy to ignore his jeers and let a grin crack across his face, press his cheek into Akechi's neck so he knows the other boy can feel the curve of his smile.
And then instead of speaking, Ren decides to bring his head down more, grab onto the end of the lacing on Akechi's vest with his teeth, and pull it out of whatever tie he has it in so he can actually get to the base of Akechi's neck, or at the very least his collarbone. But he might also accidentally strangle him. That's on you for having clothes that are hard to take off, Akechi.]
[There are moments where Ren's stupid, impulsive actions seem to pay off in spades, somehow able to turn a harrowing defeat into an irritatingly effortless victory. It's just another one of dozens of things that Akechi has envied about this particular boy, that he so rarely thinks with his head and still somehow manages to come out on top.
However, this is not one of those times.
Akechi can feel the other boy going for the pretty laces at his neck, but it's only a second before the disaster that it clicks in his head just what Ren is attempting to do.]
You idiot just use you- nGNH!
[Instead of unlacing the ties that go halfway up Akechi's elegant neck, Ren gets his teeth on the complicated knot and tugs just hard enough to tighten said laces, strangling the boy on his lap with his own clothing. Akechi makes an incredibly unsexy sputtering gasp before his palm is connecting with Ren's face and roughly shoving him back into the mattress. He's on his feet within seconds, turning away just long enough that he can conceal his undignified choking and blink a few tears from his eyes.
But then he turns back to Ren and glowers at the boy laid out on his mattress.]
Could you be a bigger dumbass? [Affectionate and derogatory.] It's like you can't help but self-sabotage yourself at every turn.
[But instead of racing out the door like any normal person might, Akechi straightens up in front of Ren instead, cheeks just slightly flushed as he uses his teeth to peel his own leather gloves off and drop them at his feet. From there, he undoes the elaborate lacing of his vest, slim, dexterous fingers making quick work of what Ren failed, before it's joining the gloves on the floor.]
If you're going to make me choke, I at least deserve a warning.
[Akechi steps forward towards the bed, the neckline of the shirt beneath his vest plunging just enough to show off peeks of the scars against his torso. Not just the surgical lines beneath his pecs denoting his transition, but the ugly scar left behind by the bullet that took his life. It's impossible to miss, discolored against the rest of his pale skin, with a matching twin on Akechi's back from where the bullet exploded out of his back.]
[Look Akechi, this is like the beer incident. He can't win all the time. You just didn't see any of the failures.
He isn't even quite listening when Akechi starts protesting, until suddenly there's a hand in his face and the warmth is gone from him as he falls backwards onto the bed. What did he do? Did that not work? Isn't that how it's supposed to work?
Akechi turns around to be mad at him again, and he sees the knot is clearly still in place. Ah. Oops.]
I thought it would... do something else.
[But he stops talking, very quickly, as Akechi does the absolute most attractive thing-- and frankly what Ren should have done, why didn't he go for the gloves, damn-- and is once again in awe of the man in front of him, the skin exposed in a way he's never had the chance to see. He leans forward, moving without thinking, one hand moving to Akechi's waist and the other slipping under his shirt to brush his fingers across the scar. It's one thing to know what happens, know what will happen, and to see the physicality of it. To know the consequences.
Ren pulls Akechi closer to him and kisses it, gently, because there is simply nothing else to do.]
I wasn't trying to hurt you, if that's what you mean.
[But instead of getting into the emotions of it, Ren grins a little against the other boy's skin.]
But I appreciate the help.
[He nuzzles his face against Akechi's skin, breathing in the scent of him before beginning to kiss and lick his way down his chest to the nearest nipple, leaving bites and marks as he goes. He has obviously done bad things with his mouth thus far, and now he's here to rectify that, hands sliding on hips and up the back of his shirt to draw him close again.]
[Akechi feels Ren's touch before he sees it, fingertips dragging over his heart, tracing the ugliness of his scar, and there is just something about Ren Amamiya pressing a tender kiss over the undeniable proof of his death that hits a little too close to home.
Thankfully for the both of them, instead of turning weepy and overly sentimental and fully killing the mood, Ren just gets horny instead and Akechi is all too eager to reciprocate the feeling.
After that reverent, careful brush of fingertips and lips, Ren doesn't bother hiding how much he wants the other boy, dragging Akechi closer, hands and lips and teeth gliding over his skin. He slots himself right between Ren's legs while he stands there at the edge of the bed, hands twisting into the other's hair, his skinny frame trembling when the other teen seeks out his nipple, the press of a warm tongue leaving Akechi sucking in a sharp breath through his teeth. Immediately, that pink on his cheeks deepens, traveling down to his exposed collarbone, a desperate little throb between his legs.]
Finally putting that mouth to good use, hm?
[Ren's utter enthusiasm at licking over his chest is maybe something the older boy was unprepared for. He just looks so shamelessly desperate to touch Akechi and it is embarrassingly hot.
His fingers stroke through Ren's curls, playing with the other's hair.]
[Every time Akechi shakes under a touch, makes a noise that betrays the calm facade, Ren wants to dive in and explore every second. He wants to suck on Akechi's chest until he tries to cover his mouth in screams, he wants to raise his leg between the other boy's thighs until he can feel him shake apart. Just the thought of what he'll sound like when Ren has him pinned down, when his hands can finally touch all the softest parts of him--
Ren thrusts his hips into Akechi's leg in front of him, biting down hard just under his collarbone, intent to leave a mark.
But he pulls back just enough when he hears Akechi's question, breathing on exposed skin.]
How long... what?
[Come on, Ren, there's a brain in there in your head and not just in your penis. He covers for himself by moving across Akechi's chest to the other side, giving a swipe of his tongue and a nip of his teeth every few seconds on any piece of skin he can touch.]
That I've wanted to touch you? That I wanted to hear you lose how formal you could be and ask me to keep going?
[Not an answer, really, but it will be when Ren tilts his head up again so he can catch Akechi's gaze.]
Months. But it--
[-- feels like I've known you forever, like somewhere my soul was seeking yours, like whatever energy makes up the sea of souls made us from the same parts and I've been only half of me my entire life until you came along--]
[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.]
[Keeping himself away from Akechi feels near-impossible now; he always thought holding himself back before was difficult enough, fighting the choke in his throat of desire and needing to touch. But this? How is he ever going to stop from grabbing him now? Every time he looks at the other boy, he's going to imagine this, the soft skin under his hands, his mouth, his--
Akechi pulls his hair and Ren moans without even thinking about it, his lips still slightly parted when he meets the other boy's gaze. For a second, he feels hypnotized, like he can't move and a moment of panic sets in-- but it's as simple as flexing a bit of his grip on Akechi's hips to bring him back. This isn't something he's being told to want. This is something-- someone-- he's wanted for so long he can't possibly remember a life worth living without him. He has control. He's just giving it to someone he trusts.
Ren swallows as he tries to re-center himself, and realize that Akechi has said words to him and he should process what they are.
Wait, really?]
I-- are you sure?
[He hates himself for saying it as soon as he does, and in less than a second he blinks and speaks again.]
[Ren is really out here speed running a breakup before they ever officially get together.
Akechi pulls back, the fingers tangled in Ren's curls loosening, offense pinching at his sharp features. Naturally, as is the way of these things, he reads into Ren's response in exactly the worst way possible.]
If the mere thought revolts you so badly, at least have the balls to say it.
Akechi tries to pull anywhere further and Ren clings to him like a vice, a moment of panic where he barely lets the other boy finish his sentence before he's babbling in return.]
No it-- it's not that, I didn't want you to feel-- feel like you had to.
[He forces himself to slow down, more harried breaths of his chest pressed against Akechi's, refusing to let go.]
I didn't want you to think you... you had to. You don't ever have to do anything you don't want with me. Okay?
But Ren keeps Akechi from pulling away, instead grasping for the older boy as if he's afraid he'll just suddenly slip through his fingers, and it's maybe seeing the panic that blooms behind Ren's eyes that suddenly connects just what is happening for Akechi.
Oh. Well, that fear won't do, will it?
So instead of yanking himself free and making a whole display out of his hurt feelings, Akechi steps closer again, his finger hooking beneath Ren's chin, tipping the other boy's head up so that he can close the distance to kiss him. It's softer this time, not as ravenous or desperate, no show of teeth and tongues, just a slow, gentle press of their mouths together, one that lingers until they simply have to part to breathe again.]
Knock it off. I've wanted you long before we ever arrived here, so get it out of your mind that I'm being forced or tricked or that any part of me doesn't want this. It is my own decision, using the agency I was long denied. This is my choice.
[And with his serious expression not cracking in the slightest, he scowls back at Ren, continuing,]
The moment passes, thankfully, as Akechi doesn't leave-- believes him, even, in a way Ren thanks whatever lucky star he has for. Instead, their lips meet again in something soft, even sweet, and Ren doesn't let go of his grip the entire time.
Instead, Akechi gets to see the passion in Ren's expression as he speaks. The absolute love that can't be held back anymore here pressed together in the quiet, the validation of months of interaction where they both severely questioned it's reality. The hands-over-hands on billiard shots, the bump in their elbows between arcade games, the back-and-forth movements in the Metaverse almost like a waltz, first formal, then wild. Every barely-there look, brush of hair, hands on a shoulder or fingers barely pressing--
And it's real. It's all real. It has been real, and is real now.
Ren has exactly enough self control not to cry about it, and instead nod.]
Okay. I-- I believe you.
[He reluctantly releases Akechi so there's even a little space between them, mostly because he knows this can't actually happen if he doesn't remove his hips from being plastered on Ren's chest. So he lets Akechi step back and he stands, starting to fiddle with the ties on the side of his pants to loosen them.]
Do I... do you want me to take my shirt off, or...?
[There. Ren's been so glaringly obvious in his own feelings for some time, it's about time that Akechi gave him even the slightest glimpse into his own. It's not quite the full extent of his affections, it doesn't dare delve into the unshakeable passion Akechi feels for him, into the resolute loyalty he's never held for anyone until Ren, but it's a promise in it's own way.
Whatever happens here, Akechi isn't going to just disappear from Ren's life. Not just yet. Whatever time they have in this place, they'll have together.
Even if that beam of deep affection from Ren nearly bowls Akechi over with it's sheer intensity, the older boy takes every ounce of the love and tenderness and adoration in the other's expression before he's kneeling right between his legs, already batting Ren's hands out of the way to replace them with his own.]
You're so damn annoying. Stop questioning yourself. I'm hardly interested in a man who needs me to answer simple questions for him. [The ties of his pants are deftly untangled and pulled apart, leaving just enough room for Akechi to slide them down Ren's hips, leaving only his briefs in the way.] I've said I wanted you. I'm about to suck your dick. How much more encouraging do you need?
[Ren very hurriedly removes his hands as Akechi comes in with deft fingers and smooth hands, and he gets distracted from the everything for a second just that he's here and this is happening before he snaps himself back into reality. There is no time for daydreaming now, not when the thing he's been dreaming about is happening- or at least one of the ways he's daydreamed this.]
Don't think I'm that annoying if you're this persistent.
[But if he spends too much time getting into the back-and-forth he'll psych himself out, so instead he pushes toe to heel at his boots while he hooks a thumb on the waistline of his underwear, and steps out of all of them into a heap to the side. It's an odd type of exposure, standing anywhere in only a shirt, especially with his dick now on full display. Ren knows Akechi has seen him before- they were at the bathhouse together, of course- but he's a good bit bigger when he's turned on, and god, does he feel almost embarrassingly hard right now. At this point, Ren just decides to go for it, and pulls his shirt over his head just to have something to do before he's standing there looking down at Akechi and biting his lip so he doesn't say anything really, really stupid.]
[But Ren goes quiet and Akechi can guess exactly why that is, the other boy letting his own nerves jumble around inside of him. Still, anxious or not, Ren doesn't make an idiot of himself just standing there doing nothing, instead he pushes into movement and Akechi couldn't be more smug to see the boy so quick to follow orders.
(Nevermind the orders were basically 'don't wait for my orders'.)
Knelt there in front of Ren, a hand pressed to the other boy's knee for balance, Akechi gets to watch the way he confidently slips out of his underwear and pants before quickly moving to his shirt, leaving himself fully exposed there in his dorm room. Immediately, there's some stupid quip or complaint or tease on the tip of Akechi's tongue, but it dies the moment Ren's hard dick springs free.
He's stupidly large for a boy with such a skinny frame. Where was all of this cock hidden while they were at the bathhouse together???]
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Date: 2025-03-02 05:45 am (UTC)From:Maybe Akechi outright ignores Ren's texts the first day or so after the dragon attack. Not because there's anything more pressing that requires his immediate attention and certainly not because he regrets that act of furious passion out there on the battlefield. No, Akechi ignores the texts simply because he can.
(Though maybe there was just tiniest bit of asserting his own control there too. In a world where they've been effectively collared, it feels good to push the boundaries of his own cage just to see what he can still get away with.)
But Ren is, as he always has been, insufferably persistent. So it's maybe the third day since the other teen had sent his initial "soooo we should. chat." text when Akechi finally shows up at his dorm.
The older boy is dressed just as finely as he had been that night out at the pub - his vest laced elegantly up his neck, his gloves pulled tight around his fingers, every inch of him annoyingly covered. Even his silky hair has been pulled together at the back of his neck, a small, single braid woven through it. And when he enters Ren's room, he eyes the other boy up and down briefly - needing that one look to make certain the other hasn't lost a limb or something equally insane in the few days apart - before he's brushing right by Ren and helping himself to settle on the edge of his bed. Immediately, a slender leg crosses over the other, arms crossed over his chest.
Naturally, his expression gives nothing away.]
You wanted to talk.
CLAPS MY HANDS LIKE A FUCKIN SEAL
Date: 2025-03-02 07:19 am (UTC)From:Was it really just a one-off thing? Was this not something Akechi actually wanted, or-- is he going to tell Ren he never wants to do anything like that ever again? His throat is tight at even the possibility, the thought of having to claw back that happiness, the feeling of Akechi's lips on his, how could he live without that again--
Oh, shit, he's here.
Ren has never been the type to dress up, exactly, but Sumire has at least tried to make him acceptable outside of the basic clothes provided to him. That said, since he wasn't exactly going anywhere, he's wearing a dark and rather loose-fitting shirt, sleeves with more fabric that cinch at the wrist and shoulder and a deep v-neck from the collar- this one devoid of laces and left to expose more of his chest. It's tucked in to tighter, high-waisted pants that hug his hips, long and tucked into boots at the bottom. Even with the tighter pants, there's still room for him to bury his hands in his pockets like he usually does, which he does go back to once he's actually let Akechi in.
As much as the other boy sizes him up, Ren does too, though it lingers more on the details- the braid, the way the tight bits accentuate his frame, how much Akechi looks like a present that Ren wants to carefully unwrap. But he can't say that. He has to be cool about this.
He goes and sits down next to Akechi on his own bed.]
I... kinda figured we should.
[He's removed his hands from his pockets, letting them rest on the bed at his sides, putting just a bit of weight into leaning on them. It leaves his fingers flat, less than an inch from Akechi's leg, and Ren watches it like he's testing the challenge line of a cat about to bite him.]
I'm glad you're okay. After everything that happened, I mean.
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Date: 2025-03-02 07:44 am (UTC)From:Was there any doubt? I seem to recall that I wasn't the one set on fire.
[Ren comes to settle on the bed besides Akechi, the mattress dipping just enough under the other's weight to tip them both closer together, and suddenly the older boy is incredibly aware of the distance between every point of their bodies. His eyes linger against where Ren's hand is resting on the bed between them, barely an inch away from his leg. He can feel the other boy's breath mingling with his own from where their heads are tipped close, the way their feet are settled on the floor, nearly brushing together.
The tension in the air between them is palpable.]
I assume you have something specific to talk about.
[Akechi tips his head just so, the sunshine filtering in through the window making all the browns and reds of his eyes erupt like sparklers against a burning sunset, his chestnut hair woven with gold in the light. His expression remains aloof, as if nothing about this private meeting was thrilling at all, but then he's reaching forward to tug at one of Ren's sleeves, adjusting it just so, gloved fingers brushing over warm skin before he pulls away again.]
Though I wouldn't put it past you to take delight in wasting my time.
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Date: 2025-03-03 04:48 am (UTC)From:His heart skips a beat as Akechi moves to touch him, and his thoughts are utterly flooded with the thought of grabbing the other boy's face and kissing him until he's forgotten the concept of time.]
Is it really a waste if I get to spend it with you?
[Akechi will tell him if it's too much. Akechi will-- Akechi will say something if he does something wrong. He just needs to try. He just needs to act.]
I wanted to ask you about... when you pulled me out of there. When you kissed me.
[He moves his hand closer, the knuckles pressing now into the side of Akechi's leg. Not too fast. Not too much. Do not give away how often he's thought about this, how much he's dreamed of a moment like this for months now.]
About... us.
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Date: 2025-03-03 05:32 am (UTC)From:There's that brainless sentimentality I remember you for.
[It's too much.
Akechi realizes he's in deeper than he's prepared for, his heart hammering in his chest at the other's open affection, at that, frankly, moronic sentiment. But moronic or not, it hits Akechi exactly where Ren intends it to, leaving the gentlest touches of color on his cheeks, skin warmed at the flattery. It's so fucking stupid, but fuck if it doesn't work.
But then Ren just has to bypass the kiss of it all to address what it means for them - About us - and that just won't do. No, better to shut up the other boy entirely.
So where Ren is so cautiously brushing Akechi's leg with just the barest hints of pressure, the older boy reaches down to slap the other's hand away just so he can instead push closer to crawl into Ren's lap himself. He settles there like he belongs there above the younger boy, his thighs bracketing the other's hips, both of his arms loosely curling behind Ren's neck. The sun streaming in from behind Akechi gives him a golden halo as his fingers twist into those dark curls, maybe making it difficult to see the older boy's eyes from this position.
But Ren would not be able to miss the curl at his lips.]
Aren't you tired of talking?
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Date: 2025-03-03 05:50 am (UTC)From:Ren's tongue darts out for a second like he's going to speak, and then he bites his bottom lip instead, reaching up with one hand to touch gently into Akechi's hair and bring his face closer so he can see him properly.]
You'll... tell me, if you don't want something. Okay?
[And he'll only give Akechi a few moments to comply before he pulls him in for another kiss. It's not bruising, not the kind of desperate pressure from before, but it's far from gentle in the intensity Ren brings to immediately biting at Akechi's bottom lip like he's going to devour him whole. Meanwhile, his free hand has moved to the other boy's leg around his hip, pressing the pads of his fingers to fabric and holding there like he wants to dig in his nails and leave marks.]
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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.]
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Date: 2025-03-03 08:31 pm (UTC)From:But again, he has to stop and remind himself- this is about trust. This is about Akechi telling him the truth, and Ren showing he isn't afraid to accept what's given. So if he says so... then it's okay.
Besides, it's a little difficult to keep reasonable, correct thoughts right now, not when he's got Akechi's hair in one hand and his leg in another with the warmth of him on his lap. He rearranges his grip slightly, letting his hands slide; the one on Akechi's head moves down only slightly to the back of his neck, while the other moves up his leg and around to his hip, further still to push Akechi forward into him and squeeze at his butt. God, he has no idea what he did to make this happen, but he has never been more thankful for whatever that was.
Ren breaks from the kiss for just a moment to try and shift how he's sitting, ensure Akechi isn't going to go falling off onto the floor, but it betrays the small sigh he gives when his hips press into the other boy. It's just kissing- he should be more chill about this- but that's not what his body says, not for the times he's dreamed of exactly this and never thought it would come true.]
Maybe I should've asked if you were armed. But I'm pretty sure the answer's yes.
[He tries to save face by burying his head into Akechi's neck, nuzzling in and up around his hair, biting at his earlobe and testing different spots on his jaw and neck to see which ones elicit the best sounds.]
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Date: 2025-03-04 02:06 am (UTC)From:The other boy's hand slides up Akechi's legs, dragging their bodies even closer, before Ren's palm is curling over his ass. And when they finally part from that long, lingering, breathless kiss, Akechi gets to watch the way Ren Amamiya's handsome face goes so awed looking up at him, his kiss-bruised lips parted, his gray eyes sparkling in that way that leaves the older tingling all over.
Stupid sexy Joker.]
The answer's always yes, Amamiya. Unlike you, I don't let my guard down. Not even now.
[It's a good attempt at a distraction, Ren turning his attention on what delicate, pale skin he has access to, but it's right when his teeth nip at that earlobe that Akechi grinds his hips down against Ren's aggressively, lashes fluttering at the sensation, the softest little exhale slipping from his lips, but otherwise, he just looks smug.]
Pathetic. Are you really so bereft of self-control?
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Date: 2025-03-04 02:22 am (UTC)From:Mmm... maybe. But that doesn't mean I'll lose to you.
[He heard that noise he made, and he wants more of it. His hands move quickly to grab at Akechi's hips, and rolls upwards into him, holding him in place. At the same time, he's going to weaponize the fact that he knows Akechi is enjoying this by sucking at his earlobe and letting out a whisper of a moan only for him to hear.]
Not when you're being so encouraging. Not when I know what you really want.
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Date: 2025-03-04 03:13 am (UTC)From:And Ren doesn't disappoint. Rising to the challenge as he always does, Akechi feels the hands curling at his hips and knows what the younger boy plans before he even begins to move. And once he does, Akechi sees stars. The gloved hands running through Ren's curls slide down to the other boy's chest, fisting into the fabric there as he arches back, groaning just barely against the attention.
Still, when he speaks again, there's not even an attempt to hide the jeer in his tone.]
You sound so annoyingly certain of yourself, so tell me: what is it you think I want?
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Date: 2025-03-04 06:33 am (UTC)From:And then instead of speaking, Ren decides to bring his head down more, grab onto the end of the lacing on Akechi's vest with his teeth, and pull it out of whatever tie he has it in so he can actually get to the base of Akechi's neck, or at the very least his collarbone. But he might also accidentally strangle him. That's on you for having clothes that are hard to take off, Akechi.]
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Date: 2025-03-04 07:14 am (UTC)From:However, this is not one of those times.
Akechi can feel the other boy going for the pretty laces at his neck, but it's only a second before the disaster that it clicks in his head just what Ren is attempting to do.]
You idiot just use you- nGNH!
[Instead of unlacing the ties that go halfway up Akechi's elegant neck, Ren gets his teeth on the complicated knot and tugs just hard enough to tighten said laces, strangling the boy on his lap with his own clothing. Akechi makes an incredibly unsexy sputtering gasp before his palm is connecting with Ren's face and roughly shoving him back into the mattress. He's on his feet within seconds, turning away just long enough that he can conceal his undignified choking and blink a few tears from his eyes.
But then he turns back to Ren and glowers at the boy laid out on his mattress.]
Could you be a bigger dumbass? [Affectionate and derogatory.] It's like you can't help but self-sabotage yourself at every turn.
[But instead of racing out the door like any normal person might, Akechi straightens up in front of Ren instead, cheeks just slightly flushed as he uses his teeth to peel his own leather gloves off and drop them at his feet. From there, he undoes the elaborate lacing of his vest, slim, dexterous fingers making quick work of what Ren failed, before it's joining the gloves on the floor.]
If you're going to make me choke, I at least deserve a warning.
[Akechi steps forward towards the bed, the neckline of the shirt beneath his vest plunging just enough to show off peeks of the scars against his torso. Not just the surgical lines beneath his pecs denoting his transition, but the ugly scar left behind by the bullet that took his life. It's impossible to miss, discolored against the rest of his pale skin, with a matching twin on Akechi's back from where the bullet exploded out of his back.]
Is this what you were trying for?
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Date: 2025-03-05 04:47 am (UTC)From:He isn't even quite listening when Akechi starts protesting, until suddenly there's a hand in his face and the warmth is gone from him as he falls backwards onto the bed. What did he do? Did that not work? Isn't that how it's supposed to work?
Akechi turns around to be mad at him again, and he sees the knot is clearly still in place. Ah. Oops.]
I thought it would... do something else.
[But he stops talking, very quickly, as Akechi does the absolute most attractive thing-- and frankly what Ren should have done, why didn't he go for the gloves, damn-- and is once again in awe of the man in front of him, the skin exposed in a way he's never had the chance to see. He leans forward, moving without thinking, one hand moving to Akechi's waist and the other slipping under his shirt to brush his fingers across the scar. It's one thing to know what happens, know what will happen, and to see the physicality of it. To know the consequences.
Ren pulls Akechi closer to him and kisses it, gently, because there is simply nothing else to do.]
I wasn't trying to hurt you, if that's what you mean.
[But instead of getting into the emotions of it, Ren grins a little against the other boy's skin.]
But I appreciate the help.
[He nuzzles his face against Akechi's skin, breathing in the scent of him before beginning to kiss and lick his way down his chest to the nearest nipple, leaving bites and marks as he goes. He has obviously done bad things with his mouth thus far, and now he's here to rectify that, hands sliding on hips and up the back of his shirt to draw him close again.]
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Date: 2025-03-05 05:13 am (UTC)From:Thankfully for the both of them, instead of turning weepy and overly sentimental and fully killing the mood, Ren just gets horny instead and Akechi is all too eager to reciprocate the feeling.
After that reverent, careful brush of fingertips and lips, Ren doesn't bother hiding how much he wants the other boy, dragging Akechi closer, hands and lips and teeth gliding over his skin. He slots himself right between Ren's legs while he stands there at the edge of the bed, hands twisting into the other's hair, his skinny frame trembling when the other teen seeks out his nipple, the press of a warm tongue leaving Akechi sucking in a sharp breath through his teeth. Immediately, that pink on his cheeks deepens, traveling down to his exposed collarbone, a desperate little throb between his legs.]
Finally putting that mouth to good use, hm?
[Ren's utter enthusiasm at licking over his chest is maybe something the older boy was unprepared for. He just looks so shamelessly desperate to touch Akechi and it is embarrassingly hot.
His fingers stroke through Ren's curls, playing with the other's hair.]
I want to know how long.
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Date: 2025-03-05 06:22 am (UTC)From:Ren thrusts his hips into Akechi's leg in front of him, biting down hard just under his collarbone, intent to leave a mark.
But he pulls back just enough when he hears Akechi's question, breathing on exposed skin.]
How long... what?
[Come on, Ren, there's a brain in there in your head and not just in your penis. He covers for himself by moving across Akechi's chest to the other side, giving a swipe of his tongue and a nip of his teeth every few seconds on any piece of skin he can touch.]
That I've wanted to touch you? That I wanted to hear you lose how formal you could be and ask me to keep going?
[Not an answer, really, but it will be when Ren tilts his head up again so he can catch Akechi's gaze.]
Months. But it--
[-- feels like I've known you forever, like somewhere my soul was seeking yours, like whatever energy makes up the sea of souls made us from the same parts and I've been only half of me my entire life until you came along--]
-- feels like forever.
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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.
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Date: 2025-03-06 04:08 am (UTC)From:Akechi pulls his hair and Ren moans without even thinking about it, his lips still slightly parted when he meets the other boy's gaze. For a second, he feels hypnotized, like he can't move and a moment of panic sets in-- but it's as simple as flexing a bit of his grip on Akechi's hips to bring him back. This isn't something he's being told to want. This is something-- someone-- he's wanted for so long he can't possibly remember a life worth living without him. He has control. He's just giving it to someone he trusts.
Ren swallows as he tries to re-center himself, and realize that Akechi has said words to him and he should process what they are.
Wait, really?]
I-- are you sure?
[He hates himself for saying it as soon as he does, and in less than a second he blinks and speaks again.]
I mean-- you-- it-- you want to?
[Stupid. Fucking stupid. Please just kill him.]
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Date: 2025-03-06 04:15 am (UTC)From:Akechi pulls back, the fingers tangled in Ren's curls loosening, offense pinching at his sharp features. Naturally, as is the way of these things, he reads into Ren's response in exactly the worst way possible.]
If the mere thought revolts you so badly, at least have the balls to say it.
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Date: 2025-03-06 04:19 am (UTC)From:Akechi tries to pull anywhere further and Ren clings to him like a vice, a moment of panic where he barely lets the other boy finish his sentence before he's babbling in return.]
No it-- it's not that, I didn't want you to feel-- feel like you had to.
[He forces himself to slow down, more harried breaths of his chest pressed against Akechi's, refusing to let go.]
I didn't want you to think you... you had to. You don't ever have to do anything you don't want with me. Okay?
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Date: 2025-03-06 04:31 am (UTC)From:But Ren keeps Akechi from pulling away, instead grasping for the older boy as if he's afraid he'll just suddenly slip through his fingers, and it's maybe seeing the panic that blooms behind Ren's eyes that suddenly connects just what is happening for Akechi.
Oh. Well, that fear won't do, will it?
So instead of yanking himself free and making a whole display out of his hurt feelings, Akechi steps closer again, his finger hooking beneath Ren's chin, tipping the other boy's head up so that he can close the distance to kiss him. It's softer this time, not as ravenous or desperate, no show of teeth and tongues, just a slow, gentle press of their mouths together, one that lingers until they simply have to part to breathe again.]
Knock it off. I've wanted you long before we ever arrived here, so get it out of your mind that I'm being forced or tricked or that any part of me doesn't want this. It is my own decision, using the agency I was long denied. This is my choice.
[And with his serious expression not cracking in the slightest, he scowls back at Ren, continuing,]
And I want to suck your dick.
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Date: 2025-03-06 05:00 am (UTC)From:The moment passes, thankfully, as Akechi doesn't leave-- believes him, even, in a way Ren thanks whatever lucky star he has for. Instead, their lips meet again in something soft, even sweet, and Ren doesn't let go of his grip the entire time.
Instead, Akechi gets to see the passion in Ren's expression as he speaks. The absolute love that can't be held back anymore here pressed together in the quiet, the validation of months of interaction where they both severely questioned it's reality. The hands-over-hands on billiard shots, the bump in their elbows between arcade games, the back-and-forth movements in the Metaverse almost like a waltz, first formal, then wild. Every barely-there look, brush of hair, hands on a shoulder or fingers barely pressing--
And it's real. It's all real. It has been real, and is real now.
Ren has exactly enough self control not to cry about it, and instead nod.]
Okay. I-- I believe you.
[He reluctantly releases Akechi so there's even a little space between them, mostly because he knows this can't actually happen if he doesn't remove his hips from being plastered on Ren's chest. So he lets Akechi step back and he stands, starting to fiddle with the ties on the side of his pants to loosen them.]
Do I... do you want me to take my shirt off, or...?
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Date: 2025-03-06 05:24 am (UTC)From:Whatever happens here, Akechi isn't going to just disappear from Ren's life. Not just yet. Whatever time they have in this place, they'll have together.
Even if that beam of deep affection from Ren nearly bowls Akechi over with it's sheer intensity, the older boy takes every ounce of the love and tenderness and adoration in the other's expression before he's kneeling right between his legs, already batting Ren's hands out of the way to replace them with his own.]
You're so damn annoying. Stop questioning yourself. I'm hardly interested in a man who needs me to answer simple questions for him. [The ties of his pants are deftly untangled and pulled apart, leaving just enough room for Akechi to slide them down Ren's hips, leaving only his briefs in the way.] I've said I wanted you. I'm about to suck your dick. How much more encouraging do you need?
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Date: 2025-03-06 06:14 am (UTC)From:Don't think I'm that annoying if you're this persistent.
[But if he spends too much time getting into the back-and-forth he'll psych himself out, so instead he pushes toe to heel at his boots while he hooks a thumb on the waistline of his underwear, and steps out of all of them into a heap to the side. It's an odd type of exposure, standing anywhere in only a shirt, especially with his dick now on full display. Ren knows Akechi has seen him before- they were at the bathhouse together, of course- but he's a good bit bigger when he's turned on, and god, does he feel almost embarrassingly hard right now. At this point, Ren just decides to go for it, and pulls his shirt over his head just to have something to do before he's standing there looking down at Akechi and biting his lip so he doesn't say anything really, really stupid.]
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Date: 2025-03-06 08:25 am (UTC)From:[But Ren goes quiet and Akechi can guess exactly why that is, the other boy letting his own nerves jumble around inside of him. Still, anxious or not, Ren doesn't make an idiot of himself just standing there doing nothing, instead he pushes into movement and Akechi couldn't be more smug to see the boy so quick to follow orders.
(Nevermind the orders were basically 'don't wait for my orders'.)
Knelt there in front of Ren, a hand pressed to the other boy's knee for balance, Akechi gets to watch the way he confidently slips out of his underwear and pants before quickly moving to his shirt, leaving himself fully exposed there in his dorm room. Immediately, there's some stupid quip or complaint or tease on the tip of Akechi's tongue, but it dies the moment Ren's hard dick springs free.
He's stupidly large for a boy with such a skinny frame. Where was all of this cock hidden while they were at the bathhouse together???]
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