[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???]
[The shock on Akechi's face shifts into immediate exasperation, even as he's face-to-head with Ren's stupid giant dick.]
This is just obscene, you asshole.
[But there he is, shifting on his knees before a bare hand is coming to wrap around the shaft, giving it one slow experimental stroke, just to feel the true size of it in his hand. It's heavier than Akechi expected, warmer too, but that glide of skin-on-skin sets something aflame within the boy, that feeling of want blazing hotly between his own legs.]
I can't believe you're this fucking big. Who gave you the right?
[But that initial stroke turns into another, this time letting his hand slide over the tip, gathering the slick there just before spreading it all of the way to the base.]
Sit down, will you? You're going to poke out my eye.
[Whatever Ren expected to be said, it was Not That. He blinks once, obviously a bit in surprise, and looks between Akechi's face and his dick very quickly before resettling. Is it... that abnormal? He's never especially measured, but the average is around 7 inches, right? Maybe he's a bit bigger than that...
Oh. Wait. This isn't him being mad, Ren thinks. He's jealous.
He's snapped from it by the feeling of Akechi's hand on him, a shiver going through his entire body, and he almost sits himself down before Akechi even asks as his brain catches up. Fuck, how can someone else's hand feel so different and so fucking good? Unfortunately for Akechi, though, that bit of posturing on his end puts this into a better perspective. This is the same sort of push-and-pull they always have. And he's winning.
So the edge of Ren's mouth curls into a grin, and he sits, spreading his legs wider for Akechi to slot inside.]
Mm... maybe it's for you. I wouldn't want to disappoint and not fill you up, after all.
[Oh no, now he's got ideas, look at him. Ren reaches out, not pulling the other boy towards him, but gently carding a hand through his hair to rest near the back of his head.]
[Of course it's fucking jealousy. Once again, god's most special boy, Ren Amamiya, gets absolutely everything that Goro Akechi has ever wanted. The friends, the attention, the love, even the fucking cock. No amount of studying, of molding himself into the perfect boy, of surgery could ever give Akechi exactly what Ren simply has.
With no warning, Akechi's pinches that delicate skin of Ren's inner thigh. Hard.]
It even makes you sound stupider.
[But almost instantly after, Akechi is sliding closer between Ren's legs, his free hand sliding over the other's thigh.]
But if you need the proof for yourself, I'll show you just what I'm capable of.
[Without ever breaking eye contact, Akechi licks a hungry, wet stripe across the head of Ren's dick, taking his time. His warm tongue slides over the slit, curling around that fat head, before his hand slides down the shaft to curl at the base, stroking Ren while he lavishes attention at the tip.]
[He barely stops himself from the little yelp when Akechi decides to pinch at him, but recovers quickly. Still, whatever quip he may have had dies on his lips as he watches, enraptured, as Akechi begins to-- well, put his mouth where his words are. Ren's free hand curls into a fist on the top of the bed, the other in Akechi's hair forcibly not tightening nearly as much from the exact first second of contact. He has to stay normal about this. He has to stay so cool about this.
Except then his hand starts moving with his mouth and Ren knows Akechi can feel his cock leaking more pre-cum as a moan catches in his throat. Fuck, god damn, how did he get so lucky to be here. How did he get so fucking lucky.]
H--haah, alright. Challenge accepted.
[As if his dick isn't twitching with every subtle movement, as if he isn't consciously trying not to thrust in deeper, as if he isn't barely hanging on to his last shred of self control. Sure.]
[It's Goro Akechi and his whore mouth, of course he's going to win this.
Now that he's made certain the other boy's been stroked to fullness, his dick thick and long and just slightly curved in a way that leaves Akechi particularly ravenous, the hand that had been stroking over the shaft slips down so he can roll his fingers over the soft skin of Ren's balls instead. Above, he's still mouthing at the head of Ren's dick, refusing to take it fully into his mouth, but now pressing wet, messy kisses right over the slick tip.
It must be like agony, the way that Akechi takes his time opening his jaw and fitting his mouth over the tip, a brush of lips and a scrape of teeth before he's pulling away just to suck a kiss right under the head, swirling another agonizing lick up the throbbing shaft.
And the whole time his eyes have yet to break away from Ren's face, half-lidded, but focused, studying Ren's reaction to every single touch, the corner of his mouth stretched wide into a grin.
Ren isn't the only one to have fantasized about this moment.]
[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.]
[He's thought of his more than Akechi would ever be willing to admit.]
Going to cum already, Amamiya?
[Akechi huffs pulling back then, breathing out against Ren's glistening cockhead, left soaking from all of his attention, the warm puff of air huffing against his sensitive flesh.]
Pathetic.
[Ren may be trembling into pieces in front of him, but there's no missing the heat of Akechi's smirk aimed upwards as he grins up at the other boy, delicately tucking some loose hair behind his ear before his eyes finally flutter close and he fits his mouth right over the tip of Ren's dick. He makes a show of moaning around that fat, leaking head, making absolutely certain that the other boy can feel the vibrations of his groaning all of the way up his spine. And it's only when he's sure he's winning that Akechi tips forward just to draw Ren partially into his mouth.
And it feels good considering it's the first time he's ever touched a dick before, the weight of one on his tongue, the taste that seems so distinctly Ren. Akechi moans the whole time, curling his tongue around the underside of Ren's cock, unable to pretend this isn't getting him off just as much.]
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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?
there be nsfw from here on out you've been warned
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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Date: 2025-03-06 08:41 am (UTC)From:This is just obscene, you asshole.
[But there he is, shifting on his knees before a bare hand is coming to wrap around the shaft, giving it one slow experimental stroke, just to feel the true size of it in his hand. It's heavier than Akechi expected, warmer too, but that glide of skin-on-skin sets something aflame within the boy, that feeling of want blazing hotly between his own legs.]
I can't believe you're this fucking big. Who gave you the right?
[But that initial stroke turns into another, this time letting his hand slide over the tip, gathering the slick there just before spreading it all of the way to the base.]
Sit down, will you? You're going to poke out my eye.
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Date: 2025-03-07 04:26 am (UTC)From:Oh. Wait. This isn't him being mad, Ren thinks. He's jealous.
He's snapped from it by the feeling of Akechi's hand on him, a shiver going through his entire body, and he almost sits himself down before Akechi even asks as his brain catches up. Fuck, how can someone else's hand feel so different and so fucking good? Unfortunately for Akechi, though, that bit of posturing on his end puts this into a better perspective. This is the same sort of push-and-pull they always have. And he's winning.
So the edge of Ren's mouth curls into a grin, and he sits, spreading his legs wider for Akechi to slot inside.]
Mm... maybe it's for you. I wouldn't want to disappoint and not fill you up, after all.
[Oh no, now he's got ideas, look at him. Ren reaches out, not pulling the other boy towards him, but gently carding a hand through his hair to rest near the back of his head.]
Unless... you think you can't handle it.
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Date: 2025-03-07 04:54 am (UTC)From:With no warning, Akechi's pinches that delicate skin of Ren's inner thigh. Hard.]
It even makes you sound stupider.
[But almost instantly after, Akechi is sliding closer between Ren's legs, his free hand sliding over the other's thigh.]
But if you need the proof for yourself, I'll show you just what I'm capable of.
[Without ever breaking eye contact, Akechi licks a hungry, wet stripe across the head of Ren's dick, taking his time. His warm tongue slides over the slit, curling around that fat head, before his hand slides down the shaft to curl at the base, stroking Ren while he lavishes attention at the tip.]
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Date: 2025-03-07 05:17 am (UTC)From:Except then his hand starts moving with his mouth and Ren knows Akechi can feel his cock leaking more pre-cum as a moan catches in his throat. Fuck, god damn, how did he get so lucky to be here. How did he get so fucking lucky.]
H--haah, alright. Challenge accepted.
[As if his dick isn't twitching with every subtle movement, as if he isn't consciously trying not to thrust in deeper, as if he isn't barely hanging on to his last shred of self control. Sure.]
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Date: 2025-03-07 05:29 am (UTC)From:Now that he's made certain the other boy's been stroked to fullness, his dick thick and long and just slightly curved in a way that leaves Akechi particularly ravenous, the hand that had been stroking over the shaft slips down so he can roll his fingers over the soft skin of Ren's balls instead. Above, he's still mouthing at the head of Ren's dick, refusing to take it fully into his mouth, but now pressing wet, messy kisses right over the slick tip.
It must be like agony, the way that Akechi takes his time opening his jaw and fitting his mouth over the tip, a brush of lips and a scrape of teeth before he's pulling away just to suck a kiss right under the head, swirling another agonizing lick up the throbbing shaft.
And the whole time his eyes have yet to break away from Ren's face, half-lidded, but focused, studying Ren's reaction to every single touch, the corner of his mouth stretched wide into a grin.
Ren isn't the only one to have fantasized about this moment.]
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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.]
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Date: 2025-03-07 06:55 am (UTC)From:Going to cum already, Amamiya?
[Akechi huffs pulling back then, breathing out against Ren's glistening cockhead, left soaking from all of his attention, the warm puff of air huffing against his sensitive flesh.]
Pathetic.
[Ren may be trembling into pieces in front of him, but there's no missing the heat of Akechi's smirk aimed upwards as he grins up at the other boy, delicately tucking some loose hair behind his ear before his eyes finally flutter close and he fits his mouth right over the tip of Ren's dick. He makes a show of moaning around that fat, leaking head, making absolutely certain that the other boy can feel the vibrations of his groaning all of the way up his spine. And it's only when he's sure he's winning that Akechi tips forward just to draw Ren partially into his mouth.
And it feels good considering it's the first time he's ever touched a dick before, the weight of one on his tongue, the taste that seems so distinctly Ren. Akechi moans the whole time, curling his tongue around the underside of Ren's cock, unable to pretend this isn't getting him off just as much.]
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