stealhearted | are you hurting the one you love?

[ Akira is quick to wrap an arm around Goro, to pull him close until they're less of two people and more of one connected entity. His other hand goes into Goro's hair like it's automatic, habitual -- his fingers slide through the silky strands and he lets his nails scrape across the Goro's scalp as he moves.

The little kisses are nice, but Akira is quick to take something a little stronger: he angles in, kisses Goro deeper. It isn't the same desperate, frenzied kiss of their Metaverse expedition -- it has the same roiling desires underneath, but it's just slow and cautious, like Akira's happy to take his time this time around. ]

[He finds he likes it better when Akira controls the pace until Akechi can't handle his pace anymore-- it gives him less of a chance to overthink and second-guess himself. So Akira going for gold doesn't surprise him, but he grins into the kiss. As though to answer Akira's hands in his hair and around him, Akechi threads one of his own hands into Akira's hair and bites his lower lip, gently, leaning away to grin cattishly at him.]

When are we meeting Takamaki and Sakamoto...? [Is that a suggestive inquiry? Maybe.]

[ Akira hums a little when Goro's hand finds its way into his hair, leaning into the contact easily. Akira didn't realize until this specific relationship how much he enjoyed playing with hair and having his hair played with. ]

We've still got a couple hours. [ On account of how early they wound up, which -- Akira might have been a little sour about originally, but he's certainly not complaining anymore. ]

[He thinks it over, considers it, bumps their noses together and kisses him again, lingering. Pulling back, he keeps their foreheads together.] ...indulge me a moment, then. [His hands shift, slowly skimming down Akira's sides and settling on the hem of his shirt, uncertain.]

I'll always indulge you. [ Akira says it, and it's true, for all intents and purposes -- there's not much he thinks Goro would ask for, at this point in their relationship, that he isn't willing to give him, and there's not much that Akira isn't willing to give him even if he doesn't ask for it.

So. He lets his hand linger, pressing underneath the back of Goro's vest and shirt until his fingertips meet skin, like permission for it to be reciprocal. ]

[He's dizzy with an unidentifiable emotion, suddenly, but his hands slide up under Akira's shirt and he hikes it upward, pushing until he's exposed most of his skin with the shirt bunched up at his armpits. He thinks he might be shaking, but he ducks forward to pepper kisses across him anyway, leaning into him in hopes of convincing him to walk backward.]

[ Akira embarks on a surprisingly dexterous maneuver as he simultaneously steps backwards and also lets his hand fall from Goro's hair just long enough to reach back to pull his own shirt off by the collar in the epitome of teenage boy. He slides it off entirely and then immediately resumes the light fingertip touch on Goro's lower back, thumb dragging across the side of Goro's neck.

Akira enjoys this -- seeing the way Goro can take things into his own hands a little, even in the real world. That he wants things like this. It never fails to send a thrill through Akira that it's real, that they're dating, that they both like each other despite all the things fate tried to subject them to in order to make them hate each other. ]

[He walks them until Akira's calves would just about hit the mattress in the corner of the room, shifting his hands down and hooking them in his belt loops to stop him and then easing him down so he doesn't fall, sinking with him and sitting on his knees. He oozes forward into Akira's lap, then, winding his arms around his ribcage and pressing his face to his chest, turning his ear and listening to his heartbeat.]

[He stays that way a while, trying to calm down from a spike of anxiety he can't pinpoint, letting his fingertips draw idle designs in the skin on Akira's back.] If I ask you to lay back, would you?

Only if you come with me. [ Akira allows himself to be walked back. He wraps his arms around Goro when Goro oozes forward, becomes less of a separate being and more of an attachment, and tries not to shiver or let his heartbeat race too much at the deceptively light feeling of Goro's fingers on his back.

Akira lays, after he says it; slowly leans back while trying to keep as much contact with Goro as he can, hands tracing down his back up to his shoulders. ]

[He follows him partway, sitting up on his knees and laying over his front, trailing little kisses up from his navel. His skin is erupting in goosebumps, where it's visible, hairs on his arms and the back of his neck standing on end, but he ignores them, instead smoothing the flat of his hands along Akira's sides.]

[He's not sure what he's trying to accomplish, but he doesn't want to stop halfway through.]

[ Akira's skin feels superheated everywhere Goro touches, and his stomach quakes slightly when Goro trails the kisses up. Akira swallows, reminds himself that it doesn't matter what winds up happening because he's happy to just have Goro's hands on him, but that doesn't help the way that Goro's touches are a searing arousal across his skin. ]

I'm all yours. [ It's an offer; it's a promise; it's a reassurance. ]

[He sits up and looks him over, expression stuck somewhere between hunger and fondness, and carefully climbs up onto the edge of the mattress over him, straddling his hips and leaning down to catch his lips. His heartbeat is thudding so loudly in his chest and his ears he's sure Akira can hear it, but he's solid and together as he seals their mouths, curious and tasting.]

[ Akira reaches up, and he doesn't hesitate at all when he slides his hands up Goro's sides, slips them until one is pressed to the indented heat of his lower back and the other can slip across his hip. Goro's skin is never as hot as Akira expects it to be, but it still feels like a chemical reaction when they touch, like they'll bring everything around them to ashes if they aren't careful.

Akira kisses back: it's slow, but it's a little demanding, Akira hungry for Goro even under the best of circumstances. He shifts, slightly, because there's no chance of avoiding obvious arousal when Goro is straddling his hips and kissing him like that, so the least he can do is make sure they're both in a comfortable position.

And if it happens to be a position that means it's easier to get a small amount of needed pressure from Goro's weight, well. ]

[He isn't surprised when Akira shifts, or when he realizes why-- he figured that was at least going to become a part of the equation if it wasn't already, and a boyish part of his brain is a little flattered to discover it already present. He hums into Akira's mouth and then pulls back, folding his arms across his collarbones and smiling cattishly at him.]

Need something, Akira? [Teasing, at least, is easy even when he's a stone's throw from irrevocably rattled.]

I always need you. [ Akira doesn't push too hard -- Goro is still an easily frightened animal, even if he can see the contact coming. Akira's pretty sure that it's going to take a lot more for Goro to be even remotely comfortable with the kind of affection Akira craves, so he's fine with whatever aborted attempts they can manage for now.

It's also true, which helps the words hit; he reaches up to trail his fingers through Goro's hair, tender and loving, entirely too soft. ]

[He wrinkles his nose at that, but smiles faintly anyway.] That's disgusting, [But he isn't pulling away from Akira's petting, overly saccharine as it is. He smooths his own hands upward, at first, into Akira's hair, and then down, sitting back on his haunches and disengaging from Akira's petting to smooth his hands along his bare skin again.]

[He glances lower, frowning, and his voice gets somewhat small.] ...do you... want my help?

...yeah. [ Akira's not going to lie about it, because he knows if Goro catches him in a lie about this kind of thing it's just going to be worse later on. ]

But you don't have to. [ 'If you don't want to' or 'If it's too much', depending on Goro's specific mood at that time, but Akira still leans into the touch, can't help the way his body rises to meet Goro's hands the second they're on his skin. ]

[His breathing shallows and he doesn't even realize it, and he slides one hand to lay palm-flat against the obvious interest in Akira's jeans, and his mouth turns to cotton.] I want to, [He manages, but it sounds a little more like he's trying to tell himself that.]

[ It takes a lot of self-control not to immediately rut up against Goro's hand. A lot of self-control, but Akira knows how jerky the movement would be and he knows that Goro is still so easily startled. By how much Akira wants him, maybe; by the fact that he wants Akira back, which Akira thinks is the very definition of damning praise.

His hips still jerk, slightly, Akira's breathing stuttering. Goro doesn't have much pressure behind his hand yet, which is probably for the best. ]

I always -- I always want you, Goro. [ Akira doesn't think there will ever be a time that he'll turn Goro down on something like this, even as his hand goes to press lightly over Goro's. Support, maybe, or permission -- it's hard to tell what Goro needs. ]

[He's like a feral animal, really he is. His hand stays put even with Akira's hips jerking slightly, and he sticks his tongue out of his mouth, licks his lips and then pulls the lower into his mouth, biting down on it. It forces him to breathe through his nose, which exacerbates the shallowness to his breath, because it's noisier, and he pulls taut like a spring.]

[He shuffles, carefully, not taking his eyes off where his hand meets the front of Akira's jeans, and situates himself to carefully perch on his knees in the small gap of mattress between Akira's thighs. He nods, once and then a few times, but when he rubs his palm forward his eyes mist over.] I don't know why I can't do this. I want this, you want this-- [But he splays his hand under Akira's and recoils, unfolding his legs to stand and shuffle a few steps backward.] Don't-- stay there, stay, I'll. I'll get myself under control.

Goro. [ Akira reaches out to grab his hand before he can go too far. Akira shifts up until he's sitting, stretched out to hold onto Goro without fully leaving the bed. ]

The fact that you want it means enough. [ Goro is trying, Akira can see it. Goro might want to force himself, but Akira doesn't want to force him; Akira doesn't want any of it to be forced. So, instead, he takes in a steadying breathe and offers something a little too dangerous and a little too vulnerable. ]

Would it help if you just -- watched?

[He stops breathing entirely when Akira takes hold of his hand, his mouth sealing shut with an audible sharp gasp that cuts off too quickly. He shakes his head, holds his breath until his lungs burn and exhales in a rush.] I don't know, I don't... [He withers, sagging back to sit on his knees in the middle of the floor, instead.] I don't think... I'll be able to manage this, in a reasonable amount of time, and I certainly don't expect you to wait for me to figure it out like that, [He gestures with his free hand, then brings it to his forehead and pats his palm there several times.] Ridiculous.

I want to wait for you. [ Akira sits up, and as discreetly as he can he presses his palm down onto his own dick hard enough that it starts to border a little on pain. It doesn't exactly make him any less hard, but it at least brings enough sparks to his vision that he can hear himself think.

He goes down onto the floor, a second later, dropping to sit next to Goro. ]

You didn't think you'd be able to handle any of this, but you are. If you want it, you'll manage. It doesn't matter if it's "reasonable". You're back here with me. [ That's enough for Akira. ]

[His expression pulls into a grimace and he holds his breath again, letting it shake out of him like a quiet sob even if he hasn't completely started crying.] Okay-- okay. [He tries steadying his breath, fails a number of times, but eventually evens out to where he can take in a full lungful of air without it breaking off into a shuddering exhale before he can stop it.] You can..., [He reaches out, doesn't touch but splays his hand near Akira's jeans.] Would... If I can't... actively, would you just... [Can he make his hand a fleshlight for you to fuck, Akira, will that work,]

Edited 2021-05-25 04:38 (UTC)

... Here. [ Akira turns, scoots back across the floor until his back is leaning against Goro's front. He reaches out, carefully, and puts Goro's hand back -- just on Akira's hip, in an area that isn't too close but isn't too far. ]

Is this okay? I can -- [ Akira flushes a little, because it's one thing to offer to jerk off and it's another to be confronted with the reality of fucking your own fist while your traumatized boyfriend watches, but he can't go back now. He moves his own hand, presses down on the bulge in his pants. ]

-- This way, if you want to, you can. But you can, um. You can just watch.

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject