[Ren really thinks he's getting away with something for a second there, putting his mouth to work and receiving the praise of moans in return as his warm hand grips his cock. He gets one good stroke in on himself and shudders against Akechi's cunt, and then suddenly it's all interrupted. Later, he'll find time to have a little bit of shame how he gasps at the rough handling, how his mouth falls open in a moan, how his cock leaks more pre-cum as he pulls against Akechi's hand.]
Gorooooooo...
[He has, however, moved his hand from his cock and dutifully placed it back at his side, meeting Akechi's eyes again so he can see him chase the slick on his face with his tongue.]
It wasn't going to be before you. You were close. Let me give you what you want.
[But Ren looks so pretty between his legs, his face gone flushed and his mouth shining with Akechi's slick, moaning so openly at the fingers twisted in his hair, his pretty throat exposed and his hard cock just dripping with want. Nothing could be hotter than this one wonderful boy just so desperate to eat him out. And Akechi knows from experience, if he just let Ren do what he wanted, that boy would never willingly leave his cunt. He'd suffocate between his thighs if he was allowed.
And there's just something about that level of desperation that is so much more addicting than anything Akechi's ever felt before.
His touch turns sweet while Ren whines, fingers loosening their hold to pet through curls, brushing them off of the other's forehead, touching his cheek, so much more affectionate than he'd ever been in the beginning of this.]
I was close and you ruined it. [Ruined isn't exactly the word, not when Akechi feels electric at being edged.] Apologize. Beg me to let you make me come.
[Ren presses his lips together as he waits for the inevitable ask, the punishment for his actions-- but it's performative more than real apprehension. He's waiting for the next step in the dance, the next moment to take it to another level, leaning into the touches like a good boy and reveling in the shivers it sends down his spine.]
Goro...
[But he gives his most pitiful eyes, those gorgeous lashes not obscured by glasses for once as they meet his gaze, only taking them away for a second to flash a look back to Akechi's wet pussy right in front of him.]
I know it's what we both want. You don't have to pretend. If you were getting too overwhelmed, you could just say so.
[Said with the same sort of pout like someone who actually would be apologizing. Except he's not, really, because he's Ren Amamiya, Professional Little Shit. But he does think he can tempt Akechi anyway, letting his eyes drop half-lidded, his tongue lazily circling the side of his lips for a moment before he hides it away again.]
Don't you want to feel me inside you? I know you wanted to cum down my throat. That won't happen if you keep me away.
[Akechi will never let on how much he's grown to love hearing Ren call him by his given name.]
I shouldn't have expected anything else from criminal trash like yourself. Thieves aren't exactly known for following direction, hm?
[But there's no denying that Akechi is tempted to just let the other boy right back at his pussy, knowing full well that Ren won't stop until he's completely satisfied, all too eager to put his tongue and lips and those dexterous fingers of his to use, anything to leave the older boy seeing stars. Still, no one has a stronger resolve than Goro Akechi, so even if it's what his body is screaming for, he doesn't relent. Not just yet.
(Though that doesn't mean his cunt doesn't clench and throb at the sight of Ren's talented tongue circling over his lips, a reminder of what Akechi was missing.)]
What if I told you I had a surprise for you, but it meant giving up full control to me? Up for the challenge, Amamiya?
[It's okay. Ren knows. He'd complain if he didn't like it.
He can see the temptation working it's way through his mind, but Akechi distracts as he immediately dangles something else in front of him; an unknown, a surprise. Ren can't resist the way he quirks an eyebrow, seeing if he can run his hands up the sides of Akechi's thighs and get them tantalizingly close to finish the job.]
A challenge of letting you control me? Sounds like old times, then. When you were supposedly one step ahead.
[Even now, he can't resist the tease. But Akechi can see through his tells; the way his cock jumps at the prospect, the hunger in his eyes, the way he can't just sit still. He wants whatever this is, and he wants Akechi to tell him more.]
Of course I'm up for it. But you should tell me what it is first.
[This little shit. Akechi wants to rip him apart with his teeth.
Yet just as the former detective assumed, Ren perks up at the issue of a challenge, his boyfriend's utter desperation so obvious it leaves his cunt just pulsing with the throb of that unfinished orgasm. God, he wants to drag the other's pretty mouth right back between his legs and let him finish the job - But that edge of sharpness over everything feels so fucking perfect as it is, he can wait for his own orgasm if it means getting to watch Ren Amamiya come so hard he breaks down into tears.]
Should I?
[Ren's eagerness to please is normally appreciated, but today, Akechi pulls the other boy's head back again sharply, tut-tutting down at him like a disapproving teacher.]
I feel that might ruin the surprise. Here - [And he can't help it, dragging Ren back in closer but this time to capture the other's mouth with his own, tasting himself on Ren's tongue and licking up every stray drop.] Let me up.
Akechi rebukes him one more time and Ren knows he's serious enough to stop pushing it, even if his cock is currently feeling sorely neglected. But he can't say he isn't curious, so he breaks back from the kiss to get to his feet, holding out a hand for Akechi to balance with.]
You could have let me make you cum and then surprised me, you know.
[But it's all teasing with little bite; the interest in whatever the other boy has in store twinkles in his eye, the building excitement unmistakable.]
Unless this surprise is going to get you off, too?
But all of this is freeing in a way that Akechi was never expecting to ever feel around anyone else. To be so comfortable with another person, to let himself be pulled back up to his feet so that Akechi can move around the room, not just fully naked but with his thighs still slick with his want, knowing Ren is battling the desire to stick his head right back between Akechi's legs -
Fuck. No wonder he can't get this boy out of his head.]
Don't worry about me. [And he'll purposely let his hand brush Ren's aching cock as he steps by the other boy, moving to the closet.] If I don't get off, it just means I'll have to put you back to work after.
[Akechi returns with a plain box in hand that he pushes into Ren's chest.]
[Can't get him out of your head, or can't get his head out of your--
Ren pouts just a bit as Akechi continues to tease him, feeling a little exposed, but ultimately not anything that would make him shy away; this is a show, and he's performing. Backing down from a challenge would be disappointing for them both, and frankly Ren doesn't want to; he wants, needs to know what Akechi has prepared for him so he can start figuring out how to work his way around it.
Or just start really enjoying it. Regardless.
Ren raises an eyebrow when it's shoved into his hands.]
Well that's not cryptic or anything.
[But! He only has a moment to keep the cocky bullshit up before his curiosity takes over and he gently opens it.]
[Is this for him? No, it can't be for him, he already has a dick. Where would he attach it? But then why would Akechi give it to him? Is he supposed to have two? Could he have two? Would that even be good for anyone involved?
No, no, that's not it. It's for him in the sense that it's for him, which means it would have to be worn by Akechi. So it's for...]
[But instead of his usual teasing, Akechi is pushing forward to press the warmed leather of his glove to the other boy's cheek, cupping it against his palm, the fingertips trailing lightly over Ren's flushed skin. There's no hesitation there when Akechi pushes forward to kiss his boyfriend, all heat and want and affection, allowing the action to linger just until he has to pull away to breathe.]
[It's so easy to fall into the other boy's touch, to be soothed into submission at the soft leather of his glove, the heat of his lips. Any tension left in him, any anticipation not serving excitement melts away from him as they press further together, Ren staying put only under the idea of what was promised to him earlier.
What if I told you I had a surprise for you, but it meant giving up full control to me?
The thought sends shivers down his spine.]
I didn't say I was scared. Or that I wasn't ready.
[He looks up at Akechi through the curls of his hair, that telltale Joker smile pulling at the corner of his mouth.]
So did you give me this because you need me to put it on you?
[Ren doesn't need to say a word. His body language, that cocky little grin, that's all the answer that Akechi needs. In fact, it wouldn't surprise him in the slightest if he could make Ren come without even touching him right now, given his reaction to the mere idea of Akechi fucking him.]
Don't get it twisted. I don't need your help for anything.
[Because even as boyfriends, Akechi isn't the type to admit he ever needs help. It's a problem.]
- But I want you to do it. To get me ready to fuck you.
[Yeah, he probably could, and Ren wouldn't have the presence of mind to feel shame until after it was done. Unfortunately for him, his body has become attuned to getting insulted and his hair pulled and that's just the kind of person he is. Don't make him think about it too long or it might stop and that would be bad for everyone.
There is still a bit of Ren that is Nervous for this- what if he does something wrong, what if it isn't like what he wants it to be, what if he disappoints Akechi or something- but pushes it aside, once more using any fear in his body to propel him forward. No time to be afraid. Not when something exciting is waiting on the horizon, and if the very concept of it is this hot he can't mess it up that badly.]
Oh, you don't need me, sure.
[But Ren spends a moment investigating the harness, trying to think of how this comes together, what he should be doing to attach it, how in god's name this thing is supposed to sit, and then as usual just goes for it. He gets down on his knees and taps at one of Akechi's ankles for him to lift his foot so he can step in.]
Sounds like you're just outsourcing.
[If Akechi does move as he asks, he'll work on bringing it up around Akechi's waist, moving to tighten the harness to get it in place. The temptation is there to be a little shit and immediately dive back into the other boy's cunt, but he doesn't, because he is at least a little interested in playing nice for the time being. And a lot interested in where this is going.]
[If nothing else, at least Akechi is cooperating without complaint, lifting his feet as instructed and giving Ren full access to his body as the other boy tightens the harness around his hips. As it is, the feeling of the leather straps pulling tight against his bare skin is odder than Akechi would have thought it might be, but he's only half ready.
Akechi waits for Ren to pull away from adjusting that final strap for his hand to fall into the other boy's hair, nails dragging along his scalp, fingertips dancing all of the way down the side of Ren's face to curl under his chin, which Akechi then tips up towards him.]
You look so good for me on your knees. Once you've finished- [Akechi's foot nudges the box against Ren, the dildo just waiting to be threaded into the O-ring in front.] I wonder if you'd like to try taking my dick down your throat, hm?
[He tries not to take too much time, but it still feels like forever until Akechi rewards him with the touch of his hand, the curl of his fingers over his jaw. Ren leans into it like a cat marking it's territory, the nuzzle on the side of the mouth until he's held so gently. He can't imagine being here with anyone else, right now. Despite their past actions, Akechi wouldn't hurt him now. Not here.
His eyes only flick away once from Akechi's down to the box and back up, biting a bit at his bottom lip. Well, if Akechi figured out how to take his dick- can't be that hard, right?]
You know I would.
[So he retrieves the dildo, feeling the smooth texture under his fingers, and carefully puts it in place, never quite taking his hands off. The feeling of being on his knees, in front of Akechi's cock while he holds his hair--
Fuck, he cannot come yet. He cannot do that just from looking.
Instead, he shifts his gaze back up to lock eyes with Akechi, making sure he's watching intently as Ren brings himself close, placing the head of Akechi's cock on the flat of his tongue and feeling the weight there as he licks around the head, starts getting the feeling of fitting it in his mouth.]
All it takes is that gentle little curl of fingers under Ren's chin, of fingers sweeping through his hair, and Ren just melts into a puddle of want and longing and utter obedience.]
Good boy - [Akechi practically purrs from above the other boy, watching the way Ren handles the dildo, how the line of his attractive shoulders is trembling when he pulls back to look at his cock. Even here, locked in this moment, Akechi can't help but wonder just what the other is thinking. Does he enjoy the view he's being treated to, his boyfriend's thighs slick with want and a hard dick curving out in front of him?
But Ren doesn't leave him wondering for long. The younger boy's face does that adorable thing it always does whenever Ren is so utterly overwhelmed he's trying his best to not just come on the spot, before he's leaning in and licking at that defined head of the dildo, sucking just the very tip into his warm mouth. And Akechi certainly can't feel any of the sensation that someone with a real dick might, but the sight is hot on it's own, the eagerness of his boyfriend to service his cock making his cunt throb beneath the harness.]
That's it, Ren. Look so good taking my cock. C'mon - [Akechi's fingers, still draped in leather, twist into Ren's hair, guiding the dildo another inch into the other boy's mouth.] You can do more than just the tip, can't you?
[Ren wishes Akechi could feel it- maybe that's something they can work on for the future, who knows- but he's going to give him the attention as if he could. If anything, it allows Ren to be less focused on if it's a good blowjob and more focused on it being a good show, a good image for Akechi to see and imagine.
And if he can do anything, it's put on a show.
There's that glimmer in Ren's eyes, the obvious progression that means he's about to do something stupid, overconfident, and sexy, and his body shudders as his eyes go north towards where Akechi stands over him. And then, without delay, Ren takes a breath through his nose and simply engulfs almost all of the dildo in one go into his throat. He remembers idly something he overheard Lala say once at the bar, about gripping your hand a specific way when you're, er, doing something, and it works like a charm for Ren to take everything in and directly meet the other boy's challenge. Even if Akechi can't feel it, Ren moans around the length, testing the boundaries of what he has with the feeling of it over his throat, the way he wonders if he could press forward and feel it hitting the back of his neck. If Akechi were to put his fingers there, could he feel the tip if he got it deep enough? Could he know?
One hand now is pressed around Akechi's hip, thumb digging into the bone of his pelvis, right where this all should be connected. The other is steadying himself on Akechi's opposite leg, trying to resist sliding up and pressing his fingers inside the other boy's cunt right now. But this is different. An exercise in control. An exercise in trust.
And if Akechi needs to trust Ren, Ren must also trust him in turn, in his most intimate moments.
He pulls himself back off the last couple of inches of the dildo only to sink down deep again, bobbing himself back and forth as he gets closer to pressing his nose into the harness, to take all of it so completely that Akechi can't possibly mistake his willingness, his need. And those half-lidded eyes, that mess of hair, the blush on his cheeks and the way his lips start to swell from the tension--
[From above, there's just no missing that familiar glint in Ren's eye, a signal to Akechi of just what's to come. And naturally, as always, his boyfriend doesn't disappoint.
It hardly matters if Akechi can feel anything or not when Ren puts on a show like that, swallowing the whole of the dildo down into his throat, moaning and slobbering all around the length, going above and beyond to prove just how much he's enjoying himself. And considering Akechi is the same way, an absolute slut for Ren Amamiya's dick, it feels so fucking good to see Ren feels the exact same way about him, whether it's his cunt or his dick, the younger boy just loses himself so completely to him.
Akechi's gloved fingers tighten in the other's curls, and when Ren begins to bob back and forth, his boyfriend starts to follow his movements, urging his cock even further down Ren's throat, hips snapping forward, his breath going uneven as his own slick begins to paint his thighs.]
Fuck, Ren.
[He's taking Akechi's cock like a champ, flushed and drooling and throbbing hard between his legs. Still untouched. The thought leaves Akechi's fingers twisting tighter into Ren's hair.]
You were born to take my cock, weren't you? Such a good boy, letting me stretch that pretty mouth of yours out, taking all of me into your tight little throat - Fuck!
[And it takes every bit of his own willpower to pull Ren off of his cock, Akechi's thighs tight and trembling, the dildo left dripping with the other boy's salvia.] Get on the bed. On your hands and knees.
[It's impossible not to fall into the scene as Akechi starts talking, the praise washing over him and settling into his extremities, flushing at his cheeks, shoulders, down to his cock. Akechi thrusts erratically, almost unexpected, and Ren's eyes have already unfocused as he lets them roll back and gives in to the feeling of being used, being anything Akechi wants him to be. Fuck, he might get off just on this. If only Akechi could cum down his throat and he could know he did a good job bringing him to the edge--
And then it's abruptly different, his throat and mouth so empty, his chest heaving as he comes back to the moment. Wait, why did they stop? Wasn't he close? Is Akechi really going to edge himself all night?
Ren whines a small noise that hits on a scratch in the back of his throat, and he can't help but bite his lip at the reminder of it as he looks towards Akechi, his breathing beginning to steady.]
And here I thought you might finish for once.
[But despite the jab, Ren isn't protesting the action, pulling himself up and taking just a moment to stretch his bent legs before he's climbing up and onto the mattress.]
You're lucky I'm moving when you ask. I remember having to carry you after eating you out last time.
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rise and grind the. the penbis. am i right
Gorooooooo...
[He has, however, moved his hand from his cock and dutifully placed it back at his side, meeting Akechi's eyes again so he can see him chase the slick on his face with his tongue.]
It wasn't going to be before you. You were close. Let me give you what you want.
put ur penbus away
[But Ren looks so pretty between his legs, his face gone flushed and his mouth shining with Akechi's slick, moaning so openly at the fingers twisted in his hair, his pretty throat exposed and his hard cock just dripping with want. Nothing could be hotter than this one wonderful boy just so desperate to eat him out. And Akechi knows from experience, if he just let Ren do what he wanted, that boy would never willingly leave his cunt. He'd suffocate between his thighs if he was allowed.
And there's just something about that level of desperation that is so much more addicting than anything Akechi's ever felt before.
His touch turns sweet while Ren whines, fingers loosening their hold to pet through curls, brushing them off of the other's forehead, touching his cheek, so much more affectionate than he'd ever been in the beginning of this.]
I was close and you ruined it. [Ruined isn't exactly the word, not when Akechi feels electric at being edged.] Apologize. Beg me to let you make me come.
but i need that. for penibus stuff
Goro...
[But he gives his most pitiful eyes, those gorgeous lashes not obscured by glasses for once as they meet his gaze, only taking them away for a second to flash a look back to Akechi's wet pussy right in front of him.]
I know it's what we both want. You don't have to pretend. If you were getting too overwhelmed, you could just say so.
[Said with the same sort of pout like someone who actually would be apologizing. Except he's not, really, because he's Ren Amamiya, Professional Little Shit. But he does think he can tempt Akechi anyway, letting his eyes drop half-lidded, his tongue lazily circling the side of his lips for a moment before he hides it away again.]
Don't you want to feel me inside you? I know you wanted to cum down my throat. That won't happen if you keep me away.
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I shouldn't have expected anything else from criminal trash like yourself. Thieves aren't exactly known for following direction, hm?
[But there's no denying that Akechi is tempted to just let the other boy right back at his pussy, knowing full well that Ren won't stop until he's completely satisfied, all too eager to put his tongue and lips and those dexterous fingers of his to use, anything to leave the older boy seeing stars. Still, no one has a stronger resolve than Goro Akechi, so even if it's what his body is screaming for, he doesn't relent. Not just yet.
(Though that doesn't mean his cunt doesn't clench and throb at the sight of Ren's talented tongue circling over his lips, a reminder of what Akechi was missing.)]
What if I told you I had a surprise for you, but it meant giving up full control to me? Up for the challenge, Amamiya?
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He can see the temptation working it's way through his mind, but Akechi distracts as he immediately dangles something else in front of him; an unknown, a surprise. Ren can't resist the way he quirks an eyebrow, seeing if he can run his hands up the sides of Akechi's thighs and get them tantalizingly close to finish the job.]
A challenge of letting you control me? Sounds like old times, then. When you were supposedly one step ahead.
[Even now, he can't resist the tease. But Akechi can see through his tells; the way his cock jumps at the prospect, the hunger in his eyes, the way he can't just sit still. He wants whatever this is, and he wants Akechi to tell him more.]
Of course I'm up for it. But you should tell me what it is first.
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Yet just as the former detective assumed, Ren perks up at the issue of a challenge, his boyfriend's utter desperation so obvious it leaves his cunt just pulsing with the throb of that unfinished orgasm. God, he wants to drag the other's pretty mouth right back between his legs and let him finish the job - But that edge of sharpness over everything feels so fucking perfect as it is, he can wait for his own orgasm if it means getting to watch Ren Amamiya come so hard he breaks down into tears.]
Should I?
[Ren's eagerness to please is normally appreciated, but today, Akechi pulls the other boy's head back again sharply, tut-tutting down at him like a disapproving teacher.]
I feel that might ruin the surprise. Here - [And he can't help it, dragging Ren back in closer but this time to capture the other's mouth with his own, tasting himself on Ren's tongue and licking up every stray drop.] Let me up.
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Akechi rebukes him one more time and Ren knows he's serious enough to stop pushing it, even if his cock is currently feeling sorely neglected. But he can't say he isn't curious, so he breaks back from the kiss to get to his feet, holding out a hand for Akechi to balance with.]
You could have let me make you cum and then surprised me, you know.
[But it's all teasing with little bite; the interest in whatever the other boy has in store twinkles in his eye, the building excitement unmistakable.]
Unless this surprise is going to get you off, too?
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But all of this is freeing in a way that Akechi was never expecting to ever feel around anyone else. To be so comfortable with another person, to let himself be pulled back up to his feet so that Akechi can move around the room, not just fully naked but with his thighs still slick with his want, knowing Ren is battling the desire to stick his head right back between Akechi's legs -
Fuck. No wonder he can't get this boy out of his head.]
Don't worry about me. [And he'll purposely let his hand brush Ren's aching cock as he steps by the other boy, moving to the closet.] If I don't get off, it just means I'll have to put you back to work after.
[Akechi returns with a plain box in hand that he pushes into Ren's chest.]
Open it.
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Ren pouts just a bit as Akechi continues to tease him, feeling a little exposed, but ultimately not anything that would make him shy away; this is a show, and he's performing. Backing down from a challenge would be disappointing for them both, and frankly Ren doesn't want to; he wants, needs to know what Akechi has prepared for him so he can start figuring out how to work his way around it.
Or just start really enjoying it. Regardless.
Ren raises an eyebrow when it's shoved into his hands.]
Well that's not cryptic or anything.
[But! He only has a moment to keep the cocky bullshit up before his curiosity takes over and he gently opens it.]
the most serious tag of all time
IT'S FUCKING PERFECT THOUGH. also 1/5
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No, no, that's not it. It's for him in the sense that it's for him, which means it would have to be worn by Akechi. So it's for...]
4/5
5/5
He thinks he's looking put together, but the color on his cheeks is unmistakable, along with the way his erection has not died down in the least.]
I've never done anything like this before.
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[But instead of his usual teasing, Akechi is pushing forward to press the warmed leather of his glove to the other boy's cheek, cupping it against his palm, the fingertips trailing lightly over Ren's flushed skin. There's no hesitation there when Akechi pushes forward to kiss his boyfriend, all heat and want and affection, allowing the action to linger just until he has to pull away to breathe.]
I never took you for a coward, Joker.
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What if I told you I had a surprise for you, but it meant giving up full control to me?
The thought sends shivers down his spine.]
I didn't say I was scared. Or that I wasn't ready.
[He looks up at Akechi through the curls of his hair, that telltale Joker smile pulling at the corner of his mouth.]
So did you give me this because you need me to put it on you?
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Don't get it twisted. I don't need your help for anything.
[Because even as boyfriends, Akechi isn't the type to admit he ever needs help. It's a problem.]
- But I want you to do it. To get me ready to fuck you.
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There is still a bit of Ren that is Nervous for this- what if he does something wrong, what if it isn't like what he wants it to be, what if he disappoints Akechi or something- but pushes it aside, once more using any fear in his body to propel him forward. No time to be afraid. Not when something exciting is waiting on the horizon, and if the very concept of it is this hot he can't mess it up that badly.]
Oh, you don't need me, sure.
[But Ren spends a moment investigating the harness, trying to think of how this comes together, what he should be doing to attach it, how in god's name this thing is supposed to sit, and then as usual just goes for it. He gets down on his knees and taps at one of Akechi's ankles for him to lift his foot so he can step in.]
Sounds like you're just outsourcing.
[If Akechi does move as he asks, he'll work on bringing it up around Akechi's waist, moving to tighten the harness to get it in place. The temptation is there to be a little shit and immediately dive back into the other boy's cunt, but he doesn't, because he is at least a little interested in playing nice for the time being. And a lot interested in where this is going.]
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[If nothing else, at least Akechi is cooperating without complaint, lifting his feet as instructed and giving Ren full access to his body as the other boy tightens the harness around his hips. As it is, the feeling of the leather straps pulling tight against his bare skin is odder than Akechi would have thought it might be, but he's only half ready.
Akechi waits for Ren to pull away from adjusting that final strap for his hand to fall into the other boy's hair, nails dragging along his scalp, fingertips dancing all of the way down the side of Ren's face to curl under his chin, which Akechi then tips up towards him.]
You look so good for me on your knees. Once you've finished- [Akechi's foot nudges the box against Ren, the dildo just waiting to be threaded into the O-ring in front.] I wonder if you'd like to try taking my dick down your throat, hm?
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His eyes only flick away once from Akechi's down to the box and back up, biting a bit at his bottom lip. Well, if Akechi figured out how to take his dick- can't be that hard, right?]
You know I would.
[So he retrieves the dildo, feeling the smooth texture under his fingers, and carefully puts it in place, never quite taking his hands off. The feeling of being on his knees, in front of Akechi's cock while he holds his hair--
Fuck, he cannot come yet. He cannot do that just from looking.
Instead, he shifts his gaze back up to lock eyes with Akechi, making sure he's watching intently as Ren brings himself close, placing the head of Akechi's cock on the flat of his tongue and feeling the weight there as he licks around the head, starts getting the feeling of fitting it in his mouth.]
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All it takes is that gentle little curl of fingers under Ren's chin, of fingers sweeping through his hair, and Ren just melts into a puddle of want and longing and utter obedience.]
Good boy - [Akechi practically purrs from above the other boy, watching the way Ren handles the dildo, how the line of his attractive shoulders is trembling when he pulls back to look at his cock. Even here, locked in this moment, Akechi can't help but wonder just what the other is thinking. Does he enjoy the view he's being treated to, his boyfriend's thighs slick with want and a hard dick curving out in front of him?
But Ren doesn't leave him wondering for long. The younger boy's face does that adorable thing it always does whenever Ren is so utterly overwhelmed he's trying his best to not just come on the spot, before he's leaning in and licking at that defined head of the dildo, sucking just the very tip into his warm mouth. And Akechi certainly can't feel any of the sensation that someone with a real dick might, but the sight is hot on it's own, the eagerness of his boyfriend to service his cock making his cunt throb beneath the harness.]
That's it, Ren. Look so good taking my cock. C'mon - [Akechi's fingers, still draped in leather, twist into Ren's hair, guiding the dildo another inch into the other boy's mouth.] You can do more than just the tip, can't you?
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And if he can do anything, it's put on a show.
There's that glimmer in Ren's eyes, the obvious progression that means he's about to do something stupid, overconfident, and sexy, and his body shudders as his eyes go north towards where Akechi stands over him. And then, without delay, Ren takes a breath through his nose and simply engulfs almost all of the dildo in one go into his throat. He remembers idly something he overheard Lala say once at the bar, about gripping your hand a specific way when you're, er, doing something, and it works like a charm for Ren to take everything in and directly meet the other boy's challenge. Even if Akechi can't feel it, Ren moans around the length, testing the boundaries of what he has with the feeling of it over his throat, the way he wonders if he could press forward and feel it hitting the back of his neck. If Akechi were to put his fingers there, could he feel the tip if he got it deep enough? Could he know?
One hand now is pressed around Akechi's hip, thumb digging into the bone of his pelvis, right where this all should be connected. The other is steadying himself on Akechi's opposite leg, trying to resist sliding up and pressing his fingers inside the other boy's cunt right now. But this is different. An exercise in control. An exercise in trust.
And if Akechi needs to trust Ren, Ren must also trust him in turn, in his most intimate moments.
He pulls himself back off the last couple of inches of the dildo only to sink down deep again, bobbing himself back and forth as he gets closer to pressing his nose into the harness, to take all of it so completely that Akechi can't possibly mistake his willingness, his need. And those half-lidded eyes, that mess of hair, the blush on his cheeks and the way his lips start to swell from the tension--
He knows it makes a pretty picture.]
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It hardly matters if Akechi can feel anything or not when Ren puts on a show like that, swallowing the whole of the dildo down into his throat, moaning and slobbering all around the length, going above and beyond to prove just how much he's enjoying himself. And considering Akechi is the same way, an absolute slut for Ren Amamiya's dick, it feels so fucking good to see Ren feels the exact same way about him, whether it's his cunt or his dick, the younger boy just loses himself so completely to him.
Akechi's gloved fingers tighten in the other's curls, and when Ren begins to bob back and forth, his boyfriend starts to follow his movements, urging his cock even further down Ren's throat, hips snapping forward, his breath going uneven as his own slick begins to paint his thighs.]
Fuck, Ren.
[He's taking Akechi's cock like a champ, flushed and drooling and throbbing hard between his legs. Still untouched. The thought leaves Akechi's fingers twisting tighter into Ren's hair.]
You were born to take my cock, weren't you? Such a good boy, letting me stretch that pretty mouth of yours out, taking all of me into your tight little throat - Fuck!
[And it takes every bit of his own willpower to pull Ren off of his cock, Akechi's thighs tight and trembling, the dildo left dripping with the other boy's salvia.] Get on the bed. On your hands and knees.
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And then it's abruptly different, his throat and mouth so empty, his chest heaving as he comes back to the moment. Wait, why did they stop? Wasn't he close? Is Akechi really going to edge himself all night?
Ren whines a small noise that hits on a scratch in the back of his throat, and he can't help but bite his lip at the reminder of it as he looks towards Akechi, his breathing beginning to steady.]
And here I thought you might finish for once.
[But despite the jab, Ren isn't protesting the action, pulling himself up and taking just a moment to stretch his bent legs before he's climbing up and onto the mattress.]
You're lucky I'm moving when you ask. I remember having to carry you after eating you out last time.
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cw: like one line of a gore mention, i'm. sorry. i don't know how we got here.
i do (we freaks)
we freaks, they freaks, the freak collective
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cw: another gore mention because. it's. yeah
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