Akechi is starting to get a handle on all these little nuances and new things until Ren does that. It’s the combination of the roll of his hips and the feeling of his throat touched by bare skin that has stars once again glistening behind Akechi’s eyelids.
“Shit,” he curses, accidentally biting Ren’s bottom lip when he kisses him this time, just this side of desperate and losing control of his own body. His hips snap back up to meet Ren’s, trying to figure out how to do that exact same thing again as he hooks an ankle back with Ren’s to keep him put. As if he’s seriously concerned Ren would get up and leave now.
He moans again, loving that small feeling of pain. Yes, Ren, thank you, we get it. You're the vocal one. Okay, you can shut the fuck up now.
But why would he be quiet when Akechi obviously wants him to make all the sounds he can? Why else would he grind back against him? Because it's good. Because he needs it. Because there's nothing else in the entire universe. It's just them and nothing else. Well, maybe for the stupid fucking necktie. That has to go.
He pulls back enough to get a glance at it, before diving back in. Going just off that small glance he tries to undo the knot. He can't quite get it, but he gets it loose enough and that's all he needs.
He pulls away again and this time starts kissing down Akechi's neck, stopping every few kisses to lick and taste. It's delicious. And beautiful. But do you know what would make it even more beautiful?
Just the thought of Akechi walking around with a hickey under his collar, a mark left by Ren, nearly has him ready to burst. He bites down, and sucks, careful not to put too much pain, but he wants to mark him up so bad.
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The fleeting and nice idea of tying Ren up with his necktie comes and goes. He’s too focused suddenly on how nice it feels to have his neck kissed. It’s just a fraction better than their sloppy makeout and Akechi’s eyes flutter closed again as he focuses on the rush of endorphins that are always so, so rare for him.
And the he’s — ah, how childish, he’s making a mark isn’t he? Ridiculous. But Akechi doesn’t stop him. Not immediately. That flicker of pain is delicious and he arches just that much more off the sofa, body curving so nicely against Ren’s, now pressed flush. He makes quick work to remove his other glove, eager to shove his bare fingers up and under the hem of Ren’s shirt, down near his hip. Two can play at that game.
ya think ren can convince him all experienced couples leave hickies?
Too many things happen at once for his brain to comprehend right now. Again, their hips fitting so nicely against each other. It's driving him insane. The friction from their pants is delicicous, but what if...there were no pants?
But then Akechi's fingers touch the skin on his hip and he sharply bucks against Akechi, biting down a little harder than he wanted. He pulls back and kisses the spot as an apology, while at the same time trying to arch into Akechi's touch. He feels like he's rocking backing and forth between touches. He doesn't hate it, though.
A lopsided grin takes shape on Akechi’s lips as he begins to drag his palm up Ren’s stomach and toward his chest. Only then do Akechi’s fingers splay out to stroke along his skin, even if the friction between them is making it hard to think.
Very hard to think.
He tilts his head to give Ren more room at first but then decides to grab the back of his head, hard, and yank him in for another kiss.
The touch is so...Ren is going to take those fucking gloves and burn them. How dare Akechi be keeping his hands locked up in those things for so long. All he wants is to have Akechi touch every inch of him. He'd happily lay down for hours just so Akechi could have his way with him.
He's pulled back into another kiss, and it's a little rougher than before. And this time, embarrassingly, he can't help it when a broken "Goro..." slips out. This is wonderful. He's having a lovely time. They should've been doing this ages ago.
Through the kiss he keeps moving back against Akechi's hips, unbeknownst to himself, moving a little faster, a little more desperate until he feels his toes start to curl. He's close, he's so close, just a little--
He pulls himself away and awkwardly detangles himself from Akechi, standing back from the couch and clearing his throat. Sojiro in a skirt. Moana finally dating Ann. Kamoshida--yup that does it. That's like an ice bath dumped over him. He's back. He's collected, somewhat. He licks his lips and clears his throat again.
"Uh. Sorry. That uh, that was going somewhere too quick." He hates that he has to be the voice of reason. This sucks.
Well. Not only did Ren stop, but he pulled away and removed himself from the couch.
“Ah.” He should fix his tie or something. Akechi sits up on the couch, running a shaky hand back through his hair, trying to gather his thoughts. How did this happen? Why did he ever allow Ren to come into his room?
“… perhaps that’s for the best we stopped.” But he doesn’t want to. His body is still overheated and he’s having terrible thoughts. His hands flex anxiously in his lap.
welcome back! hope you've had fun! enjoy these two idiots
He goes back and picks up his long forgotten water. He throws his head back and straight up chugs it all in one go. Once it's gone he sits back down and pointedly looks at Akechi.
"Talk. This time with words. What was that and where do you want to go from here? Because, I don't know if you were aware but, I enjoyed that. Very much."
i’m technically here for another 12 hours but yesss
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so very accurate. my brain is overheating oops
“Shit,” he curses, accidentally biting Ren’s bottom lip when he kisses him this time, just this side of desperate and losing control of his own body. His hips snap back up to meet Ren’s, trying to figure out how to do that exact same thing again as he hooks an ankle back with Ren’s to keep him put. As if he’s seriously concerned Ren would get up and leave now.
i apologize for him
But why would he be quiet when Akechi obviously wants him to make all the sounds he can? Why else would he grind back against him? Because it's good. Because he needs it. Because there's nothing else in the entire universe. It's just them and nothing else. Well, maybe for the stupid fucking necktie. That has to go.
He pulls back enough to get a glance at it, before diving back in. Going just off that small glance he tries to undo the knot. He can't quite get it, but he gets it loose enough and that's all he needs.
He pulls away again and this time starts kissing down Akechi's neck, stopping every few kisses to lick and taste. It's delicious. And beautiful. But do you know what would make it even more beautiful?
Just the thought of Akechi walking around with a hickey under his collar, a mark left by Ren, nearly has him ready to burst. He bites down, and sucks, careful not to put too much pain, but he wants to mark him up so bad.
ren is an animal: confirmed. feral cat???
And the he’s — ah, how childish, he’s making a mark isn’t he? Ridiculous. But Akechi doesn’t stop him. Not immediately. That flicker of pain is delicious and he arches just that much more off the sofa, body curving so nicely against Ren’s, now pressed flush. He makes quick work to remove his other glove, eager to shove his bare fingers up and under the hem of Ren’s shirt, down near his hip. Two can play at that game.
ya think ren can convince him all experienced couples leave hickies?
But then Akechi's fingers touch the skin on his hip and he sharply bucks against Akechi, biting down a little harder than he wanted. He pulls back and kisses the spot as an apology, while at the same time trying to arch into Akechi's touch. He feels like he's rocking backing and forth between touches. He doesn't hate it, though.
seems likely, it takes much expertise of course
A lopsided grin takes shape on Akechi’s lips as he begins to drag his palm up Ren’s stomach and toward his chest. Only then do Akechi’s fingers splay out to stroke along his skin, even if the friction between them is making it hard to think.
Very hard to think.
He tilts his head to give Ren more room at first but then decides to grab the back of his head, hard, and yank him in for another kiss.
did someone order a blue ball special?
He's pulled back into another kiss, and it's a little rougher than before. And this time, embarrassingly, he can't help it when a broken "Goro..." slips out. This is wonderful. He's having a lovely time. They should've been doing this ages ago.
Through the kiss he keeps moving back against Akechi's hips, unbeknownst to himself, moving a little faster, a little more desperate until he feels his toes start to curl. He's close, he's so close, just a little--
He pulls himself away and awkwardly detangles himself from Akechi, standing back from the couch and clearing his throat. Sojiro in a skirt. Moana finally dating Ann. Kamoshida--yup that does it. That's like an ice bath dumped over him. He's back. He's collected, somewhat. He licks his lips and clears his throat again.
"Uh. Sorry. That uh, that was going somewhere too quick." He hates that he has to be the voice of reason. This sucks.
and i’m here! i’ve been at a con 👁️
“Ah.” He should fix his tie or something. Akechi sits up on the couch, running a shaky hand back through his hair, trying to gather his thoughts. How did this happen? Why did he ever allow Ren to come into his room?
“… perhaps that’s for the best we stopped.” But he doesn’t want to. His body is still overheated and he’s having terrible thoughts. His hands flex anxiously in his lap.
welcome back! hope you've had fun! enjoy these two idiots
He goes back and picks up his long forgotten water. He throws his head back and straight up chugs it all in one go. Once it's gone he sits back down and pointedly looks at Akechi.
"Talk. This time with words. What was that and where do you want to go from here? Because, I don't know if you were aware but, I enjoyed that. Very much."
i’m technically here for another 12 hours but yesss
Akechi’s brow pinches and he stares blankly ahead at the waterstain on his ceiling. Anything is better than emotions right now.
“It’s biological, isn’t it?” It’s such a cop-out answer. “I’m not proposing one way or another.”
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