Akechi rises to the bait even though the logical part of him knows it’s a trap. Fuck this. He won’t be pushed around by some attic trash who thinks he can get every single thing he wants and —
Akechi pushes down harder, his eyes sharpening to a dangerous degree. “No. You may not,” he drawls, slow, eyes dropping to the lip he’s pressing down on, where that tongue flicked out. A possessiveness sears through him like wildfire, “Is that a problem?”
THEIR DYNAMIC IS BRAT/BRAT TAMER. IM DYING SCOOBERT.
He lets out a soft sound, not a moan but more of a reaction to the sudden pressure on his lip. This should not be hot. He should not be turned on by this. Who are we kidding? Of course he would be turned on by this.
“Why not? I don’t know what the rules you want are.” And there he places a kiss on the thumb. “All I know is you want my body, and I’m happy to give it to you. But there are also others who want me. There’s and older woman, a doctor, she’s so hot, Goro. And then a girl that goes to my school knows Krav Maga. Another girl, in a grade below me, is a gymnast. Mmm.”
He wraps his lips around the thumb gives it a good wet kiss. There he goes, fanning the flames. In a house made of paper, with open containers of gasoline all around.
“Ryuji was in track, you know? His stamina is amazing. There’s an older man I know down in Shibuya, not too far from here. It’d be real easy to go see him after you’re done with me.”
Akechi knows he’s taking an unnecessary risk, but perhaps he wants a detour from doing things he has to do. Maybe this can be a guilty pleasure. It wouldn’t be so outlandish for a nice detective prince to have a wild streak in bed; his cover will be fine.
Akechi’s eyes narrow and his hand drops to lightly press to Ren’s throat. He doesn’t squeeze, simply splays his fingers out to cover as much as he can. By now, his eyes are blown wide in some sort of lust, anger, something.
“Do you get off on that? Parading yourself around? Disgusting.” There’s a click of his tongue as he lowers his gaze to half-mast again. “If you want my mouth on your cock, you’ll learn to ask nicely and to keep your hands to yourself.”
The moment Akechi's hand touches his throat, Ren goes pliant. The stiff figure at attention, challenging, melts and his body is much more lose. Shoulders sag, his body language becoming much more open, welcoming even. He can't help the sound he makes, louder than before, but not quite a gasp. His hand goes and cover's Akechi's, not to pull away, but to press.
He opens his mouth but nothing comes out. The blood is quickly rushing down, wanting to present himself at the ready for Akechi, but it makes his mind spin. All he can do is stare at Akechi, torn between his eyes and lips.
"Kiss me...." he has to ask nicely doesn't he? "Please."
Akechi feels a swell of something in his chest. This is awakening something in him, isn’t it? How problematic.
He doesn’t care.
Akechi presses his palm harder to the columns of Ren’s throat. There’s a little bit of a squeeze now as he leans in and presses a slow, languid kiss to Ren’s lips. It’s wet, luxurious in a way that’s both desperate and somehow not rushed.
“Good job,” he teases, praises with a slight drag of teeth against Ren’s bottom lip as he kisses him a second time.
How is this everything he's ever wanted? How is this exactly what he needs? How is Akechi able to take his heart and send it on a rollercoaster?
The thrill of being so vulnerable, but still so safe. Which is very weird considering he's putting his life in Akechi's hands. Of all people. Huh. But he's doing it. Ren trusts him to hold his hand on the throat and not go too far. He trusts him to kiss him like that again. It's slow, reminds him of honey, and he doesn't even realize when he's closed his eyes.
It's such a contrast to earlier when they were moving so fast, so driven and reckless. It feels like he's standing on the edge and there's a wind dancing around him, making him teeter but never quite pushing him over.
His other hand reaches out blindly and finds Akechi's shirt. He pulls him in closer. Again, all he wants is closer, closer closer.
Akechi quite enjoys Ren like this. Pliant, warm, but so confident in what he wants. It makes it easier to focus on doing what feels good and not dwell on a lack of experience in more ways than one.
Akechi easily shifts closer when he’s tugged. His free arm loops at the small of Ren’s back as he thumbs over Ren’s adam’s apple and then lower. His tongue flicks out to taste him again, body seeking that warmth like a missle, legs moving to crawl into Ren’s lap for the sake of a better angle.
His skin feels like it’s overheating, scorching hot, but Akechi doesn’t quite care.
ren: words! vulnerability! akechi: how bout smexy times tho?
Ren shifts again, pulling Akechi fully into his lap. This isn't talking. This isn't what he wants. He wants solid confirmation. He wants to hear Akechi say those words. He wants...to pull Akechi down more so their hips grind against each other. So he does.
A shiver runs up his spine and he does it again. And again, and again. But then his hands want to play, so he lets them explore under Akechi's shirt. His short nails graze the skin, teasing it, before going to the lower back and slowly dragging them up. He wants to leave Akechi covered in marks.
Akechi is vaguely cognizant of the fact that if they keep this up, he may come from this alone, without having been touched and with his clothes still on. Whatever. If Ren tries to make it humiliating, he already has a lot of ammo he can use against him.
That’s so far from the forefront of his mind, though. Right now, his hips snap back down, driving another round of friction through his body that leaves him gasping and slightly trembling on Ren’s lap.
His mouth seeks out Ren’s again, with teeth and tongue, and he seems more desperate than before to feel connected. There’s a possessive little snarl into the kiss that sounds undeniably like “mine”, for what it’s worth.
As Akechi dives back in for a kiss, Ren meets him halfway, eating up the claim. He takes it into his body, his heart, and brands it there. His hands go back down to Akechi's hips and guide them back and forth, roughly grinding themselves against each other.
It's good, so good, but he gets a thought in his head. He really wants to see Akechi let go and just come. He wants it so bad but there's a thought in the back of his mind, jumping up and down, desperately trying to get his attention.
They're going too fast.
At this rate, Akechi will get off and be bored of him. He can't stand the thought, so he pulls back, breaking off the kiss. He leans as if he's going back, but stops short and hovers. "Say it again..."
He bites his lip before diving back in, again pulling Akechi's hips roughly against his as the passion surges. He only lets it last a few seconds before he pulls away again and holds Akechi's hips in place.
"And you? Goro..." why yes, he does pout and peck Akechi's bottom lip, "say it, please."
Look at that. The leader of the Phantom Thieves isn't above begging to get what he wants.
That’s … if Akechi wasn’t so pleasure-addled, perhaps he would have snapped at the insistence. As it stands, he’s minutes away from an orgasm and it’s hard to focus on putting up any walls or masks. Not when Ren is so pretty and touching him and kissing him and —
Akechi leans softly back into that kiss, that pout, chuckling. His laugh is utterly shaky.
“I’m yours. Is that what you want to hear?” he whispers, low. That much he can promise Ren; it’s not as if he’s sleeping with anyone else or has the time to court anyone. This little promise won’t be a lie.
His hips stutter under Ren’s touch, absolutely desperate.
"I do." It's a deal. He surges forward capturing Akechi's lips. He uses the momentum to push him back onto the couch. He breaks away enough to readjust their position, wrapping Akechi's legs around his waist before he swoops back down again.
He goes back in with abandon, the kiss desperate and messy, his hips moving with purpose. "Come for me," and the way he says it, so soft and sweet, snuck in such a filthy kiss, it's less of a command and more of a request. He has one goal in mind: he's not stopping until Akechi's done.
There’s something about Ren’s voice, something about letting this little bit of power slip from his fingers.
So, he comes almost on command, his back arching and toes curling. White flashes behind his eyes and all he can feel is pleasure seeping in where tension previously was; as if he’s finally being given a real second chance at making his miserable existence worth something.
“Ren.”
ren be like 'ye :3c' meanwhile I'm 'Elmo on fire dot meme'
He slows down, his movements becoming more gentle as he feels Akechi tense up. He back just enough to the able to look down and...oh. Isn't that a lightly sight? And that sound? His name gracing Akechi's lips? It makes everything in his life that's led up to this moment worth it.
He is still not quite there, himself, but he'll worry about that later. His main concern is Goro. He eventually stops moving against him and just peppers kisses across his face softly. "How do you feel?"
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Akechi pushes down harder, his eyes sharpening to a dangerous degree. “No. You may not,” he drawls, slow, eyes dropping to the lip he’s pressing down on, where that tongue flicked out. A possessiveness sears through him like wildfire, “Is that a problem?”
THEIR DYNAMIC IS BRAT/BRAT TAMER. IM DYING SCOOBERT.
Who are we kidding? Of course he would be turned on by this.“Why not? I don’t know what the rules you want are.” And there he places a kiss on the thumb. “All I know is you want my body, and I’m happy to give it to you. But there are also others who want me. There’s and older woman, a doctor, she’s so hot, Goro. And then a girl that goes to my school knows Krav Maga. Another girl, in a grade below me, is a gymnast. Mmm.”
He wraps his lips around the thumb gives it a good wet kiss. There he goes, fanning the flames. In a house made of paper, with open containers of gasoline all around.
“Ryuji was in track, you know? His stamina is amazing. There’s an older man I know down in Shibuya, not too far from here. It’d be real easy to go see him after you’re done with me.”
REN IS ABOUT TO BE MORE THAN TAMED
Akechi knows he’s taking an unnecessary risk, but perhaps he wants a detour from doing things he has to do. Maybe this can be a guilty pleasure. It wouldn’t be so outlandish for a nice detective prince to have a wild streak in bed; his cover will be fine.
Akechi’s eyes narrow and his hand drops to lightly press to Ren’s throat. He doesn’t squeeze, simply splays his fingers out to cover as much as he can. By now, his eyes are blown wide in some sort of lust, anger, something.
“Do you get off on that? Parading yourself around? Disgusting.” There’s a click of his tongue as he lowers his gaze to half-mast again. “If you want my mouth on your cock, you’ll learn to ask nicely and to keep your hands to yourself.”
Lisa Simpson's Dinner dot meme
He opens his mouth but nothing comes out. The blood is quickly rushing down, wanting to present himself at the ready for Akechi, but it makes his mind spin. All he can do is stare at Akechi, torn between his eyes and lips.
"Kiss me...." he has to ask nicely doesn't he? "Please."
i can’t believe i had to google that meme
He doesn’t care.
Akechi presses his palm harder to the columns of Ren’s throat. There’s a little bit of a squeeze now as he leans in and presses a slow, languid kiss to Ren’s lips. It’s wet, luxurious in a way that’s both desperate and somehow not rushed.
“Good job,” he teases, praises with a slight drag of teeth against Ren’s bottom lip as he kisses him a second time.
its ren every time akechi Does A Thing™
The thrill of being so vulnerable, but still so safe. Which is very weird considering he's putting his life in Akechi's hands. Of all people. Huh. But he's doing it. Ren trusts him to hold his hand on the throat and not go too far. He trusts him to kiss him like that again. It's slow, reminds him of honey, and he doesn't even realize when he's closed his eyes.
It's such a contrast to earlier when they were moving so fast, so driven and reckless. It feels like he's standing on the edge and there's a wind dancing around him, making him teeter but never quite pushing him over.
His other hand reaches out blindly and finds Akechi's shirt. He pulls him in closer. Again, all he wants is closer, closer closer.
he does Things quite often, sorry ren
Akechi easily shifts closer when he’s tugged. His free arm loops at the small of Ren’s back as he thumbs over Ren’s adam’s apple and then lower. His tongue flicks out to taste him again, body seeking that warmth like a missle, legs moving to crawl into Ren’s lap for the sake of a better angle.
His skin feels like it’s overheating, scorching hot, but Akechi doesn’t quite care.
ren: words! vulnerability! akechi: how bout smexy times tho?
A shiver runs up his spine and he does it again. And again, and again. But then his hands want to play, so he lets them explore under Akechi's shirt. His short nails graze the skin, teasing it, before going to the lower back and slowly dragging them up. He wants to leave Akechi covered in marks.
akechi is a man of action!!!
That’s so far from the forefront of his mind, though. Right now, his hips snap back down, driving another round of friction through his body that leaves him gasping and slightly trembling on Ren’s lap.
His mouth seeks out Ren’s again, with teeth and tongue, and he seems more desperate than before to feel connected. There’s a possessive little snarl into the kiss that sounds undeniably like “mine”, for what it’s worth.
wow he just wants in rens pants hashtag confirmed
It's good, so good, but he gets a thought in his head. He really wants to see Akechi let go and just come. He wants it so bad but there's a thought in the back of his mind, jumping up and down, desperately trying to get his attention.
They're going too fast.
At this rate, Akechi will get off and be bored of him. He can't stand the thought, so he pulls back, breaking off the kiss. He leans as if he's going back, but stops short and hovers. "Say it again..."
that’s not the only thing
Akechi’s eyes fly open and he stares incredulously at Ren.
Fine.
“You’re mine,” he drawls out, low, a hand fisted in Ren’s hair as he stares at him.
👀 what else could he possibly want? his SSN??
"And you? Goro..." why yes, he does pout and peck Akechi's bottom lip, "say it, please."
Look at that. The leader of the Phantom Thieves isn't above begging to get what he wants.
absolutely, how else will he cover up his murder?
Akechi leans softly back into that kiss, that pout, chuckling. His laugh is utterly shaky.
“I’m yours. Is that what you want to hear?” he whispers, low. That much he can promise Ren; it’s not as if he’s sleeping with anyone else or has the time to court anyone. This little promise won’t be a lie.
His hips stutter under Ren’s touch, absolutely desperate.
WE GOT 'IM BOYS! MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!
He goes back in with abandon, the kiss desperate and messy, his hips moving with purpose. "Come for me," and the way he says it, so soft and sweet, snuck in such a filthy kiss, it's less of a command and more of a request. He has one goal in mind: he's not stopping until Akechi's done.
ARE YOU SATISFIED REN
There’s something about Ren’s voice, something about letting this little bit of power slip from his fingers.
So, he comes almost on command, his back arching and toes curling. White flashes behind his eyes and all he can feel is pleasure seeping in where tension previously was; as if he’s finally being given a real second chance at making his miserable existence worth something.
“Ren.”
ren be like 'ye :3c' meanwhile I'm 'Elmo on fire dot meme'
He is still not quite there, himself, but he'll worry about that later. His main concern is Goro. He eventually stops moving against him and just peppers kisses across his face softly. "How do you feel?"