“Excuse me for being surprised. You keep everyone at arms length, hell, even farther than that. It’s true you’re more open with me, but that doesn’t mean you completely let your guard down.”
And it’s true. Akechi had shown some of his true self but that he still keeps himself so guarded around Ren. It’s no surprise given not only their backgrounds but also their jobs. So, yes, this is new information.
“Unless I’m understanding this wrong, in which case tell me. Please. But I want to hear you say it.” Oh, unless…maybe Akechi’s not ready for a love declaration! It’s not very nice to be forcing him to put himself out on display, especially for someone so guarded, even from himself.
“I mean, if you’re ready. And want to. If not, you don’t have to. Whatever you want. Whatever makes you comfortable.”
probably shoving a box of chocolates at joker refusing to make eye contact
… wait. Combined with the other facts, the likely conclusion here is that Ren likes him, too. To some degree. Something more than a platonic fascination with him.
That knowledge sets restless in the pit of Akechi’s stomach.
“Not here,” he mumbles, because a quasi-public area - wherever they are - isn’t best for these sort of private conversations. Perhaps he’s stalling, or perhaps he’s raising the ante and asking to go elsewhere.
"My place or yours?" It's too good, he has to. He even leans down, looking over his glasses, and winks. If it's true that Akechi is interested in him, that's just opened up a whole new can of worms. Ren is going to absolutely use that to his advantage. He'd have to be an idiot not to. But he also doesn't doubt if 'if' the situation were reversed, Akechi would be doing the same thing.
"If we go to your place you can finally show me your bedroom. Unless you're very untidy," he takes a hold of Akechi's sleeve, letting their hands brush against each other, and begins heading toward the station. "and have your underwear lying around everywhere. Or we can go back to the café, but I don't have a door. And we may or may not get loud. That's completely your call, by the way."
There’s no way they’re going to Leblanc at this hour. If Sojiro is still there, closing up and getting ready for some well-deserved rest, Akechi is positively certain he wouldn’t survive the piercingly knowing gaze the old guy would give him. It’s written all over his face: hello, sir, I don’t know what myself and your attic trash will get up to upstairs, but I assure you, you won’t want to stick around for it.
Yikes.
“My place is fine, thank you,” Akechi murmurs a little derisively. It’s clean and modern and very minimalistic, thank you.
He starts leading them toward that line once at the station, his shoulders still tense from this entire conversation gone awry. “I live near the Shibuya station.” Which is a little damning considering how often he’s at the station early in the mornings just to speak with Ren. Oops?
i love the thought of akechi thinking they gonna fhyuck while sojiro is downstairs
Ren lights up at their decision. "Oh, I'm going to love this. How many people can say they've been inside your bedroom?" Not many, he thinks. But wait. What if it's actually a lot more than he thinks? What if Akechi is, unbeknownst to any of them, quite the host? God. What if he's actually a player? He nearly snorts at the thought.
"I'm going to be a little sad if you've had more than five people inside your room, honestly. I'd like to think I'm a little special."
He sticks close as he follows along, making sure their hands or arms touch when the chance presents itself. He can't help but say along with the announcer voice, "Shibuya. This is, Shibuya." Akechi, are you sure this is the object of your affections?
HE HAS CONCERNS!! (also this is hilarious bc i’m cosplay prep akechi rn)
He has deep concerns about his mental well-being. Both of theirs. Ren is an absolute moron, so extra it physically pains Akechi, yet he’s a five-minute walk from seeing a lackluster studio apartment that only Sae has seen half a glimpse of when she dropped off some documents for him a few months back.
“Is there something special about five?” he asks, deadpan. There’s no past rendezvous to speak of, and part of him is still convinced this is the biggest game of chicken to ever exist and nothing actually will happen, but …
“I assure you, I don’t make it a habit of showing criminals my home.” He flashes one of those princely smiles, even if it has countless barbs.
Once they reach the platform, Akechi begins to lead them out of the station, back above ground and down a few side streets toward the average-looking complex that Shido put him up in years ago.
my concern is who has the condom, akechi? you're worrying about the wrong thing bud 😩
"It's big without being too big; small without being too small. I just pulled a number out of the air." For the rest of the ride, he behaves, sticking close, brushing against Akechi when he can, but he stays quiet.
He feels the excitement building. He really doesn't expect many other's to have been inside Akechi's home. Sure, he should be some bit of worried, but right now the novelty hasn't worn off. He'll keep his eye on the exits once they arrive, but right now he's buzzing with anticipation. He takes in the area and secures it in his memory, not at all for safety, but should he find himself invited over again in the future.
It's only when they're walking alone does Ren finally speak, bumping his shoulder with Akechi saying, "So, you like the bad boys? Should I invest in a leather jacket? Or maybe I really should get that tongue piercing."
“I like locking them up, yes.” Akechi bristles at the question again. It feels like the fiftieth time that’s happened today, but maybe that’s par for the course with Ren. Insufferable.
And what’s that about “too small”? Should he be offended that because he hasn’t had anyone over it’s a bad thing —
Akechi pushes the fob to the building’s entrance and then holds the door open for Ren to head inside, too. Thankfully he only lives on the second floor, so he heads for the stairs, bypassing any cliché elevator moments.
But then comes the awkwardness of unlocking his front door. It’s only the second try mercifully that he’s able to undo the lock and open the door, but he feels the nerves pricking at the base of his neck. He’s never had an acquaintance or friend over before. How does one act? How does one host? All the hosting he’s seen has been from plump businessmen and Shido’s lackeys. Not great precedents.
Akechi flicks an almost anxious glance over at Ren as he pushes open the door. “Would you like some water?”
im so excited for this these two are so fucking awkward
It doesn't hit him yet, truth be told. He's just been going along for the ride, seeing what happens, but that changes once Akechi opens the door. Ren stands up a little straighter, going into 'guest mode'. "Yes, please."
He follows Akechi inside and glances around, not going far until allowed. He's still giddy, excited at the thought of possibly being Akechi's first friend to be invited over, but beneath that are the nerves. He's not just here as 'two friends'. Akechi might possibly confess his undying love for Ren. Or maybe this was all a plot to get him alone where he's going to torture Ren until he confesses to being part of the Phantom Thieves.
That thought alone is able to send shivers down his spine, a rude awakening to the reality of the situation he's walked right into. Quite literally. Once his shoes are off and Akechi's getting the water, he just stands, hands in his pockets, but on guard, looking around. He won't so much as sit without being allowed. Conversation he can navigate easily, this...not so much.
The thought that he could easily interrogate Ren or push the muzzle of his gun to his forehead and end everything here had only fleetingly crossed Akechi’s mind. It would be too messy, too difficult to concoct a convincing story and … and, well, he hadn’t been given those explicit orders yet. Ren’s company isn’t entirely infuriating as much as he’s loath to admit it. Ren is interesting, fascinating, something that challenges him to do better. He wants to hold onto that a little longer.
Akechi returns with the water and awkwardly offers it to Ren. He gestures to the little sofa in the seating area of his studio, cognizant of the fact only a small wall separates Ren from his bed. Just slendid, one more thing for him to be better than Akechi at —
“Here. Put on whatever you’d like.” He returns with the remote, uncertain what to do next. What even is the protocol? Casual avoidance, evidently.
"Oh no," He takes the remote, but just holds it. "You're not getting out of this so easily." He sits down next to him, leaving a little space between, but still facing him.
"You brought me here. Not to just watch movies, but to talk. If you don't want to talk, we don't have to. But," He takes a sip of water then sets it down, careful to not spill. "You can't chicken out because of nerves. If it's because you're still thinking things through, that's fine, but don't be afraid."
He presses himself into the sofa, getting comfortable. "What happened? How did this happen? When did it happen? When did you realize? What do you want to do with this now?" Guiding, step by step, to show Akechi that there was nothing to bee afraid of. He knows how volatile Akechi can be, so he's being as upfront, open, and helpful as he can. He's showing what he wants, but letting him know the ball is 100% in Akechi's court. But damn, doesn't he want to know everything because he'd be lying if he said he wasn't surprised by this turn of events.
This overconfident piece of shit. Hubris gets you shot, Ren. It’s good to keep that in mind.
Akechi lifts a singular brow at him, that princely facade slipping yet again. His nerves are flickering between anger and geniune fear, so out of his element that it’s laughable. Doing anything about whatever it is that he’s feeling is a fool’s errand — he won’t be allowed to keep it. Somehow, someway, likely by his own hands, he’ll cause ruin to it.
“… I’ve decided against talking, actually,” he settles on. If he doesn’t speak the truth, he can’t shatter either of them.
But that doesn’t mean the point is moot. Not at all, because Akechi closes that short distance between them, hand cupping up to thrust into unruly and frizzy curls at the back of Ren’s head. Like this, he can pretend he has experience as he aims to cover Ren’s mouth as fully as he can with his own lips. It’s instinct that makes him shut his eyes. (Absolutely not fear.)
Devastation. Disappointment. Heartbreak? He finds himself absolutely deflating. When did he get his hopes up? Akechi was doing so well! He was talking, and answering Ren's questions with surprisingly little evasiveness! Did he push too hard? Were the questions too much? Was he too open? Was he wrong? He was wrong, wasn't he? All these thoughts hit him at once that he can't control his face when it falls. They were doing so well! Akechiwas doing so well how could--
But then. Oh. That hand sends electricity down his spine, pulling his body straighter. Lips. A kiss. Wow. This...this was not expected. Completely out of left field. But he isn't giving up, wow. Thank goodness. And Ren wasn't the one to initiate it, wow! He's so--
And then his brain shuts down. It feels like forever, but only shortly after their lips touch is his brain able to calm down the thoughts and drink in the moment. His eyes close on instinct and he immediately leans in, reciprocating. A soft sound, a sigh A moan? escapes and takes his worries with it. His mind quiets, but his heart sings, and those lips? Oh, those lips are so nice. He's lost. Completely lost in the swirl of the moment. He's definitely a goner.
He shouldn’t have done this in the first place, but now it’s all that’s in his head. Ren is warm and very pliant against him and Akechi leans in more, harder, mashing their lips together to with more force. He didn’t think he’d like kissing, but it’s sending adrenaline through him like nothing ever has before.
A soft sigh filters out and he hooks his free arm around Ren’s waist to tug him closer on the sofa. He needs him as close as he can.
Instinct. Automatic. All he knows is warmth and touch and desire. He presses himself closer, one hand running up Akechi's chest, brushing over his neck, until it finds its place, resting at the back. His other hand drops the remote, soon to be eaten up by the sofa no doubt, and follows it's brother. He wraps his arms around Akechi's neck and as he pushes himself closer his legs are at a loss of what to do. It's a little awkward, this position, but he can fix it.
He pulls away briefly, just enough to push Akechi back so he can climb on stop and straddle him. He immediately resumes, diving back in, another sound--a moan definitely this time, he can't even hid it--as he reunites their lips.
For now, all the dreadful thoughts about the Phantom Thieves are out of his mind.
No one ever told Akechi that this particular feeling would feel better than anger, than revenge. It’s consuming, warm and fierce and it leaves him shaky and wanting more. The adrenaline is unmatched and it’s — his head is finally so fucking quiet.
Akechi’s fingers grip tighter into Ren’s curls, even with their shift in position. This is still fine. It feels strangely good to feel the weight of a living body against his, feel each curve, albeit it clothed and with so many layers —
Akechi goes on instinct and licks at Ren’s lips, trying to chase more of this blood-pumping drug he’s just now discovered.
i had a plan and your reply just blew it out of the water in the best way possible
Can your eyes still roll back if they're already closed? Because if so, that's exactly what's happening. Is that what does it for him? Tongue? Apparently. He opens his mouth, willing and pliable.
He has no thoughts but his entire existence is burning and electrified. All his body knows is take, consume, surrender, give. If the kiss is a little messy, he doesn't notice nor mind. It adds more fuel to the fire. If they're clumsy, it's just his body trying to get as close as he can. He wants to be one.
It’s extremely sloppy, wet, and not anything like a princely detective ought to be. For now, that ridiculous facade is completely forgotten as he focuses solely on how each drag of his tongue against Ren’s sends shivers racing down his spine, how it makes his stomach feel like lava.
One of Akechi’s hands leaves Ren’s hair, but it’s only to quickly flick around in the air to begin to clumsily tug off that glove. Once removed, his bare hand thrusts back into Ren’s curls, fingernails dragging against his scalp. His hair is so soft for looking so frizzy and unkept. Ridiculous. Insane.
i've been sitting here for like 30 mins unable to brain 🙈
Does he make a small sad sound when the hand leaves? ...Yes. If you bring it up later he'll deny it, but it's the truth. He doesn't want to be apart. Everything needs to touch. Now. Now, now, now, now.
When it comes back, he groans and arches his back, pressing their chests together. He moves his hips and oh--that sends a jolt of electricity down his spine. That feels so good, he can't help but do it again.
One hand comes out from behind Akechi's head and worms its way between the collar and the neck, softly caressing anywhere it can touch.
Edited (it took me 30 mins to brain) 2022-10-13 16:16 (UTC)
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.
Edited (typo cause smexy brain) 2022-10-13 16:59 (UTC)
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.
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How does Akechi confess? What’s his style? The world may never know
And it’s true. Akechi had shown some of his true self but that he still keeps himself so guarded around Ren. It’s no surprise given not only their backgrounds but also their jobs. So, yes, this is new information.
“Unless I’m understanding this wrong, in which case tell me. Please. But I want to hear you say it.” Oh, unless…maybe Akechi’s not ready for a love declaration! It’s not very nice to be forcing him to put himself out on display, especially for someone so guarded, even from himself.
“I mean, if you’re ready. And want to. If not, you don’t have to. Whatever you want. Whatever makes you comfortable.”
probably shoving a box of chocolates at joker refusing to make eye contact
… wait. Combined with the other facts, the likely conclusion here is that Ren likes him, too. To some degree. Something more than a platonic fascination with him.
That knowledge sets restless in the pit of Akechi’s stomach.
“Not here,” he mumbles, because a quasi-public area - wherever they are - isn’t best for these sort of private conversations. Perhaps he’s stalling, or perhaps he’s raising the ante and asking to go elsewhere.
akechi tsundere hashtag confirmed
'if'the situation were reversed, Akechi would be doing the same thing."If we go to your place you can finally show me your bedroom. Unless you're very untidy," he takes a hold of Akechi's sleeve, letting their hands brush against each other, and begins heading toward the station. "and have your underwear lying around everywhere. Or we can go back to the café, but I don't have a door. And we may or may not get loud. That's completely your call, by the way."
no doubt about it! he’s the angy kitten
There’s no way they’re going to Leblanc at this hour. If Sojiro is still there, closing up and getting ready for some well-deserved rest, Akechi is positively certain he wouldn’t survive the piercingly knowing gaze the old guy would give him. It’s written all over his face: hello, sir, I don’t know what myself and your attic trash will get up to upstairs, but I assure you, you won’t want to stick around for it.
Yikes.
“My place is fine, thank you,” Akechi murmurs a little derisively. It’s clean and modern and very minimalistic, thank you.
He starts leading them toward that line once at the station, his shoulders still tense from this entire conversation gone awry. “I live near the Shibuya station.” Which is a little damning considering how often he’s at the station early in the mornings just to speak with Ren. Oops?
i love the thought of akechi thinking they gonna fhyuck while sojiro is downstairs
"I'm going to be a little sad if you've had more than five people inside your room, honestly. I'd like to think I'm a little special."
He sticks close as he follows along, making sure their hands or arms touch when the chance presents itself. He can't help but say along with the announcer voice, "Shibuya. This is, Shibuya." Akechi, are you sure this is the object of your affections?
HE HAS CONCERNS!! (also this is hilarious bc i’m cosplay prep akechi rn)
“Is there something special about five?” he asks, deadpan. There’s no past rendezvous to speak of, and part of him is still convinced this is the biggest game of chicken to ever exist and nothing actually will happen, but …
“I assure you, I don’t make it a habit of showing criminals my home.” He flashes one of those princely smiles, even if it has countless barbs.
Once they reach the platform, Akechi begins to lead them out of the station, back above ground and down a few side streets toward the average-looking complex that Shido put him up in years ago.
my concern is who has the condom, akechi? you're worrying about the wrong thing bud 😩
He feels the excitement building. He really doesn't expect many other's to have been inside Akechi's home. Sure, he should be some bit of worried, but right now the novelty hasn't worn off. He'll keep his eye on the exits once they arrive, but right now he's buzzing with anticipation. He takes in the area and secures it in his memory, not at all for safety, but should he find himself invited over again in the future.
It's only when they're walking alone does Ren finally speak, bumping his shoulder with Akechi saying, "So, you like the bad boys? Should I invest in a leather jacket? Or maybe I really should get that tongue piercing."
DEFINITELY NOT AKECHI; shido never had “the talk”
And what’s that about “too small”? Should he be offended that because he hasn’t had anyone over it’s a bad thing —
Akechi pushes the fob to the building’s entrance and then holds the door open for Ren to head inside, too. Thankfully he only lives on the second floor, so he heads for the stairs, bypassing any cliché elevator moments.
But then comes the awkwardness of unlocking his front door. It’s only the second try mercifully that he’s able to undo the lock and open the door, but he feels the nerves pricking at the base of his neck. He’s never had an acquaintance or friend over before. How does one act? How does one host? All the hosting he’s seen has been from plump businessmen and Shido’s lackeys. Not great precedents.
Akechi flicks an almost anxious glance over at Ren as he pushes open the door. “Would you like some water?”
im so excited for this these two are so fucking awkward
He follows Akechi inside and glances around, not going far until allowed. He's still giddy, excited at the thought of possibly being Akechi's first friend to be invited over, but beneath that are the nerves. He's not just here as 'two friends'. Akechi might possibly confess his undying love for Ren. Or maybe this was all a plot to get him alone where he's going to torture Ren until he confesses to being part of the Phantom Thieves.
That thought alone is able to send shivers down his spine, a rude awakening to the reality of the situation he's walked right into. Quite literally. Once his shoes are off and Akechi's getting the water, he just stands, hands in his pockets, but on guard, looking around. He won't so much as sit without being allowed. Conversation he can navigate easily, this...not so much.
seriously i’m biting my nails at these morons
Akechi returns with the water and awkwardly offers it to Ren. He gestures to the little sofa in the seating area of his studio, cognizant of the fact only a small wall separates Ren from his bed. Just slendid, one more thing for him to be better than Akechi at —
“Here. Put on whatever you’d like.” He returns with the remote, uncertain what to do next. What even is the protocol? Casual avoidance, evidently.
no subject
"You brought me here. Not to just watch movies, but to talk. If you don't want to talk, we don't have to. But," He takes a sip of water then sets it down, careful to not spill. "You can't chicken out because of nerves. If it's because you're still thinking things through, that's fine, but don't be afraid."
He presses himself into the sofa, getting comfortable. "What happened? How did this happen? When did it happen? When did you realize? What do you want to do with this now?" Guiding, step by step, to show Akechi that there was nothing to bee afraid of. He knows how volatile Akechi can be, so he's being as upfront, open, and helpful as he can. He's showing what he wants, but letting him know the ball is 100% in Akechi's court.
But damn, doesn't he want to know everything because he'd be lying if he said he wasn't surprised by this turn of events.no subject
Akechi lifts a singular brow at him, that princely facade slipping yet again. His nerves are flickering between anger and geniune fear, so out of his element that it’s laughable. Doing anything about whatever it is that he’s feeling is a fool’s errand — he won’t be allowed to keep it. Somehow, someway, likely by his own hands, he’ll cause ruin to it.
“… I’ve decided against talking, actually,” he settles on. If he doesn’t speak the truth, he can’t shatter either of them.
But that doesn’t mean the point is moot. Not at all, because Akechi closes that short distance between them, hand cupping up to thrust into unruly and frizzy curls at the back of Ren’s head. Like this, he can pretend he has experience as he aims to cover Ren’s mouth as fully as he can with his own lips. It’s instinct that makes him shut his eyes. (Absolutely not fear.)
holy shit the boi actually did it
Heartbreak?He finds himself absolutely deflating. When did he get his hopes up? Akechi was doing so well! He was talking, and answering Ren's questions with surprisingly little evasiveness! Did he push too hard? Were the questions too much? Was he too open? Was he wrong? He was wrong, wasn't he? All these thoughts hit him at once that he can't control his face when it falls. They were doing so well! Akechiwas doing so well how could--But then. Oh. That hand sends electricity down his spine, pulling his body straighter. Lips. A kiss. Wow. This...this was not expected. Completely out of left field. But he isn't giving up, wow. Thank goodness. And Ren wasn't the one to initiate it, wow! He's so--
And then his brain shuts down. It feels like forever, but only shortly after their lips touch is his brain able to calm down the thoughts and drink in the moment. His eyes close on instinct and he immediately leans in, reciprocating. A soft sound, a sigh
A moan?escapes and takes his worries with it. His mind quiets, but his heart sings, and those lips? Oh, those lips are so nice. He's lost. Completely lost in the swirl of the moment. He's definitely a goner.a wildcard for sure
He’s fucking destroyed.
He shouldn’t have done this in the first place, but now it’s all that’s in his head. Ren is warm and very pliant against him and Akechi leans in more, harder, mashing their lips together to with more force. He didn’t think he’d like kissing, but it’s sending adrenaline through him like nothing ever has before.
A soft sigh filters out and he hooks his free arm around Ren’s waist to tug him closer on the sofa. He needs him as close as he can.
WHEN I SAY. MY JAW. *DROPPED*
He pulls away briefly, just enough to push Akechi back so he can climb on stop and straddle him. He immediately resumes, diving back in, another sound--a moan definitely this time, he can't even hid it--as he reunites their lips.
He's royally fucked.
i’ve thought about this tag all morning
No one ever told Akechi that this particular feeling would feel better than anger, than revenge. It’s consuming, warm and fierce and it leaves him shaky and wanting more. The adrenaline is unmatched and it’s — his head is finally so fucking quiet.
Akechi’s fingers grip tighter into Ren’s curls, even with their shift in position. This is still fine. It feels strangely good to feel the weight of a living body against his, feel each curve, albeit it clothed and with so many layers —
Akechi goes on instinct and licks at Ren’s lips, trying to chase more of this blood-pumping drug he’s just now discovered.
i had a plan and your reply just blew it out of the water in the best way possible
He has no thoughts but his entire existence is burning and electrified. All his body knows is take, consume, surrender, give. If the kiss is a little messy, he doesn't notice nor mind. It adds more fuel to the fire. If they're clumsy, it's just his body trying to get as close as he can. He wants to be one.
It's so nice. Just...so. Damn. Nice.
LOL i am both delighted and honored 👀
One of Akechi’s hands leaves Ren’s hair, but it’s only to quickly flick around in the air to begin to clumsily tug off that glove. Once removed, his bare hand thrusts back into Ren’s curls, fingernails dragging against his scalp. His hair is so soft for looking so frizzy and unkept. Ridiculous. Insane.
i've been sitting here for like 30 mins unable to brain 🙈
When it comes back, he groans and arches his back, pressing their chests together. He moves his hips and oh--that sends a jolt of electricity down his spine. That feels so good, he can't help but do it again.
One hand comes out from behind Akechi's head and worms its way between the collar and the neck, softly caressing anywhere it can touch.
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 👁️
welcome back! hope you've had fun! enjoy these two idiots
i’m technically here for another 12 hours but yesss
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