Ha--- [This time there's small but still very audible gasp from him when he opens the picture. For once he's left speechless as instead whatever he sees goes right to his groin rather than to his brain. With his right hand covering his mouth Akechi just gives the photo a longer look than he probably should, ears burning and stomach dropping.
Excuse him as he takes a moment to recover.]
You really are something. I wonder what your fans would say if they knew you were like this too. How would they see their beloved oh-so-family-friendly-oriented director? Lewd and panting, so willingly to ruin himself like a harlot. [His voice is more deep than before. It's husky and almost just as needy as he makes Rui sound like. The hand from his mouth has now snaked down his body all down to his groin, rubbing himself through the fabric. For now at least.] But no. You will not show this anyone else but me. It's all only for me.
Hm? What was that? It can't be too tight for you. Not after that prepping you just did now. You should be wide open now, ready to take in anything I tell you to. Or is the knot making it too painful for you? Maybe next time we should make it a collar. I could pull and push you around as I want while you work yourself down to the bone.
[Curse my lack of appropriate icons for the face that Rui pulls when he hears that gasp. His teeth grit, his eyes roll just a little, and he lets out a hiss as his hips drop and grind instead; even if his lungs burn and scream in protest at the dribble of oxygen, that doesn't matter. Actually doing something to crack that marble facade of Akechi's is far more powerful an aphrodisiac, in the end.
He can faintly hear fabric, rough, rubbing. Or is that a hallucination brought on by his muddled mind? Who knows. It's good, though. Good. Good, bitch. Touch yourself, all for him. All because of him. It's pathetic that he's so close already, right on the verge all because of his imagination and Akechi's voice run ragged, but-- so it goes. The bouncing starts again, harder this time, more faint almost noises gurgling from his open mouth as stars pop into his open vision. Fuck. Fuck, close, good, he can't fucking breathe]
Goro-- [Pained, almost, as the ribbon gets yanked tighter and his rhythm grows too sloppy to qualify anymore. Fuck, who cares if people hear him? He's a grown fucking man.
A grown fucking man who'll need to wash his sheets afterwards, because there's precum spattered everywhere by now, a drippy mess of exertion and, now that he's peaked, orgasm. He's pathetic. He'll deserve every ounce of mockery that he's bound to get for cumming like that, for not even having to touch himself past the foreplay stage to get like this.
But the ribbon gets undone, and he just lays there for a few seconds, panting and gasping intensely.]
[what you mean, that is exactly the face that he makes when aroused!
But if you think hearing Akechi gasp had an affect on Rui just imagine what hearing his first name spoken out like that does to Akechi. It's extremely rare for anyone to address him with such familiarity. Heck, even they keep using their family names with each other... with a few exceptions like these, of course.
It makes him still for a quick moment. He doesn't even dare to breathe as he closes his eyes and lets the emotions to wash over him. It's so difficult for him to allowe them be free when he's on his own like this. Without Rui there to catch them. Shitfuckhell.. Maybe this was a mistake.
Oh well, at least he doesn't have much to dwell in his thoughts. Rui keeps going on, his movements more random and desperate. He can hear from his breathing that he's getting close and ---
Did he just come? Without his permission? How rude, Akechi is going to make sure remind him of that next time. Still, he allows Rui a moment to catch his breath and pull himself together enough that he'll be at least semi-coherent.]
Do you really think you have it in you to subdue me like that? [All bark but no bite.
Because, yes, of course Rui has it in him. Akechi might fight him about it but he always ends up offering his metaphorical leash to him. Allow himself to be tied down with the intimacy and love that the other has to offer, all while shooting his own anger and frustration to the air. It's an outlet he still desperately needs, to have someone accept the whatever is still wrong with his mind and just.. stay around.]
[Gotta save the first names for real intimacy, and this...Counts.
This counts. Being ugly and messy and scandalous purely for their mutual pleasure. He doesn't just want Akechi-kun, he wants Goro. He wants every single fucking cell in Goro Akechi's body to know that it's welcome with him just as it is.
But for now, he's quite content to lay there in damp sheets, throat in agony and oxygen a disorienting boon still.]
Not subdue. Just claim. I'll brush your hair, and trim your nails, and stroke you as much as you want.
[Then rings a Rui Giggle, and he sends another picture. Just of him, curled up, white slacks still about his knees like a restraint and hair thoroughly messed up from exertion; there's a sliver of his throat visible, a thick red welt ringing around from where he'd yanked especially tight right at the end, and the look on his face is tired, but satisfied and warm.
...Even if his voice, when he speaks again, is low, still breathless and raw, but confident in a way that a guy who just choked himself out shouldn't be.]
Right now, however, I want you to get your dick out already. I know you. You-- haaaa, hah. You're still pretty much fully dressed, aren't you? Send a picture when you're done.
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Excuse him as he takes a moment to recover.]
You really are something. I wonder what your fans would say if they knew you were like this too. How would they see their beloved oh-so-family-friendly-oriented director? Lewd and panting, so willingly to ruin himself like a harlot. [His voice is more deep than before. It's husky and almost just as needy as he makes Rui sound like. The hand from his mouth has now snaked down his body all down to his groin, rubbing himself through the fabric. For now at least.] But no. You will not show this anyone else but me. It's all only for me.
Hm? What was that? It can't be too tight for you. Not after that prepping you just did now. You should be wide open now, ready to take in anything I tell you to. Or is the knot making it too painful for you? Maybe next time we should make it a collar. I could pull and push you around as I want while you work yourself down to the bone.
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He can faintly hear fabric, rough, rubbing. Or is that a hallucination brought on by his muddled mind? Who knows. It's good, though. Good. Good, bitch. Touch yourself, all for him. All because of him. It's pathetic that he's so close already, right on the verge all because of his imagination and Akechi's voice run ragged, but-- so it goes. The bouncing starts again, harder this time, more faint almost noises gurgling from his open mouth as stars pop into his open vision. Fuck. Fuck, close, good, he can't fucking breathe]
Goro-- [Pained, almost, as the ribbon gets yanked tighter and his rhythm grows too sloppy to qualify anymore. Fuck, who cares if people hear him? He's a grown fucking man.
A grown fucking man who'll need to wash his sheets afterwards, because there's precum spattered everywhere by now, a drippy mess of exertion and, now that he's peaked, orgasm. He's pathetic. He'll deserve every ounce of mockery that he's bound to get for cumming like that, for not even having to touch himself past the foreplay stage to get like this.
But the ribbon gets undone, and he just lays there for a few seconds, panting and gasping intensely.]
...
No collars unless...you wear it too.
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But if you think hearing Akechi gasp had an affect on Rui just imagine what hearing his first name spoken out like that does to Akechi. It's extremely rare for anyone to address him with such familiarity. Heck, even they keep using their family names with each other... with a few exceptions like these, of course.
It makes him still for a quick moment. He doesn't even dare to breathe as he closes his eyes and lets the emotions to wash over him. It's so difficult for him to allowe them be free when he's on his own like this. Without Rui there to catch them. Shitfuckhell.. Maybe this was a mistake.
Oh well, at least he doesn't have much to dwell in his thoughts. Rui keeps going on, his movements more random and desperate. He can hear from his breathing that he's getting close and ---
Did he just come? Without his permission? How rude, Akechi is going to make sure remind him of that next time. Still, he allows Rui a moment to catch his breath and pull himself together enough that he'll be at least semi-coherent.]
Do you really think you have it in you to subdue me like that? [All bark but no bite.
Because, yes, of course Rui has it in him. Akechi might fight him about it but he always ends up offering his metaphorical leash to him. Allow himself to be tied down with the intimacy and love that the other has to offer, all while shooting his own anger and frustration to the air. It's an outlet he still desperately needs, to have someone accept the whatever is still wrong with his mind and just.. stay around.]
Are you alright?
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This counts. Being ugly and messy and scandalous purely for their mutual pleasure. He doesn't just want Akechi-kun, he wants Goro. He wants every single fucking cell in Goro Akechi's body to know that it's welcome with him just as it is.
But for now, he's quite content to lay there in damp sheets, throat in agony and oxygen a disorienting boon still.]
Not subdue. Just claim. I'll brush your hair, and trim your nails, and stroke you as much as you want.
[Then rings a Rui Giggle, and he sends another picture. Just of him, curled up, white slacks still about his knees like a restraint and hair thoroughly messed up from exertion; there's a sliver of his throat visible, a thick red welt ringing around from where he'd yanked especially tight right at the end, and the look on his face is tired, but satisfied and warm.
...Even if his voice, when he speaks again, is low, still breathless and raw, but confident in a way that a guy who just choked himself out shouldn't be.]
Right now, however, I want you to get your dick out already. I know you. You-- haaaa, hah. You're still pretty much fully dressed, aren't you? Send a picture when you're done.