[Rui's been very, very good about not texting too much since he knows damn well that Akechi's been a good student, nose to the grindstone and all.
But that goes out the window if Akechi texts him, right? And Rui's eyes hurt from staring at blueprints, so he could do with a break. Maybe Akechi could do with the same.]
So it's eye-catching, is what you're saying. Or did you only notice because I was in the poster? The shoot was boring, but I was rather proud of the end results, myself.
Did Akechi-kun think the costume was the most ridiculous part? I got to keep it, and I was thinking that maybe I could recreate some of the shots they didn't end up using, just to make you laugh.
Akechi-kun! You're right on the money. It was an old outfit, from when I worked at Phoenix Wonderland. I don't know how they tracked it down when I gave it to Emu-kun, but I think they're tackling the nostalgia angle, so it works wonders, right?
You're my favourite clown though ๐ฅฐ๐ฅฐ Are you out in public still, or back hitting the books? Because I miiiiiss yoooouuu.
Perhaps. But if it evokes juvenile wonder in audiences of all ages, then I'm happy to wear it again. And it means something to me, besides.
But if you don't like it on me, that can be arranged.
[Look. He's. He's forcing himself to take a break now, or his eyes will fall out of his head. Thankfully, the selfie that Akechi is assaulted with doesn't show just how red Rui's eyes are, or the beginning of bags under them.
Just. You know. Coat off, the rim of his top hat pinched between his teeth, frilled shirt already a third unbuttoned. Just enough to show a sliver of skin under the top hat's girth, really. Motherfucker's sitting on his shitty little van bed, legs crossed and face creased into a wide, amused grin. Sure, this is probably enough to cop him a temporary block, but it's worth it.
...And if it ends up actually being of any help, when Akechi's feeling less pissy about it, then triple worth it.]
[we all know that Akechi talks shit. while he might find that whole get up ridiculous he agrees it does the trick. if this clown he's apparently chosen wants to entertain little kids then good.
yet another picture. well, at least it's still on PG level rather than full blown nudity?? though the hint of skin is just teasing at this point. he might never say it out loud but he does miss you, too.]
what's this? planning to add another number to your routine?
[Thankfully, Akechi's spared worse purely by virtue of being in public at the moment. ...And that's probably risque enough anyway. Next level: he reveals an ankle.]
No, this is only for you. I could do more, but I feel as though you'd get too flustered to enjoy it. That, and I kind of want to know your reactions as you go through them. ๐
I could pretend that this is an attempt at burlesque, but my body rolls are still lacking.
Oh fine, you know just how to sweet talk me so that I want to bend to your every whim.
I really do miss you, you know.
[The hat's been tossed to the side for now, if only to show that more buttons have been undone on his shirt--
actually there's only one button done up. Right at the bottom, above the frill trim; it's doing its absolute best to hang in there, but the shirt's hanging off his shoulders now, revealing flesh with only faint bruise marks from their last conjugal visit. He's untied his hair so that it falls down past his shoulders (that's a detail i keep forgetting what the fuck), and the button on his white slacks? Also popped.
Plenty of skin, but nothing that you wouldn't see at the beach. Still somewhat safe to be caught looking at, if explained away as a photoshoot.
...Or it would be if he weren't splayed back on his tiny, shitty bed, half-propped up against the wall and. how the fuck is he getting a picture at this angle. is he taking selfies with his fucking feet right now. That explains why he looks so amused, even if he's doing his best to put on a perfect pout.]
I had to get inventive, so apologies if it's blurry! ๐๐
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[Well you know how to play him. Wtf Rui, just start onlyfans already.
Akechi takes his time to look at the picture, staying maybe little too calm to be passed as anything but forceful (he's not going to blush in public goddamnit, he's still an ex-celeb!). He's taking in every small detail and ah. It's nice to know that the bruises are still where he left them. It's that kind of shit that really gets him.]
[A closer picture this time, feet thankfully fired from photography duty; Rui knows what's probably doing the most damage, if only because he knows what he'd love to see in a picture like this.
So it's portrait, ending just below the collarbone; there are bruises down further too, of course, but the origins of those get muddied in origin, so it's easier to pick the obvious ones. He's pulled his hair to one side, shooting the camera a sidelong, coy smile as it catches every single yellowing splotch dotted over his throat and shoulders, varying wildly in size.]
Do you have anything left on you? I've caught myself pressing on some of them when the night's especially lonely and boring...I wonder if Akechi-kun feels the same way.
[God he looks tired, is actually Akechi's first thought when seeing Rui's face up close. With another show coming up soon he must be working to down to the bone. Say whatever you want of this rainbow gremlin: he's certainly hardworking. Something that Akechi can always appreciate (and his busy schedule works well for him. it brings them the distance that he finds himself needing from time to time). And oh well, it's not like he himself isn't just as tired with his finals.
But seeing those bruises.. the next break can't come soon enough.]
i'm not a pervert like you. i actually take care of my skin afterwards.
[They truly are a testament to absence making the heart grow fonder, as well as to how good space is between two people like them. Rui's hard to take in prolonged doses, and he knows that full well.
(He'll also know full well, about half an hour from now, just how fucking bad the bags under his eyes are getting. God knows he's invested in skincare to keep up with Akechi's porcelain beauty, but...Man. Man.)]
Of course you're not a pervert. Akechi-kun's as pure as the driven snow!
Some of them sting a little still, but they're mostly done with by now. I think in a few days, I could probably change backstage with everyone else, if I had to.
[The next picture takes a little longer to come through; somebody spent a little too long trying to get his hair to splay out as prettily as possible on his pillow, fiddling with the saturation and whatnot to get the bruises to really pop. More visible this time, since it's a half-torso picture and he's completely done away with the shirt, but it's not as sexy, otherwise. He just looks like he's laid there trying to facetime with Akechi, face warm with fondness and free hand splayed on his belly.]
That's the most fun part of afterwards. Thinking about what people would say if they saw, and how I'd try to explain it away. You really have turned me into a pervert, haven't you?
Well someone has to balance out your degeneracy. It's almost full time job by now so I'm fully expecting you to repay me later.
[Haha, as if this whole.. arrangement isn't fully mutual. At this point what keeps them together is not only shared interests but the emotional connection but damn. Their desire to push boundaries with bit of bdsm and violence sure helps to keep everything fresh. (they truly are gross).]
That so? Should I take that as an encouragement to make sure next ones wont be too easy to hide? Maybe mark your wrists. Jawline. The back of your neck that you'll have to wear your hair down all the time.
Let the others wonder and squirm in anxiousness as their own damn cowardliness keeps them from asking but not assuming.
I'm a man of my word and intent. You'll get yours.
Akechi-kun's wording things in a way that makes me suspect...that you want me to get all worked up! Thinking about you when I should be thinking about how to make my troupe shine...You're the worst. ๐
But you know, I like thinking about you feeling me when you move. Biting down really hard in all the places where skin rubs and muscle stretches, like in the crease of your inner thigh, or the insides of your joints, or all along your forearms so that when you brush against something, you remember. Just for a second.
I'm just sending Akechi-kun progress pictures of me getting out of that uniform you so dislike. Isn't that normal?
I've locked the door and closed the curtains. I'm all yours when you're home.
[And just to prove it, the thirstiest dipshit thirst trap of all: just a shot of below the shoulders, thumb hooked in the band of his unzipped slacks and tugging down just a little, just enough for purple hair to peek thr--
he's not wearing anything under the white pants what is wrong with him]
yes because god knows you can't do anything properly without me.
[...Fuck you, Rui Kamishiro. That actually got him a reaction. His eyes widen and he can't stop a blush spreading on his cheeks as his lips draw back in surprise. He's just... gonna close his phone. ok. bye bitch.
After 15 minutes or so he's finally home, taken his shoes and jacket off. Ready to get all comfy and shit.]
Just as I'd expect from you. My punishing little taskmaster as ever, hm??
At first I wondered what, exactly, you did for fifteen minutes when you got that picture. Did you stay stone-faced? Did you look at it in disgust? Did you actually enjoy it? And then I imagined you coming home to me, instead of to your books. Angry with me for being so frivolous as always.
It's hard to make it feel any good when it's just my own hand on my throat, you know.
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for the sext that almost never was: big boy au edition!!
But that goes out the window if Akechi texts him, right? And Rui's eyes hurt from staring at blueprints, so he could do with a break. Maybe Akechi could do with the same.]
So it's eye-catching, is what you're saying. Or did you only notice because I was in the poster? The shoot was boring, but I was rather proud of the end results, myself.
Did Akechi-kun think the costume was the most ridiculous part? I got to keep it, and I was thinking that maybe I could recreate some of the shots they didn't end up using, just to make you laugh.
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schrodingers sexting
it's tacky and way too loud
are you supposed to be a leader of circus or some shit? seems like a role you were born for.
kicks the box open and takes the cat and the sexts out. fuck shoedingles
You're my favourite clown though ๐ฅฐ๐ฅฐ Are you out in public still, or back hitting the books? Because I miiiiiss yoooouuu.
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Who are you calling a clown?
I'm on train.
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But if you don't like it on me, that can be arranged.
[Look. He's. He's forcing himself to take a break now, or his eyes will fall out of his head. Thankfully, the selfie that Akechi is assaulted with doesn't show just how red Rui's eyes are, or the beginning of bags under them.
Just. You know. Coat off, the rim of his top hat pinched between his teeth, frilled shirt already a third unbuttoned. Just enough to show a sliver of skin under the top hat's girth, really. Motherfucker's sitting on his shitty little van bed, legs crossed and face creased into a wide, amused grin. Sure, this is probably enough to cop him a temporary block, but it's worth it.
...And if it ends up actually being of any help, when Akechi's feeling less pissy about it, then triple worth it.]
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yet another picture. well, at least it's still on PG level rather than full blown nudity?? though the hint of skin is just teasing at this point. he might never say it out loud but he does miss you, too.]
what's this? planning to add another number to your routine?
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No, this is only for you. I could do more, but I feel as though you'd get too flustered to enjoy it. That, and I kind of want to know your reactions as you go through them. ๐
I could pretend that this is an attempt at burlesque, but my body rolls are still lacking.
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your trust in your skills is admirable. careful not to let your own hubris be your downfall.
Go on.
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I really do miss you, you know.
[The hat's been tossed to the side for now, if only to show that more buttons have been undone on his shirt--
actually there's only one button done up. Right at the bottom, above the frill trim; it's doing its absolute best to hang in there, but the shirt's hanging off his shoulders now, revealing flesh with only faint bruise marks from their last conjugal visit. He's untied his hair so that it falls down past his shoulders (that's a detail i keep forgetting what the fuck), and the button on his white slacks? Also popped.
Plenty of skin, but nothing that you wouldn't see at the beach. Still somewhat safe to be caught looking at, if explained away as a photoshoot.
...Or it would be if he weren't splayed back on his tiny, shitty bed, half-propped up against the wall and. how the fuck is he getting a picture at this angle. is he taking selfies with his fucking feet right now. That explains why he looks so amused, even if he's doing his best to put on a perfect pout.]
I had to get inventive, so apologies if it's blurry! ๐๐
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Akechi takes his time to look at the picture, staying maybe little too calm to be passed as anything but forceful (he's not going to blush in public goddamnit, he's still an ex-celeb!). He's taking in every small detail and ah. It's nice to know that the bruises are still where he left them. It's that kind of shit that really gets him.]
pull your hair back.
[look, he's playing along]
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[A closer picture this time, feet thankfully fired from photography duty; Rui knows what's probably doing the most damage, if only because he knows what he'd love to see in a picture like this.
So it's portrait, ending just below the collarbone; there are bruises down further too, of course, but the origins of those get muddied in origin, so it's easier to pick the obvious ones. He's pulled his hair to one side, shooting the camera a sidelong, coy smile as it catches every single yellowing splotch dotted over his throat and shoulders, varying wildly in size.]
Do you have anything left on you? I've caught myself pressing on some of them when the night's especially lonely and boring...I wonder if Akechi-kun feels the same way.
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But seeing those bruises.. the next break can't come soon enough.]
i'm not a pervert like you. i actually take care of my skin afterwards.
do any of them hurt?
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(He'll also know full well, about half an hour from now, just how fucking bad the bags under his eyes are getting. God knows he's invested in skincare to keep up with Akechi's porcelain beauty, but...Man. Man.)]
Of course you're not a pervert. Akechi-kun's as pure as the driven snow!
Some of them sting a little still, but they're mostly done with by now. I think in a few days, I could probably change backstage with everyone else, if I had to.
[The next picture takes a little longer to come through; somebody spent a little too long trying to get his hair to splay out as prettily as possible on his pillow, fiddling with the saturation and whatnot to get the bruises to really pop. More visible this time, since it's a half-torso picture and he's completely done away with the shirt, but it's not as sexy, otherwise. He just looks like he's laid there trying to facetime with Akechi, face warm with fondness and free hand splayed on his belly.]
That's the most fun part of afterwards. Thinking about what people would say if they saw, and how I'd try to explain it away. You really have turned me into a pervert, haven't you?
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[Haha, as if this whole.. arrangement isn't fully mutual. At this point what keeps them together is not only shared interests but the emotional connection but damn. Their desire to push boundaries with bit of bdsm and violence sure helps to keep everything fresh. (they truly are gross).]
That so? Should I take that as an encouragement to make sure next ones wont be too easy to hide? Maybe mark your wrists. Jawline. The back of your neck that you'll have to wear your hair down all the time.
Let the others wonder and squirm in anxiousness as their own damn cowardliness keeps them from asking but not assuming.
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Akechi-kun's wording things in a way that makes me suspect...that you want me to get all worked up! Thinking about you when I should be thinking about how to make my troupe shine...You're the worst. ๐
But you know, I like thinking about you feeling me when you move. Biting down really hard in all the places where skin rubs and muscle stretches, like in the crease of your inner thigh, or the insides of your joints, or all along your forearms so that when you brush against something, you remember. Just for a second.
Are you nearly home?
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[He's not bombing him with the suggestive selfies!!!]
Ten minutes.
[Meaning: get ready you dumbshit.]
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I'm just sending Akechi-kun progress pictures of me getting out of that uniform you so dislike. Isn't that normal?
I've locked the door and closed the curtains. I'm all yours when you're home.
[And just to prove it, the thirstiest dipshit thirst trap of all: just a shot of below the shoulders, thumb hooked in the band of his unzipped slacks and tugging down just a little, just enough for purple hair to peek thr--
he's not wearing anything under the white pants what is wrong with him]
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[...Fuck you, Rui Kamishiro. That actually got him a reaction. His eyes widen and he can't stop a blush spreading on his cheeks as his lips draw back in surprise. He's just... gonna close his phone. ok. bye bitch.
After 15 minutes or so he's finally home, taken his shoes and jacket off. Ready to get all comfy and shit.]
you really enjoyed doing that, didn't you?
what are you doing now?
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Only joking! I've been thinking about you the whole time, that's all. But I've behaved myself. I hope I didn't cause too much difficulty for you.
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[he's going to make you work now.]
not a chance i'd lose to you.
what exactly you've been thinking, then?
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At first I wondered what, exactly, you did for fifteen minutes when you got that picture. Did you stay stone-faced? Did you look at it in disgust? Did you actually enjoy it? And then I imagined you coming home to me, instead of to your books. Angry with me for being so frivolous as always.
It's hard to make it feel any good when it's just my own hand on my throat, you know.
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Your uniform came with a ribbon. Go ahead and tie that around your neck. Make sure that it's a constrictor knot.
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Not unless you send me something. I want to at least see you before I go tying knots in private for you, and risk damaging my one asset.
Is Akechi-kun actually missing me? Cute โค
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do you think you actually deserve to demand anything from me after that stunt you just pulled.
Piece of shit.
[so affectionate]
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Then you'll get yours, as I promised.
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NOT THE INTENSE STARE ICON IM LAUGHING....akechi honey please
It's his Gendo Ikari impression!!
thankfully he's more adorable than gendo it's fine IT'S FINE
Get in the robot Rui.
now akechi's just perpetuating his daddy issues onto rui!! i see what's going on here!!
you either die young or grow old enough to become the daddy
the cycle never ends.....it never ends
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