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.
[fuck you.. Akechi is not good with the selfie game and it's kinda awkward. He's more used to pose for magazines and other shit not for dirty pics for his annoying s.o.
but fine.
it takes almost ten minutes from him to send one. it's a picture of his face that still has the pink hue spread all over it, his eyes are unfocused and bothered. so yeah, he's clearly turned on but tries not to be too obvious about it.]
[give him five minutes. Two minutes just to admire Akechi and set that picture as his contact. Then three getting to work tying his hair back up and tying that knot around his throat.]
There's my handsome boy. I thought you might look like that, but knowing makes me feel all compliant, suddenly.
Here you go.
[The picture of said knot comes through! Nice and close on his neck, his mouth only barely visible, though it's in a loose grin by all appearances. But the focus is on the way that red and gold ribbon's already starting to juuuust faintly bite into his skin already. Nice and firm and tight enough to make his voice sound strange.]
Wish you were here tying this for me, looking at me with that face.
call me that again and I'll tie it so that you won't be waking up ever again.
[don't tempt the Mr.murder. but damn, that ribbon looks good against Rui's neck. The gold would really bring out his eyes so well. Just imagining that sends shivers down his spine.
he wants to feel the string around his fingers. give it a small tentative tug to make feel Rui feel the slightest pressure while climbing on top of him.]
how does it feel like?
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Donate them to a museum, if they're advanced enough to warrant it, or donate it to Phoenix Wonderlands for use. Emu-kun will know what to do.
[What, not going to keep the kitty orb even? Kitty orb is the superior robot. It's a kitty orb.
Anyway. No point in replying to the affirmative when he can simply close the knot even more, distinctly biting into his flesh now without completely cutting off his breath. Just making him rasp a little. It's fine. But a full-body shot again, huh...He can do that. He took one selfie with his feet, he'll manage another!
And he does, of course. ...After quite a few failed attempts, but still; Akechi gets what he asked for, because of course he does. Rui's wormed out of those fitted white pants enough that his cock can sit free, curving back towards his belly just a touch and dark pink at the head with blatant arousal. One hand's sat against the base, fingers spread around but not yet holding. Just enough to draw attention, in case that somehow gets missed.
The face he's pulling definitely matches, too. Still smiling, of course. He's always smiling. But it's lopsided, and his eyes are definitely glazing over, half-lidded as he stares at the camera all aflush. There's even a hand in his hair, mid-fluffing it out just to achieve maximum thirst trap.]
Show me what you're doing with your hands, when you're not texting.
[He might keep the orbs around just for the batting training!!
Also, cock? What cock? Sorry he's too busy staring at the dust in the background. Okay, as if. Akechi is eating this view with his eyes, going through every little detail like an obsessive asshole that he is.
For a goblin that just took a dip in a toxic waste Rui looks gorgeous. At least to Akechi's eyes. He's good looking as is to be expected for someone with his position but that's not it. What Akechi is drawn towards are the small flaws, scrapes and bruises around his body. Marks of his own passion, the insane drive that pushes him forward in life. Such radiant power. If he was any more sappy (or creepy?) he'd save this photo, print it and hide away somewhere. But thank god he's not romantic idiot like that.
His throat feels dry and tight at the request. The thing is that... he hasn't really been doing anything so far aside from texting? He's been focused in Rui's pictures, enjoying them and finding pleasure in seeing him listening to his orders. But oh well. He should give something.
This time Akechi's face isn't visible in the picture. Instead it only focuses on his front: he's loosened his tie and unbuttoned the white dress shirt, revealing the toned chest. He's trailing his collarbone with his glove-free fingers, nail pressing against the skin - teasing a potential scratch.]
good
i want you to keep touching yourself like this, but leave the ribbon alone for now.
At least there are plenty of bruises just from Rui existing and being pallid enough to bruise easily, so there's plenty to look at in that aspect too. Not that Rui's game enough to guess at shit like that.
He's just glad to get a picture back when asked. Fucking gorgeous. Where he's all lean, happy coincidence over health or function, Akechi's build is...lovely.
As is that nail digging into his perfect skin. Rui's sure that he makes a noise when he thinks about how he'd much rather be the one doing the marking, but compromises are compromises, and not to be turned away.]
Leave a welt somewhere people are going to see. I want to tarnish your reputation a little. I want you to feel people looking at you, and know that you're with someone who loves watching you squirm.
Akechi-kun.
[A voice memo gets sent through first, just of Rui murmuring 'Akechi-kun' once more with that strain in his voice that only real excitement gets out of him.]
Can I get one of my toys out? I got one that almost feels like you. I won't use it yet, but I just thought I should ask.
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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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but fine.
it takes almost ten minutes from him to send one. it's a picture of his face that still has the pink hue spread all over it, his eyes are unfocused and bothered. so yeah, he's clearly turned on but tries not to be too obvious about it.]
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There's my handsome boy. I thought you might look like that, but knowing makes me feel all compliant, suddenly.
Here you go.
[The picture of said knot comes through! Nice and close on his neck, his mouth only barely visible, though it's in a loose grin by all appearances. But the focus is on the way that red and gold ribbon's already starting to juuuust faintly bite into his skin already. Nice and firm and tight enough to make his voice sound strange.]
Wish you were here tying this for me, looking at me with that face.
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[don't tempt the Mr.murder. but damn, that ribbon looks good against Rui's neck. The gold would really bring out his eyes so well. Just imagining that sends shivers down his spine.
he wants to feel the string around his fingers. give it a small tentative tug to make feel Rui feel the slightest pressure while climbing on top of him.]
how does it feel like?
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It's not tight enough yet, of course. But it's still making my heart race. Should I tighten it?
[Another picture, with his free hand holding the working end of the ribbon and threatening to pull.]
By the way, if I don't respond in five minutes, you should perhaps call an ambulance. Does that sound fair?
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you can but not too tight yet. we don't want to spoil the fun prematurely.
show me rest of yourself.
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[What, not going to keep the kitty orb even? Kitty orb is the superior robot. It's a kitty orb.
Anyway. No point in replying to the affirmative when he can simply close the knot even more, distinctly biting into his flesh now without completely cutting off his breath. Just making him rasp a little. It's fine. But a full-body shot again, huh...He can do that. He took one selfie with his feet, he'll manage another!
And he does, of course. ...After quite a few failed attempts, but still; Akechi gets what he asked for, because of course he does. Rui's wormed out of those fitted white pants enough that his cock can sit free, curving back towards his belly just a touch and dark pink at the head with blatant arousal. One hand's sat against the base, fingers spread around but not yet holding. Just enough to draw attention, in case that somehow gets missed.
The face he's pulling definitely matches, too. Still smiling, of course. He's always smiling. But it's lopsided, and his eyes are definitely glazing over, half-lidded as he stares at the camera all aflush. There's even a hand in his hair, mid-fluffing it out just to achieve maximum thirst trap.]
Show me what you're doing with your hands, when you're not texting.
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Also, cock? What cock? Sorry he's too busy staring at the dust in the background. Okay, as if. Akechi is eating this view with his eyes, going through every little detail like an obsessive asshole that he is.
For a goblin that just took a dip in a toxic waste Rui looks gorgeous. At least to Akechi's eyes. He's good looking as is to be expected for someone with his position but that's not it. What Akechi is drawn towards are the small flaws, scrapes and bruises around his body. Marks of his own passion, the insane drive that pushes him forward in life. Such radiant power. If he was any more sappy (or creepy?) he'd save this photo, print it and hide away somewhere. But thank god he's not romantic idiot like that.
His throat feels dry and tight at the request. The thing is that... he hasn't really been doing anything so far aside from texting? He's been focused in Rui's pictures, enjoying them and finding pleasure in seeing him listening to his orders. But oh well. He should give something.
This time Akechi's face isn't visible in the picture. Instead it only focuses on his front: he's loosened his tie and unbuttoned the white dress shirt, revealing the toned chest. He's trailing his collarbone with his glove-free fingers, nail pressing against the skin - teasing a potential scratch.]
good
i want you to keep touching yourself like this, but leave the ribbon alone for now.
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At least there are plenty of bruises just from Rui existing and being pallid enough to bruise easily, so there's plenty to look at in that aspect too. Not that Rui's game enough to guess at shit like that.
He's just glad to get a picture back when asked. Fucking gorgeous. Where he's all lean, happy coincidence over health or function, Akechi's build is...lovely.
As is that nail digging into his perfect skin. Rui's sure that he makes a noise when he thinks about how he'd much rather be the one doing the marking, but compromises are compromises, and not to be turned away.]
Leave a welt somewhere people are going to see. I want to tarnish your reputation a little. I want you to feel people looking at you, and know that you're with someone who loves watching you squirm.
Akechi-kun.
[A voice memo gets sent through first, just of Rui murmuring 'Akechi-kun' once more with that strain in his voice that only real excitement gets out of him.]
Can I get one of my toys out? I got one that almost feels like you. I won't use it yet, but I just thought I should ask.
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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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