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.
[There's silent "I can't" hidden in the message. He finds the idea thrilling and tempting. To allow a small crack in his otherwise perfect marble. To show people that yes, even he's human and yes, he's just as degenerate as the rest of them. But he can't allow scratches on his public armor. Despite everything they've gone through, Akechi can't help but keep himself closed off from those around him.
Right now he's more than just content to let Rui see this in their little private world.>]
Fuck, [he groans to himself when hearing that needy voice. ]
That's alright. We can pretend, can't we? You feel every look more intently than most, so to have a mark at all is more than enough for me.
And I can call, once I'm nearly finished. So you can hear more, if you want.
[A minute or two pass, before he sends a picture through; not with himself as the focus so much as a human base for the aforementioned toy. Just a surprisingly plain dildo sits tapped against his lips, though somebody's clearly put his utmost effort into matching Akechi's dick with the silicone form. Look. There are kits out there. Maybe one day he'll go through with the ultimate in gooey, nigh-romantic deviancy.]
If you want, I can start looking at toys so that we can pretend you're the one getting fucked.
If you ever humour me again like this, I mean. I just can't quite squeeze tight enough to imitate you, you know.
[Akechi's never been one for pda but for a moments like these he can try to play around with the idea. Of having small mark right below his collar (welt, bite mark, fingerprint??) that threatens to reveal itself if he's not being careful enough. To have a visible reminder of their time together -- when someone wrestled the control away from him, prying him open until he's raw and vulnerable, unable to hide behind his own bs. Fuck, he does not moan at the thought! Ew.
...But then comes the toy and that's um. He's not sure how to feel about that. Rui's mad little genius sure but as far as Akechi knows he doesn't have photographic memory (have you been snapping pictures of his junk??). But whatever, he'll address that next time they meet. He'll be sure to slam Rui's head against the wall, throw him on the bed and ride him while he's still in the hazy state. Because that's how the roll. ]
That'll depend on your performance here.
Call me. I want to hear you when you push it in.
NOT THE INTENSE STARE ICON IM LAUGHING....akechi honey please
[GROSS INDEED. Okay not gross at all, at least not when it's just them and the thought. But Rui's content with whatever Akechi gives him, knows that he's asking a lot to risk that front at all. They both have their public fronts, after all; Rui puts on his stage voice, sweet and lilting, and that's not really different from what Akechi does at all, is it?
Knowing that they can do this to each other is more than enough, most days.
As is knowing that Akechi trusts him enough to let him fuck and be fucked. It's important to Rui, as is getting the perfect fake dick to match the Goro Experience! (And trying to match the way he clenches, tight and perfect, when Rui gets shoved into the bed and ridden like he's stolen. It really is a futile effort to compare ass to hand.)]
Fair enough. I'll continue doing my best ♥ I'll call now.
[And he does. Sadly, Akechi gets 'treated' to the faint squishing noises and soft huffing that accompanies Rui preparing himself, no imagery available, but...Does he need it by now? He's a smart man with a big imagination.]
Akechi-kuuuuun~ Bear with me, okay? Just...A little more. Then I'll be ready.
[Well, the truth about sex is that.. it's not very sexy in the end when you strip it down from all fantasies. Wet and sloppy sounds are hardly a delight to hear Akechi can work with this. It's not like he doesn't know what's happening in the background.]
Kamishiro-kun. [He says, with a slight tension hidden in his voice. He's going to have put in extra work to keep himself appear calm and in control right now -- but hey, at least they're not facetiming.]
How many fingers do you have in?
thankfully he's more adorable than gendo it's fine IT'S FINE
[True, the noises alone are just kind of...Eugh, gross. But Rui's always been more into the context, the links he can make in his brain, the images he can come up with. For example: he absolutely picks up on that strain in Akechi's voice, and it's enough to make him smile wider and coo just a little in approval. How beautiful! What sort of face makes that sort of noise?
He pauses, tries not to mash his face into the phone lest he hang up.]
I just put in a third. I maaaaay have rushed things a little, fufu~ But we both know I can handle it.
Or do you want to be inside me already? [Just for good measure, he lets out a good, unrestrained moan right into the phone's mic, loud enough to be heard outside the van's walls even with the curtains drawn.]
You truly are insatiable one. Are you looking forward to feel everything tomorrow at the practice? Or is this your way getting a day off?
[Rui definitely is a crazy one who can push his own limits. It's really too bad that Akechi can't be there to witness him ruining himself on his own fingers. That'd be a sight to see for sure. To have Rui touch himself and follow his orders. To go faster and harder when Akechi wants to and to slow down and tease himself on the edge. How delightful]
Not just yet. I want you to drag it out. Hearing you like this isn't too bad, you know. Just make sure you're not going to be evicted from the area, you pervert.
now akechi's just perpetuating his daddy issues onto rui!! i see what's going on here!!
Only for you. And-- I can't wait to feel it at rehearsals tomorrow. I'll make sure to help even more with moving props and helping to set up, just so that I can think of you. Akechi-kun~
[That's one of the best things about them both, isn't it? They're mostly unafraid, willing to push themselves and each other to see exactly what sort of results they can eke out. Rui loves taunting Akechi almost as much as he does just...Acquiescing like this and pushing himself too hard, too fast.
Already, his arm's starting to threaten to cramp. But he's not relenting, not now. Three fingers, then four. Carefully cupped to give the impression of 'girth', and enough to make him sputter wetly from the strain.] Ah...
You worry about me~ It's alright, it's alright...We're all adults, and we're out in a rural area right now, so it's just us setting up, fufu~ I'm sure they understand that I get lonely too. So lonely that I added another finger...Can I tighten the ribbon yet, Akechi-kun?
you either die young or grow old enough to become the daddy
[Damn you, Rui Kamishiro. For making those sounds, giving him all these mental images. He must be feel so tight around those fingers as he pries himself open. What kind of face is he making? Are his eyes wide, brows knitted in a frown, lips parted in pleasure? Fuckfuckfuck.]
Yes. [He hums to the phone and gives his lips a quick lick. There's shuffling sounds in the background as Akechi rearranges his clothing. Hand traveling around his chest, fingers ghosting over his nipples. It's so hard to imitate Rui. The other one is always so spontaneous, finding ways to surprise him each time...
Part of him he wants to ask direction from Rui but as always, it's silenced by the barriers he's put around himself. He can't ask such thing direct question. ]
Place the phone next to you, I don't want you to remove your fingers. I'm going to start counting and you're not allowed to let go of the string until I stop, got that?
[He waits for a brief moment to give Rui time to get ready before he slowly starts to count:] One.
[He hadn't been thinking about it before, if only because he trusted Akechi's choice in knot completely, but of course it's a one-hander knot that he can do this with. Shuffling comes from his end in reply, as he tries to set the phone up without unseating himself too severely, before he hums in acquiescence.
And then--]
I adore you. I just want you to know that before I'm unable to talk for a bit.
[Then the countdown occurs, and he obeys with glee. It's tempting to go gung-ho, to really tighten it within the first few seconds just to make himself gag and give Akechi something to run with, but this is a long game they're playing (and has been from the start). So the ribbon slowly, softly shffs as it's pulled taut n the knot, slowly slowly slowly but not too slow to keep them from enjoying himself, and Rui gurgles and grunts intermittently all the while.
Once they hit the stop mark, he just lets out a voiceless grunt. The sound of a bubble breaching the water's surface more than anything. But the slick sounds of his fingers moving start again in earnest, blankets rustling and a dull thud as he tries to brace one leg against the wall in order to get in even deeper. Fuck this is good, it's so good and he can't even talk right now through the ribbon or the haze in his head to let Akechi know how good it is.
Not as good as hot fingers bearing down against his throat, but it's pretty fucking good.]
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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 ❤
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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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[There's silent "I can't" hidden in the message. He finds the idea thrilling and tempting. To allow a small crack in his otherwise perfect marble. To show people that yes, even he's human and yes, he's just as degenerate as the rest of them. But he can't allow scratches on his public armor. Despite everything they've gone through, Akechi can't help but keep himself closed off from those around him.
Right now he's more than just content to let Rui see this in their little private world.>]
Fuck, [he groans to himself when hearing that needy voice. ]
which toy are you thinking of?
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And I can call, once I'm nearly finished. So you can hear more, if you want.
[A minute or two pass, before he sends a picture through; not with himself as the focus so much as a human base for the aforementioned toy. Just a surprisingly plain dildo sits tapped against his lips, though somebody's clearly put his utmost effort into matching Akechi's dick with the silicone form. Look. There are kits out there. Maybe one day he'll go through with the ultimate in gooey, nigh-romantic deviancy.]
If you want, I can start looking at toys so that we can pretend you're the one getting fucked.
If you ever humour me again like this, I mean. I just can't quite squeeze tight enough to imitate you, you know.
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...But then comes the toy and that's um. He's not sure how to feel about that. Rui's mad little genius sure but as far as Akechi knows he doesn't have photographic memory (have you been snapping pictures of his junk??). But whatever, he'll address that next time they meet. He'll be sure to slam Rui's head against the wall, throw him on the bed and ride him while he's still in the hazy state. Because that's how the roll. ]
That'll depend on your performance here.
Call me. I want to hear you when you push it in.
NOT THE INTENSE STARE ICON IM LAUGHING....akechi honey please
Knowing that they can do this to each other is more than enough, most days.
As is knowing that Akechi trusts him enough to let him fuck and be fucked. It's important to Rui, as is getting the perfect fake dick to match the Goro Experience! (And trying to match the way he clenches, tight and perfect, when Rui gets shoved into the bed and ridden like he's stolen. It really is a futile effort to compare ass to hand.)]
Fair enough. I'll continue doing my best ♥ I'll call now.
[And he does. Sadly, Akechi gets 'treated' to the faint squishing noises and soft huffing that accompanies Rui preparing himself, no imagery available, but...Does he need it by now? He's a smart man with a big imagination.]
Akechi-kuuuuun~ Bear with me, okay? Just...A little more. Then I'll be ready.
It's his Gendo Ikari impression!!
Kamishiro-kun. [He says, with a slight tension hidden in his voice. He's going to have put in extra work to keep himself appear calm and in control right now -- but hey, at least they're not facetiming.]
How many fingers do you have in?
thankfully he's more adorable than gendo it's fine IT'S FINE
He pauses, tries not to mash his face into the phone lest he hang up.]
I just put in a third. I maaaaay have rushed things a little, fufu~ But we both know I can handle it.
Or do you want to be inside me already? [Just for good measure, he lets out a good, unrestrained moan right into the phone's mic, loud enough to be heard outside the van's walls even with the curtains drawn.]
Get in the robot Rui.
[Rui definitely is a crazy one who can push his own limits. It's really too bad that Akechi can't be there to witness him ruining himself on his own fingers. That'd be a sight to see for sure. To have Rui touch himself and follow his orders. To go faster and harder when Akechi wants to and to slow down and tease himself on the edge. How delightful]
Not just yet. I want you to drag it out. Hearing you like this isn't too bad, you know. Just make sure you're not going to be evicted from the area, you pervert.
now akechi's just perpetuating his daddy issues onto rui!! i see what's going on here!!
[That's one of the best things about them both, isn't it? They're mostly unafraid, willing to push themselves and each other to see exactly what sort of results they can eke out. Rui loves taunting Akechi almost as much as he does just...Acquiescing like this and pushing himself too hard, too fast.
Already, his arm's starting to threaten to cramp. But he's not relenting, not now. Three fingers, then four. Carefully cupped to give the impression of 'girth', and enough to make him sputter wetly from the strain.] Ah...
You worry about me~ It's alright, it's alright...We're all adults, and we're out in a rural area right now, so it's just us setting up, fufu~ I'm sure they understand that I get lonely too. So lonely that I added another finger...Can I tighten the ribbon yet, Akechi-kun?
you either die young or grow old enough to become the daddy
Yes. [He hums to the phone and gives his lips a quick lick. There's shuffling sounds in the background as Akechi rearranges his clothing. Hand traveling around his chest, fingers ghosting over his nipples. It's so hard to imitate Rui. The other one is always so spontaneous, finding ways to surprise him each time...
Part of him he wants to ask direction from Rui but as always, it's silenced by the barriers he's put around himself. He can't ask such thing direct question. ]
Place the phone next to you, I don't want you to remove your fingers. I'm going to start counting and you're not allowed to let go of the string until I stop, got that?
[He waits for a brief moment to give Rui time to get ready before he slowly starts to count:]
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
Six.
[longer pause]
..Seven.
Eight.
Nine.
Ten. And stop.
the cycle never ends.....it never ends
[He hadn't been thinking about it before, if only because he trusted Akechi's choice in knot completely, but of course it's a one-hander knot that he can do this with. Shuffling comes from his end in reply, as he tries to set the phone up without unseating himself too severely, before he hums in acquiescence.
And then--]
I adore you. I just want you to know that before I'm unable to talk for a bit.
[Then the countdown occurs, and he obeys with glee. It's tempting to go gung-ho, to really tighten it within the first few seconds just to make himself gag and give Akechi something to run with, but this is a long game they're playing (and has been from the start). So the ribbon slowly, softly shffs as it's pulled taut n the knot, slowly slowly slowly but not too slow to keep them from enjoying himself, and Rui gurgles and grunts intermittently all the while.
Once they hit the stop mark, he just lets out a voiceless grunt. The sound of a bubble breaching the water's surface more than anything. But the slick sounds of his fingers moving start again in earnest, blankets rustling and a dull thud as he tries to brace one leg against the wall in order to get in even deeper. Fuck this is good, it's so good and he can't even talk right now through the ribbon or the haze in his head to let Akechi know how good it is.
Not as good as hot fingers bearing down against his throat, but it's pretty fucking good.]
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