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.]
[Akechi knows so you don't need to say it out loud like that, idiot! Just joking. His fragile little ego likes hearing it.
His own heart drums fast and loud in his chest as he counts. He can only imagine how it must be for Rui, to receive orders like this through a voice alone without any proper contact and letting himself submit to it. So degrading and thrilling, at least according to the silent and subtle sounds he hears from Rui's side. This is a delight but he can't stop himself from wishing to be there with the other, buried deep inside him instead of those fingers.
To match the other one Akechi had brought his own hand to his throat, adding a little pressure alongside with Rui (although, it is quite difficult to strangle yourself with your hands but shhhh, he tries his best). He takes in each subtle sound he can hear, from Rui's grunting to rustle of the sheets as he moves around. ]
Good. [He sighs, emptying his lungs with a heavy breath (wait what? when had he been holding his breath?)] When you're ready you can go ahead and use that toy of yours.
[Honestly...All of this is just making him miss Akechi more, worsening the urge to just undo the ribbon and tell him all of the awful things cooking up in his cotton ball-filled mind right now. ...Mostly an urge to pull his fingers out and turn the tables, because man. Man, it's a little selfish doing this, isn't it? Not giving him anything to work with while Rui gets to have all the fun.
He'll definitely make it up to him once the call's done. Either a penetrable toy to match, maybe a cute little dildo (something glass for the artistic value?) and some fun cords, and a definite thought to really lay it on thick when he can talk again.
Ah well, now is now and later is later; there's another bubble-pop gasp, precious air leaving his lungs in favour of showing his consciousness, before he
sends through a picture. A little blurry, taken with his clean hand (definitely shaky and a little clammy); Rui's giving a peace sign to the camera, winking and pursing his lips despite definitely not having much leeway to move. The ribbon's tight enough for severe discomfort, after all, and maybe even a touch of redness the next day with how it's cutting into his skin, but that's the fun of it. And his hips are angled to the side just so, showcasing the fact that he's hovering above the head of the dildo, just waiting for his hand to come free so that he can guide himself down.
Look at it now, or look at it later. Whatever. Once it's sent, a positive cavalcade of loud, rhythmically wet noises, pathetic little mattress springs groaning as he rides the pathetic stand-in as though his life depends on it. Fuck he misses Akechi.]
Gh-- nggh. [Is he trying to say something? Who knows.]
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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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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His own heart drums fast and loud in his chest as he counts. He can only imagine how it must be for Rui, to receive orders like this through a voice alone without any proper contact and letting himself submit to it. So degrading and thrilling, at least according to the silent and subtle sounds he hears from Rui's side. This is a delight but he can't stop himself from wishing to be there with the other, buried deep inside him instead of those fingers.
To match the other one Akechi had brought his own hand to his throat, adding a little pressure alongside with Rui (although, it is quite difficult to strangle yourself with your hands but shhhh, he tries his best). He takes in each subtle sound he can hear, from Rui's grunting to rustle of the sheets as he moves around. ]
Good. [He sighs, emptying his lungs with a heavy breath (wait what? when had he been holding his breath?)] When you're ready you can go ahead and use that toy of yours.
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He'll definitely make it up to him once the call's done. Either a penetrable toy to match, maybe a cute little dildo (something glass for the artistic value?) and some fun cords, and a definite thought to really lay it on thick when he can talk again.
Ah well, now is now and later is later; there's another bubble-pop gasp, precious air leaving his lungs in favour of showing his consciousness, before he
sends through a picture. A little blurry, taken with his clean hand (definitely shaky and a little clammy); Rui's giving a peace sign to the camera, winking and pursing his lips despite definitely not having much leeway to move. The ribbon's tight enough for severe discomfort, after all, and maybe even a touch of redness the next day with how it's cutting into his skin, but that's the fun of it. And his hips are angled to the side just so, showcasing the fact that he's hovering above the head of the dildo, just waiting for his hand to come free so that he can guide himself down.
Look at it now, or look at it later. Whatever. Once it's sent, a positive cavalcade of loud, rhythmically wet noises, pathetic little mattress springs groaning as he rides the pathetic stand-in as though his life depends on it. Fuck he misses Akechi.]
Gh-- nggh. [Is he trying to say something? Who knows.]
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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.