[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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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.