[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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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.