[His chest heaves, rises and falls fast with the surge of pleasure as Akechi swallows him down, pushes himself to the brink and then some all to keep their little secret secret. His fingers tighten in his hair, and his teeth dig harder into his hand with restrained, muffled sounds as he pulses once, twice, and then Akechi pulls off.
His voice makes him throb again, hoarse from forcing himself to past his limits all for him. All because he came here as he was ordered to. A sharp inhale through his mouth, and Kazuya cards his fingers all too affectionately through those soft locks of brown hair before letting his hand fall to the wayside.
No more affection. Akechi will probably get too riled up about it if he prolongs this, even as the post orgasm need for affection sinks deep into him.]
You’re so hot.
[Yes, his whining is done. No, this will certainly not be forgotten. Yes, his hand is bleeding where he bit too hard on his own skin to muffle himself, and he’s sure Akechi doesn’t care about that.
Awkwardly, he tucks himself back into his pants, otherwise content. He gives a breathy, stupid little laugh, still trying to catch his own breath.]
Thanks for hearing my case, detective. It's real nice of you.
[ There's something to being loved from a person that lets that endearment slip without a second thought. He hates it. Can't stand it. Finds himself desperately remembering every time it happens, wrapping them up in neat little bows to be shelved forever. To be untouched forever. To eventually shove into the trash.
But Akechi knows tonight he'll remember Kazuya whispering, the flushed look on his face.
Can't think too hard on it now or he'll have another problem to contend with.
He wipes his lips against Kazuya's shirt collar, fixes up his partner's mussed hair in a manner too rough to be affectionate.
And he gets himself together - squints at his reflection against the gleam of a desk. Outfit, hair, tie, gloves all in order. It's going to be a problem to talk. His jaw aches. His throat's sore. ]
There's a higher cost for a second request - keep that in mind.
[ And with one final tug at Kazuya's lapels, he gestures towards the door. ]
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His voice makes him throb again, hoarse from forcing himself to past his limits all for him. All because he came here as he was ordered to. A sharp inhale through his mouth, and Kazuya cards his fingers all too affectionately through those soft locks of brown hair before letting his hand fall to the wayside.
No more affection. Akechi will probably get too riled up about it if he prolongs this, even as the post orgasm need for affection sinks deep into him.]
You’re so hot.
[Yes, his whining is done. No, this will certainly not be forgotten. Yes, his hand is bleeding where he bit too hard on his own skin to muffle himself, and he’s sure Akechi doesn’t care about that.
Awkwardly, he tucks himself back into his pants, otherwise content. He gives a breathy, stupid little laugh, still trying to catch his own breath.]
Thanks for hearing my case, detective. It's real nice of you.
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But Akechi knows tonight he'll remember Kazuya whispering, the flushed look on his face.
Can't think too hard on it now or he'll have another problem to contend with.
He wipes his lips against Kazuya's shirt collar, fixes up his partner's mussed hair in a manner too rough to be affectionate.
And he gets himself together - squints at his reflection against the gleam of a desk. Outfit, hair, tie, gloves all in order. It's going to be a problem to talk. His jaw aches. His throat's sore. ]
There's a higher cost for a second request - keep that in mind.
[ And with one final tug at Kazuya's lapels, he gestures towards the door. ]
Now leave. We're done here.