Send me a picture of you. That cute tie of yours held in your hand, pulling a little. Like how I do it.
[What he does when Kazuya makes an attempt at taking the reigns for a chance, when he wraps it around his hand and pulls Akechi by that dumb little tie of his in a way that tightens it around his throat as he kisses him hard and desperate.]
Your work can't be that exciting if you're still texting me. You're looking for at least a little distraction.
[Kazuya knows him. It is boring. The mundane paperwork involved with this shit is enough to drive to brink of madness.
There's no response for a minute. Then two.]
I should make you beg.
[Eventually he will. For now-
Akechi sends a selfie with only his neck and upper torso shown. The tie pulled up and offscreen, the loop around his neck almost under his chin. A few buttons on his shirt loose and unwound - not for Kazuya, of course. It's hot in the building.
And Kazuya has pulled at his tie enough to make his own body react - warmth brewing in abdomen, a fleeting thought towards a man who ends up writhing under him after this interaction happens in their respective apartments.]
I expect a photo in return. I don't give for nothing.
[ It's such a nothing picture. Victorian-esque in how nothing it is, and yet it suddenly turns ten degrees hotter in his room all at once because it's the implication of everything. A tease. Akechi would never just give him something that's exactly what he wants.
Kazuya sits up in his bed, rests his back against the wall which is almost too cold even through hisbshirt in response to his now overheated skin. ]
I wouldn't dare be so selfish to not give you anything.
[ But he doesn't have buttons on his shirt. His school uniform is far since removed, replaced with his usual attire, makes it harder to send something that Akechi might like, but he thinks he has an idea.
He snaps a picture, the collar of his shirt pulled down by one hooked finger, two more extended upwards to frame a bruise in the shape of a certain someone's teeth. It's still dark purple, fresh enough to smart where he presses down, and he's sure Akechi knows this.
It makes him miss his teeth and tongue on him that much more. ]
It's dulling a little, you know. You'll have to fix that when you get here. It's almost gone, and that'd be a shame, wouldn't it?
[ Akechi Goro does not own many things, and knowing that makes Kazuya Minegishi is all too proud to be one of the few things he does. It works for them. ]
[It's not that easy to work him up. Kazuya will have to try harder - that's what reverberates against his skull as quietly excuses himself from the meeting room he just walked into.
It's that not easy to rile him up. Discoloration against flesh he can taste as he swallows down how impossibly hard-
It is.
He is.
It's so fucking pathetic, but Kazuya isn't here to know that. Doesn't know the way Akechi zooms in to view bruised skin near a collarbone. Doesn't see how he presses himself against a wall in an empty, dark room far away from any potential foot traffic. The door doesn't lock, but that's fine. It's private. No one's coming in here. He isn't doing anything.]
I plan to let it dwindle.
There's another spot that's better suited for it - frankly, I didn't like the way that girl was looking at you yesterday. I think it's best to put that mark where more can see.
Tomorrow, there won't be a question as to if you're with someone. If you'll even be able to walk, that is.
[His eyes widen as he reads the message that comes in. It makes him press against the bruise left, makes him hiss as the pain is only a phantom of what could be. Of what will be, when Akechi gets his hands on him.
Oh, when he gets his teeth on him.]
It's not like you to let a mark like that dwindle.
[The next picture that comes in is of Kazuya, head tilted up to expose his throat, fingers framing his adams apple. All for Akechi, who he wants so embarrassingly badly at this point.]
Why not leave one here? Why stop at one to begin with? You could make such a statement, you know. It'd be very "Hands Off, Forever".
[But to hear that jealousy. To read it and let it simmer in his mind, knowing that while he was having a polite conversation with some nobody, Akechi was watching. Akechi was seething at the way she was looking at him.
Like he'd have eyes for anyone else. But it does make the wheels in his head turn a little. If just that is enough to make him threaten him unable to walk, something that makes his gut clench in far too eager anticipation, what would a little teasing flirting do with some nobody do? How would he react?
He'd never do it, but those words, those short few words make him think about it.]
You're making big promises though. What if I was the one who made sure you couldn't walk? Who kept you home, all to myself?
[So rare is that occasion that it's made all the sweeter when it happens. When Kazuya wins the tussle of power between them, when Akechi submits, willingly, because Akechi has far more strength and endurance in him than he could ever muster. To have him instead is the rarest of treats.]
[Akechi isn't an animal. That doesn't mean he won't go for the throat. Jealousy is unbecoming, but all the veneer in the world can't cover up he was never destined to be rational man. Hand off forever looks less like marking his territory - it's vile, rotten and churns the pit of his stomach. He doesn't care about eyes on Kazuya - he wants the man to look at only him.
And right now, he's talking to only him.
And later on, he'll be writhing in a bed shared by the two of them more nights than ever before. Sweaty, begging, saying Akechi's name in a tone meant for him and him alone. He can hear it at the back of his skull - Kazuya's raspy laugh against his skin, a breathless reverence with his tongue.
The tap, tap, tap in the hallway behind his refuge a reminder of where he is. Only one hand grips his phone now. The other long since finding its way through buttons and fabric, palming himself over his boxers. The fabric feels thicker than ever - it's so annoying.
It's difficult to type with one thumb. Akechi tries anyway. ]
As if I would allow that tonight.
But you're welcome to try. You're the only one that can challenge me.
Though with how desperate you are-
I think it will be easy to make you submit. Force you to your knees and put you in your place.
[He's right, honestly. Kazuya will only put up a token of a struggle, will fall underneath Akechi in quick step because he is desperate. The need to feel his burning warmth against him fills his veins, and once more he curses Akechi's job. Wishes that for once a fucking adult would do theirs.]
Is that how you want me tonight? On my knees?
[He's hardly opposed. If he thinks about it hard enough, he can feel the strong grip of phantom fingers in his hair. Can taste him on his tongue and hear the choked sounds of need he so desperately tries to hide away like he isn't a human with human needs.
The fingers fall from his throat, trail down other spots where Akechi has left bruises. Left his physical mark on his body and he twists slightly at every soft flicker of pain that serves as a reminder.]
You know I'll do anything for you, after all.
[And he means it. Has proven it. Time and time again, he's at Akechi's beck and call whenever the other man has need of him. Whenever he wants him, and sometimes even when he doesn't.
Not to say that he's the type that'll simply do as ordered without question, without a little push back every now and again, but that's also what makes it so exciting between them.]
You at your desk?
[He's curious. There's certainly a great appeal in having this conversation while his co-workers are present. Could bother him at any time.]
[At his desk, with Kazuya under it - between his legs and defiling the area during late night hours.
At his desk, with Kazuya nipping at his thighs - people would walk by and never know.]
No, of course not. I had to find somewhere else to follow-up on this conversation.
You will do anything for me, whether like it or not. You don't have a choice in the matter.
The second we got together, you gave up that right. You'll do whatever I say and when. My-
Even if I told you to come here now, you would without a moment's hesitation. I could promise you so much and leave you without so much as a kiss when you arrived.
[ Softly, he palms himself through his boxers. Softly, he sighs through his nose reading the words that come in at a delay. Far too much of a delay.
Kazuya hangs on every last one.
If he's not at his desk, where is he? The bathroom is a good guess, but there's no way akechi would make it that easy on himself. ]
I would.
[ Be there, in a heartbeat. Defile some space with him while he's at work. Force him into something because he knows he can, but-]
I know I'm not allowed to have you while you're at work. But just your company would be enough.
[ Theres rules and boundaries to their escapades. Kazuya knows. Obeys every last one set forth by Akechi, because in his own way, it's how he shows he cares. That this is more than just physical. That Kazuya is something he wants for himself. Someone he tries to protect.
It's very romantic.
One day, they'll probably die together. Kazuya knows far too much. ]
At least then I could see you. At least then I might be able to touch you. Maybe I can make up a lie, some reason to be there just to see you. A private client for the detective prince.
[ His mouth is dry. His next text comes at a delay. He needs to know, just what Akechi is doing. What his maybe lie might be.]
Is Kazuya here. It's all consuming - makes him almost go to Sae-san and let her know he's feeling unwell. Leave the rest of the day for them and them alone.
Knows he can't, so the slow strokes against his dick will have to do. It doesn't feel great - his hand meets skin and he isn't so pathetic as to spit into his palm. ]
You would need to make it worth my while. A private client in a personal office, set aside for only us two.
Which also answers your question. I found a place to be alone. It's private enough for any discussion we may have.
If you get too loud, that could be disruptive to the rest of the team. I may have to shove my tie in your mouth.
[ Hes long since past the point of teasing himself. Every soft ding of a new messaged recieved makes him groan and swipe over, just to read the texts Akechi sends him. The mental image he somehow beams directly into his brain.
Both of them, in some room. Kazuya, bent over the desk, hard enamel set against his neck as Akechi relentlessly pounds into him. His tie stuffed into his mouth as a makeshift gag, so no one else can hear the private "conversation" between them.
He'd let him do whatever he pleased. However he pleased, so long as he didn't stop touching him. ]
I could be on the train right now, coming to see you. I could make up a story about getting mugged. You've left enough bruises on me to make it believable.
[ And he cherishes each and every one of them, naturally. His hand squeezes his dick, pumps himself as he awkwardly types with one hand. ]
I wonder how people would react, if they saw what their perfect prince was capable of. Of the precision he has with his possessiveness.
[Akechi doesn't hate the thought of Kazuya coming to see him. It's unlikely. Almost impossible and yet-
Every stroke along his dick gets slower - eyes shutting, thoughts wandering. He would have to meet Kazuya out front. He'll kill him for making him walk through the lobby with a goddamn boner. Wants to rip him apart at the seams anyway.]
No. But it's nice to fantasize about sometimes. I want that you all to myself, the parts of you that you hide from everyone else. The true you.
[That's the Akechi he loves most of all. The one who gets his heart pounding, his heart beating lightning quick, the one who lavishes him with his rough affections, who sleeps in the same bed with him after it all. The true Akechi is the one he holds so close to his heart, so possessively it makes Akechi look gentle.
There's no one in the world he wants to share him with. A fantasy is just a fantasy, something to make him think about, something to light a little more excitement in his stomach. ]
Just like I'm sure there's a part of you that thinks about claiming me in front of everyone else. Making it known to everyone that no one else gets to look at me like you do, gets to have me like you do.
[It's hot. Too hot. The tie around his neck pools sweat and chokes. He keeps it wound tight regardless. It's not unlike Kazuya's hands, fingers slick and digging into the back of his throat.
He wants to find that girl and make a point. Doesn't want to be seen with Kazuya outside of their shared walls. Wants the man all to himself. Have those eyes never wander from Akechi's face.
It gets faster - every stroke on his dick, his fingers curling around tip and shaft. It's so pathetic. It's so fucking pathetic. He can't stand this. Can't think. Only wants one thing and it's possession over what's his right now. ]
We're breaking up if you don't arrive here in ten minutes. You'll do anything I say, won't you? So move.
[It comes fast, despite the fact that he's only using one hand to type, the other squeezing himself as he sighs through his nose. It's him, he's impatient. Just as impatient as Akechi, but the other is right to believe that Kazuya will anything he says.
So he pushes himself up off his bed with shaky limbs. With a racing heart and in his opinion, the worst boner of his life after he's been left to tease himself for this long and now Akechi wants him there. Wants him present. He doesn't know what the other will do to him once he arrives, but it certainly doesn't help his situation when he has to tuck himself into his underwear (a size too small, to help with the problem and pants (a size to big, to help hide the problem).
10 minutes, or Akechi is going to break up with him.
He doubts it. Even Akechi knows that to cross Tokyo is at least an hour affair by train. And that's on a good day.
Kazuya breaks into his emergency cash fund because he really can't think of any bigger emergency than this. Books a cab, tells his parents that something came up and he has to go do something that he forgot to earlier.
But he's a good teenager. Doesn't get into trouble. So they tell him to hurry back before the last train shuts down. Not a problem.]
20 minutes. I know you said 10, but you're insane if you think anyone can get through Tokyo traffic in 10. I'm getting into the cab now. I hope you can make yourself presentable enough for a client with all this extra time I'm giving you.
[He needs to make a decision. Does, in the mental concession made to wait twenty minutes after Kazuya had the audacity to start this mess in the middle of his workday.]
I'm a professional. Concentrate on getting here quick. Don't worry about how presentable I am.
[For all the patience he can muster in any other scenario -
He keeps going - scrolls up to the picture Kazuya sent only minutes ago. Palms and strokes with increasing fervor, pulls the back of his hand up to his mouth. It's silent. It's quiet. It's only Akechi's breath filling the room, the air, everything.
He stops at the cusp of a blissful, pleasant static. Lets the dull sensation consume his mind. Gets frustrated at his own palm for not putting him over the edge and-
Ugh. He should punish this asshole by letting him come here, hot and bothered - only to have to file Akechi's paperwork until they leave the office.
He should. Doesn't. Is tempted by the thought every passing second. Makes a comment. A call. Tells someone he's expecting an arrival, that's it's a private matter, to send them to the room down the hall.
And he waits twenty minutes for that piece of shit to appear.]
[The cab ride is absolute hell. Every bump in the road has him shutting his eyes tightly. The cab driver is incessantly chatty, but thankfully gets the hint when Kazuya politely tells him he has a headache.
The last thing he wants to be doing is talking about politics with someone so enamoured with the person his boyfriend is desperately working to murder. Especially when his hard on is still so fucking painful it’s obscene.
18 minutes have passed by the time he reaches the police station Akechi works at.
19 minutes have passed by the time he reaches the top of the stairs, sweating not from the physical exertion of the task of climbing them, but because he’s so uncomfortable that he thinks he’s going to die, but knows that it’ll be worth it.
Another 30 seconds and he’s at the front desk, seeing someone. Telling them that he has an appointment with the famous detective prince. Naturally they don’t believe him, at first. Kazuya really, really has to sell it, and it only works when 15 seconds later someone in the back off-handedly says that Akechi Goro was expecting someone soon.
Kazuya puts on the world's most pleasant smile despite how absolutely miserable he feels. It’s fine. It’s for the sake of Akechi, who called him to the office despite it being an agreed upon “No Go Zone” for Kazuya. It’s fine. Akechi can break the rules as he pleases, so long as he’s the one who asks for it. Kazuya can respect it.
Takes great delight in pushing him to that breaking point to begin with.
He’s lead towards Akechi’s office, where the… Hell, he doesn’t know, glorified police butler, for all he cares, knocks on the door to what he assumes to be Akechi’s office.
He’s late. By exactly 1 minute, and 34 seconds, if his math is right.
[There is hell to pay and Akechi is the reaper to enact it.
It takes only 1 minute and 34 seconds to drag Kazuya's body into his arms - it's not tender. His ungloved fingertips dig into the nape of his neck, the other finding its way under shirt to run fingers up and down his lower back. Scratching - light, then deeper, and frenzied.
Akechi's own back is against the edge of a desk, Kazuya pulled close - so close Akechi can feel his breath against face and neck, knows it's obvious that Akechi is erect. Has been for some time. Remains all too eager as he grinds and rolls his hips against his partner.]
After I decided to indulge you - how cruel. We have to make this quick, but rest assured I won't go easy on you tonight.
[And he wants Kazuya - more than anything, more than ever. It takes over mind and reason because Kazuya wants him too. Traveled here, out of breath, unrelenting in his goal to appease Akechi.
He is wanted. He is needed. And now Akechi will force him to show that love in the depths of this forgotten office.]
[He couldn't run up the stairs to the building. Couldn't force the clueless employee to walk him any faster to Akechi's door. Couldn't make reception understand that he had an appointment, because clearly Kazuya isn't important enough for the detective prince except he was.
It doesn't matter. Akechi's hands are on him, pulling, scratching, fumbling and digging into his skin with unrestrained want and need, all for him. Only for him. He can feel it through his clothes as he grinds against him, feel the quickened pulse under his lips as he manages a single kiss to his throat before Akechi makes promises that Kazuya hopes he keeps. The way a searing hot ungloved fingertips dig into the back of his neck while the other crawls needily up his shirt.
As he tells Kazuya to get on his knees, and he drops immediately, like an obedient dog. Doesn't hesitate to show his own eagerness in the way he presses and mouths against the hard shape of him through his pants, teasing as his hands move to the buckle on it.]
Happy to see me?
[Even now, he can't stop the teasing. What sort of reaction it will be met with is always a gamble. A sigh, for it to be ignored, of for Akechi to punish him in the most delightful of ways. It's anyone's guess, really. That's one of the more fun aspects of this.]
[A mixture of all three happens - a sigh more impatient than annoyed, ignored in way Akechi pushes down his pants and boxers to his thighs once he's freed and punished in the tight grip Akechi weaves through those bright blue strands.
Happy is a strong word. Inaccurate. Akechi's livid - the way Kazuya makes him want this. The risk in doing such a thing in a public setting. The fact he couldn't wait and neither could his partner.
He is wanted and he wants - temptation from a devil Akechi can never resist.
Akechi yanks Kazuya's head until it's at his dick - erect, hard, throbbing and waiting. He can't take it. It's a raspy sort of hiss that comes through almost grit teeth.]
[Kazuya starts, alright. But it's slow, the way he instead moves his head forward to kiss the base of his cock, to lavish attention there in the hopes that Akechi yanks his hair in a fit of frustration. Wouldn't that be nice? Akechi can't leave any actual marks on him like this, it'd be too suspicious for Kazuya to walk out of his office with more bruises than he came in with, and Kazuya knows this. Takes advantage of it.
He hopes it drives him insane in a different way than the press of his lips and tongue slowly working upwards on him.]
Needy.
[He murmurs, amused against the hot length of flesh against his mouth, only just barely loud enough for Akechi to hear. In that amusement though is reverence, affection. No matter how rough the other gets with him, no matter what Akechi does or doesn't do, Kazuya doesn't ever stop feeling love and affection for him.
Maybe it's not the best thing, but the heart is a funny thing, isn't it? He wonders if the other teen feels the same as he does. He must, if he keeps letting this happen. If they keep sharing a bed, ending up entwined in the morning no matter how much Akechi complains. ]
Needy. [Aghast. Hushed. Low. As if he's offended the word ever passed Kazuya's lips to begin with.] Said the man who travelled all the way here for a few moments with me.
[Akechi's patient. So patient.
Kazuya exploits that with slow, languid movements that his own low exhales time to. One harsh exhale, and Kazuya moves up. One quick inhale, and he can't see his partner's eyes through bright blue fringe.
It might be from Akechi's own eyes shutting, could be from Kazuya going further up his dick and out of sight. It's too difficult to think about anything more than the man between his legs, so he doesn't.
Doesn't think about anything. Doesn't concern himself how his fingers twist into Kazuya's hair, balling into fists and forcing him up. Forcing him back. Forcing the tip of his cock into Kazuya's mouth and threatening hell with how he tugs. Kazuya knows. Kazuya's aware. They've spent too much time tangled up together for him to not know he's threatening hell if Kazuya does anything more than suck.
[The grip in his hair is strong, it stings. But it's also a testament to how much Akechi wants this. Wants him. He may have been the one who crossed the distance, and would do so every time Akechi asked, but the point is that Akechi asked him to.
It's a two-way street. They need each other.
His cock presses past his lips, and while the touch of teeth might be hinted at initially, he's quick to move past it as anything other than a tease. If Akechi makes too much noise, someone will come investigate, and that's the last thing either of them want.
His hands settle on the others hips, heavy as he rubs small caring little circles into him with his thumbs as he presses on, taking more and more of the other into his mouth and not hesitating before he sucks, uses his tongue and presses it in familiar places along his cock as he pulls back, starting a languid pace as he bobs his head. The taste of him is familiar, heady. Makes his own arousal strain in his pants even harder, even more painfully.
A large part of him doubts that Akechi will do anything for him, after he's done here.
But a smaller part hopes none the less that he'll get touched just as well too. That he won't be left wanting.]
It's in this moment of building, blinding pleasure that Akechi realizes the power held by a boy that gives, yields and knows. They aren't in a bed - aren't tangled up in the sheets of a home shared more often than it isn't. Kazuya knows that - allows Akechi room to breathe, stay in control, bury harsh breaths in the tie balled against his lips.
Kazuya gives this control back.
He was hard long before Kazuya wandered into this room - one more touch with his own palm could have done the trick. The mouth around his dick is unbearable. Akechi tugs and loosens his grip against the clump of hair in time with his partner's movements. Tighter, harder when he leans back. Loose, free - a reward when he goes forward. Breath erratic, a frenzied sort of freedom choked down because that freedom doesn't exist in the confines of these walls. It's only with Kazuya, so only Kazuya should hear.
You're a piece of shit and I hate you whispered out again and again and again, under his breath until he cums hot and heavy against Kazuya's lips, in his mouth.
And all that remains in that breathless afterglow is-]
[Akechi whispers that he hates him, that he's a piece of shit. And maybe the latter is true, but the first? No way does he believe that. They've spent too much time together, too many nights together curled up together. He gives a soft hum as he swallows down Akechi's spend. It's not like he could spit it out, there's nowhere to do so, so he's forced swallow anyway.
He would have regardless.
But Akechi commands him to stand up, and so he does, expression somewhere between needy and reverent as he looks at the other. The person he cares so much about. The person he desperately wants to grab by the back of the neck and pull him in to kiss him hard and messy.
He doesn't.
Kazuya licks his lips, waiting for the next command.]
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[What he does when Kazuya makes an attempt at taking the reigns for a chance, when he wraps it around his hand and pulls Akechi by that dumb little tie of his in a way that tightens it around his throat as he kisses him hard and desperate.]
Your work can't be that exciting if you're still texting me. You're looking for at least a little distraction.
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There's no response for a minute. Then two.]
I should make you beg.
[Eventually he will. For now-
Akechi sends a selfie with only his neck and upper torso shown. The tie pulled up and offscreen, the loop around his neck almost under his chin. A few buttons on his shirt loose and unwound - not for Kazuya, of course. It's hot in the building.
And Kazuya has pulled at his tie enough to make his own body react - warmth brewing in abdomen, a fleeting thought towards a man who ends up writhing under him after this interaction happens in their respective apartments.]
I expect a photo in return. I don't give for nothing.
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Kazuya sits up in his bed, rests his back against the wall which is almost too cold even through hisbshirt in response to his now overheated skin. ]
I wouldn't dare be so selfish to not give you anything.
[ But he doesn't have buttons on his shirt. His school uniform is far since removed, replaced with his usual attire, makes it harder to send something that Akechi might like, but he thinks he has an idea.
He snaps a picture, the collar of his shirt pulled down by one hooked finger, two more extended upwards to frame a bruise in the shape of a certain someone's teeth. It's still dark purple, fresh enough to smart where he presses down, and he's sure Akechi knows this.
It makes him miss his teeth and tongue on him that much more. ]
It's dulling a little, you know. You'll have to fix that when you get here. It's almost gone, and that'd be a shame, wouldn't it?
[ Akechi Goro does not own many things, and knowing that makes Kazuya Minegishi is all too proud to be one of the few things he does. It works for them. ]
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It's that not easy to rile him up. Discoloration against flesh he can taste as he swallows down how impossibly hard-
It is.
He is.
It's so fucking pathetic, but Kazuya isn't here to know that. Doesn't know the way Akechi zooms in to view bruised skin near a collarbone. Doesn't see how he presses himself against a wall in an empty, dark room far away from any potential foot traffic. The door doesn't lock, but that's fine. It's private. No one's coming in here. He isn't doing anything.]
I plan to let it dwindle.
There's another spot that's better suited for it - frankly, I didn't like the way that girl was looking at you yesterday. I think it's best to put that mark where more can see.
Tomorrow, there won't be a question as to if you're with someone. If you'll even be able to walk, that is.
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Oh, when he gets his teeth on him.]
It's not like you to let a mark like that dwindle.
[The next picture that comes in is of Kazuya, head tilted up to expose his throat, fingers framing his adams apple. All for Akechi, who he wants so embarrassingly badly at this point.]
Why not leave one here? Why stop at one to begin with? You could make such a statement, you know. It'd be very "Hands Off, Forever".
[But to hear that jealousy. To read it and let it simmer in his mind, knowing that while he was having a polite conversation with some nobody, Akechi was watching. Akechi was seething at the way she was looking at him.
Like he'd have eyes for anyone else. But it does make the wheels in his head turn a little. If just that is enough to make him threaten him unable to walk, something that makes his gut clench in far too eager anticipation, what would a little teasing flirting do with some nobody do? How would he react?
He'd never do it, but those words, those short few words make him think about it.]
You're making big promises though. What if I was the one who made sure you couldn't walk? Who kept you home, all to myself?
[So rare is that occasion that it's made all the sweeter when it happens. When Kazuya wins the tussle of power between them, when Akechi submits, willingly, because Akechi has far more strength and endurance in him than he could ever muster. To have him instead is the rarest of treats.]
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And right now, he's talking to only him.
And later on, he'll be writhing in a bed shared by the two of them more nights than ever before. Sweaty, begging, saying Akechi's name in a tone meant for him and him alone. He can hear it at the back of his skull - Kazuya's raspy laugh against his skin, a breathless reverence with his tongue.
The tap, tap, tap in the hallway behind his refuge a reminder of where he is. Only one hand grips his phone now. The other long since finding its way through buttons and fabric, palming himself over his boxers. The fabric feels thicker than ever - it's so annoying.
It's difficult to type with one thumb. Akechi tries anyway. ]
As if I would allow that tonight.
But you're welcome to try. You're the only one that can challenge me.
Though with how desperate you are-
I think it will be easy to make you submit. Force you to your knees and put you in your place.
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Is that how you want me tonight? On my knees?
[He's hardly opposed. If he thinks about it hard enough, he can feel the strong grip of phantom fingers in his hair. Can taste him on his tongue and hear the choked sounds of need he so desperately tries to hide away like he isn't a human with human needs.
The fingers fall from his throat, trail down other spots where Akechi has left bruises. Left his physical mark on his body and he twists slightly at every soft flicker of pain that serves as a reminder.]
You know I'll do anything for you, after all.
[And he means it. Has proven it. Time and time again, he's at Akechi's beck and call whenever the other man has need of him. Whenever he wants him, and sometimes even when he doesn't.
Not to say that he's the type that'll simply do as ordered without question, without a little push back every now and again, but that's also what makes it so exciting between them.]
You at your desk?
[He's curious. There's certainly a great appeal in having this conversation while his co-workers are present. Could bother him at any time.]
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At his desk, with Kazuya nipping at his thighs - people would walk by and never know.]
No, of course not. I had to find somewhere else to follow-up on this conversation.
You will do anything for me, whether like it or not. You don't have a choice in the matter.
The second we got together, you gave up that right. You'll do whatever I say and when. My-
Even if I told you to come here now, you would without a moment's hesitation. I could promise you so much and leave you without so much as a kiss when you arrived.
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Kazuya hangs on every last one.
If he's not at his desk, where is he? The bathroom is a good guess, but there's no way akechi would make it that easy on himself. ]
I would.
[ Be there, in a heartbeat. Defile some space with him while he's at work. Force him into something because he knows he can, but-]
I know I'm not allowed to have you while you're at work. But just your company would be enough.
[ Theres rules and boundaries to their escapades. Kazuya knows. Obeys every last one set forth by Akechi, because in his own way, it's how he shows he cares. That this is more than just physical. That Kazuya is something he wants for himself. Someone he tries to protect.
It's very romantic.
One day, they'll probably die together. Kazuya knows far too much. ]
At least then I could see you. At least then I might be able to touch you. Maybe I can make up a lie, some reason to be there just to see you. A private client for the detective prince.
[ His mouth is dry. His next text comes at a delay. He needs to know, just what Akechi is doing. What his maybe lie might be.]
If you're not at your desk, where are you?
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Is Kazuya here. It's all consuming - makes him almost go to Sae-san and let her know he's feeling unwell. Leave the rest of the day for them and them alone.
Knows he can't, so the slow strokes against his dick will have to do. It doesn't feel great - his hand meets skin and he isn't so pathetic as to spit into his palm. ]
You would need to make it worth my while. A private client in a personal office, set aside for only us two.
Which also answers your question. I found a place to be alone. It's private enough for any discussion we may have.
If you get too loud, that could be disruptive to the rest of the team. I may have to shove my tie in your mouth.
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Both of them, in some room. Kazuya, bent over the desk, hard enamel set against his neck as Akechi relentlessly pounds into him. His tie stuffed into his mouth as a makeshift gag, so no one else can hear the private "conversation" between them.
He'd let him do whatever he pleased. However he pleased, so long as he didn't stop touching him. ]
I could be on the train right now, coming to see you. I could make up a story about getting mugged. You've left enough bruises on me to make it believable.
[ And he cherishes each and every one of them, naturally. His hand squeezes his dick, pumps himself as he awkwardly types with one hand. ]
I wonder how people would react, if they saw what their perfect prince was capable of. Of the precision he has with his possessiveness.
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Every stroke along his dick gets slower - eyes shutting, thoughts wandering. He would have to meet Kazuya out front. He'll kill him for making him walk through the lobby with a goddamn boner. Wants to rip him apart at the seams anyway.]
You would be okay with that?
Letting others see a side reserved for only you?
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[That's the Akechi he loves most of all. The one who gets his heart pounding, his heart beating lightning quick, the one who lavishes him with his rough affections, who sleeps in the same bed with him after it all. The true Akechi is the one he holds so close to his heart, so possessively it makes Akechi look gentle.
There's no one in the world he wants to share him with. A fantasy is just a fantasy, something to make him think about, something to light a little more excitement in his stomach. ]
Just like I'm sure there's a part of you that thinks about claiming me in front of everyone else. Making it known to everyone that no one else gets to look at me like you do, gets to have me like you do.
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He wants to find that girl and make a point. Doesn't want to be seen with Kazuya outside of their shared walls. Wants the man all to himself. Have those eyes never wander from Akechi's face.
It gets faster - every stroke on his dick, his fingers curling around tip and shaft. It's so pathetic. It's so fucking pathetic. He can't stand this. Can't think. Only wants one thing and it's possession over what's his right now. ]
We're breaking up if you don't arrive here in ten minutes. You'll do anything I say, won't you? So move.
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[It comes fast, despite the fact that he's only using one hand to type, the other squeezing himself as he sighs through his nose. It's him, he's impatient. Just as impatient as Akechi, but the other is right to believe that Kazuya will anything he says.
So he pushes himself up off his bed with shaky limbs. With a racing heart and in his opinion, the worst boner of his life after he's been left to tease himself for this long and now Akechi wants him there. Wants him present. He doesn't know what the other will do to him once he arrives, but it certainly doesn't help his situation when he has to tuck himself into his underwear (a size too small, to help with the problem and pants (a size to big, to help hide the problem).
10 minutes, or Akechi is going to break up with him.
He doubts it. Even Akechi knows that to cross Tokyo is at least an hour affair by train. And that's on a good day.
Kazuya breaks into his emergency cash fund because he really can't think of any bigger emergency than this. Books a cab, tells his parents that something came up and he has to go do something that he forgot to earlier.
But he's a good teenager. Doesn't get into trouble. So they tell him to hurry back before the last train shuts down. Not a problem.]
20 minutes. I know you said 10, but you're insane if you think anyone can get through Tokyo traffic in 10. I'm getting into the cab now. I hope you can make yourself presentable enough for a client with all this extra time I'm giving you.
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I'm a professional. Concentrate on getting here quick. Don't worry about how presentable I am.
[For all the patience he can muster in any other scenario -
He keeps going - scrolls up to the picture Kazuya sent only minutes ago. Palms and strokes with increasing fervor, pulls the back of his hand up to his mouth. It's silent. It's quiet. It's only Akechi's breath filling the room, the air, everything.
He stops at the cusp of a blissful, pleasant static. Lets the dull sensation consume his mind. Gets frustrated at his own palm for not putting him over the edge and-
Ugh. He should punish this asshole by letting him come here, hot and bothered - only to have to file Akechi's paperwork until they leave the office.
He should. Doesn't. Is tempted by the thought every passing second. Makes a comment. A call. Tells someone he's expecting an arrival, that's it's a private matter, to send them to the room down the hall.
And he waits twenty minutes for that piece of shit to appear.]
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The last thing he wants to be doing is talking about politics with someone so enamoured with the person his boyfriend is desperately working to murder. Especially when his hard on is still so fucking painful it’s obscene.
18 minutes have passed by the time he reaches the police station Akechi works at.
19 minutes have passed by the time he reaches the top of the stairs, sweating not from the physical exertion of the task of climbing them, but because he’s so uncomfortable that he thinks he’s going to die, but knows that it’ll be worth it.
Another 30 seconds and he’s at the front desk, seeing someone. Telling them that he has an appointment with the famous detective prince. Naturally they don’t believe him, at first. Kazuya really, really has to sell it, and it only works when 15 seconds later someone in the back off-handedly says that Akechi Goro was expecting someone soon.
Kazuya puts on the world's most pleasant smile despite how absolutely miserable he feels. It’s fine. It’s for the sake of Akechi, who called him to the office despite it being an agreed upon “No Go Zone” for Kazuya. It’s fine. Akechi can break the rules as he pleases, so long as he’s the one who asks for it. Kazuya can respect it.
Takes great delight in pushing him to that breaking point to begin with.
He’s lead towards Akechi’s office, where the… Hell, he doesn’t know, glorified police butler, for all he cares, knocks on the door to what he assumes to be Akechi’s office.
He’s late. By exactly 1 minute, and 34 seconds, if his math is right.
He’s sure there will be hell to pay for it.]
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It takes only 1 minute and 34 seconds to drag Kazuya's body into his arms - it's not tender. His ungloved fingertips dig into the nape of his neck, the other finding its way under shirt to run fingers up and down his lower back. Scratching - light, then deeper, and frenzied.
Akechi's own back is against the edge of a desk, Kazuya pulled close - so close Akechi can feel his breath against face and neck, knows it's obvious that Akechi is erect. Has been for some time. Remains all too eager as he grinds and rolls his hips against his partner.]
After I decided to indulge you - how cruel. We have to make this quick, but rest assured I won't go easy on you tonight.
[And he wants Kazuya - more than anything, more than ever. It takes over mind and reason because Kazuya wants him too. Traveled here, out of breath, unrelenting in his goal to appease Akechi.
He is wanted. He is needed. And now Akechi will force him to show that love in the depths of this forgotten office.]
On your knees.
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[He couldn't run up the stairs to the building. Couldn't force the clueless employee to walk him any faster to Akechi's door. Couldn't make reception understand that he had an appointment, because clearly Kazuya isn't important enough for the detective prince except he was.
It doesn't matter. Akechi's hands are on him, pulling, scratching, fumbling and digging into his skin with unrestrained want and need, all for him. Only for him. He can feel it through his clothes as he grinds against him, feel the quickened pulse under his lips as he manages a single kiss to his throat before Akechi makes promises that Kazuya hopes he keeps. The way a searing hot ungloved fingertips dig into the back of his neck while the other crawls needily up his shirt.
As he tells Kazuya to get on his knees, and he drops immediately, like an obedient dog. Doesn't hesitate to show his own eagerness in the way he presses and mouths against the hard shape of him through his pants, teasing as his hands move to the buckle on it.]
Happy to see me?
[Even now, he can't stop the teasing. What sort of reaction it will be met with is always a gamble. A sigh, for it to be ignored, of for Akechi to punish him in the most delightful of ways. It's anyone's guess, really. That's one of the more fun aspects of this.]
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Happy is a strong word. Inaccurate. Akechi's livid - the way Kazuya makes him want this. The risk in doing such a thing in a public setting. The fact he couldn't wait and neither could his partner.
He is wanted and he wants - temptation from a devil Akechi can never resist.
Akechi yanks Kazuya's head until it's at his dick - erect, hard, throbbing and waiting. He can't take it. It's a raspy sort of hiss that comes through almost grit teeth.]
Start or I'll make you.
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He hopes it drives him insane in a different way than the press of his lips and tongue slowly working upwards on him.]
Needy.
[He murmurs, amused against the hot length of flesh against his mouth, only just barely loud enough for Akechi to hear. In that amusement though is reverence, affection. No matter how rough the other gets with him, no matter what Akechi does or doesn't do, Kazuya doesn't ever stop feeling love and affection for him.
Maybe it's not the best thing, but the heart is a funny thing, isn't it? He wonders if the other teen feels the same as he does. He must, if he keeps letting this happen. If they keep sharing a bed, ending up entwined in the morning no matter how much Akechi complains. ]
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[Akechi's patient. So patient.
Kazuya exploits that with slow, languid movements that his own low exhales time to. One harsh exhale, and Kazuya moves up. One quick inhale, and he can't see his partner's eyes through bright blue fringe.
It might be from Akechi's own eyes shutting, could be from Kazuya going further up his dick and out of sight. It's too difficult to think about anything more than the man between his legs, so he doesn't.
Doesn't think about anything. Doesn't concern himself how his fingers twist into Kazuya's hair, balling into fists and forcing him up. Forcing him back. Forcing the tip of his cock into Kazuya's mouth and threatening hell with how he tugs. Kazuya knows. Kazuya's aware. They've spent too much time tangled up together for him to not know he's threatening hell if Kazuya does anything more than suck.
A part of him wants him to try anyway. ]
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It's a two-way street. They need each other.
His cock presses past his lips, and while the touch of teeth might be hinted at initially, he's quick to move past it as anything other than a tease. If Akechi makes too much noise, someone will come investigate, and that's the last thing either of them want.
His hands settle on the others hips, heavy as he rubs small caring little circles into him with his thumbs as he presses on, taking more and more of the other into his mouth and not hesitating before he sucks, uses his tongue and presses it in familiar places along his cock as he pulls back, starting a languid pace as he bobs his head. The taste of him is familiar, heady. Makes his own arousal strain in his pants even harder, even more painfully.
A large part of him doubts that Akechi will do anything for him, after he's done here.
But a smaller part hopes none the less that he'll get touched just as well too. That he won't be left wanting.]
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It's in this moment of building, blinding pleasure that Akechi realizes the power held by a boy that gives, yields and knows. They aren't in a bed - aren't tangled up in the sheets of a home shared more often than it isn't. Kazuya knows that - allows Akechi room to breathe, stay in control, bury harsh breaths in the tie balled against his lips.
Kazuya gives this control back.
He was hard long before Kazuya wandered into this room - one more touch with his own palm could have done the trick. The mouth around his dick is unbearable. Akechi tugs and loosens his grip against the clump of hair in time with his partner's movements. Tighter, harder when he leans back. Loose, free - a reward when he goes forward. Breath erratic, a frenzied sort of freedom choked down because that freedom doesn't exist in the confines of these walls. It's only with Kazuya, so only Kazuya should hear.
You're a piece of shit and I hate you whispered out again and again and again, under his breath until he cums hot and heavy against Kazuya's lips, in his mouth.
And all that remains in that breathless afterglow is-]
Stand up.
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He would have regardless.
But Akechi commands him to stand up, and so he does, expression somewhere between needy and reverent as he looks at the other. The person he cares so much about. The person he desperately wants to grab by the back of the neck and pull him in to kiss him hard and messy.
He doesn't.
Kazuya licks his lips, waiting for the next command.]
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