[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.]
Edited (i dont know what the fuck im doing) 2025-05-11 04:47 (UTC)
[ Kazuya listens. He always does. It's not a new twist on their relationship - it's the status quo as ever.
Kazuya listens and that's why Akechi stays. Control, subservience - it's an enthralling feeling to have someone's life in the palm of his hand. More than ever, he understands the people above him and why form the volatile relationships they do.
There's no way to wipe himself off. All he can do is tuck himself in, hope for the best and visit a restroom -
After he takes care of someone -
Who deserves a little more. Who needs a reward. It's debt and recompense. It's keeping him on a leash. ]
As satisfying as ever. It put me in a good mood.
[ Akechi's hands rest on Kazuya's hips and slide down, slow and lazy over fabric, splay against his thighs. He drops to his knees in tandem with his wandering hands. ]
I'll give you a rare treat. [ And he palms the inside of Kazuya's thighs, right below his dick. Raising up to unbutton and tug down his pants, lowers the band of his underwear with a single finger right after.] Don't get used to it. You'll have to do more than travel to earn this again.
There's no way he can lie and say that watching someone as proud as Goro Akechi sink to his knees in front of him doesn't make his cock twitch harder in his pants. The way that he says that he'll give him a rare treat makes him groan even before the hands are on him, even before he palms at his thigh so teasingly.]
Ah... Of course.
[He licks his lips, swallows hard. How pretty is he like this, on his knees, pulling his boxers and pants down in one simple movement? The other teens fanclub would go berserk, if they knew this was happening. It's what drives him further, one hand braced on the wall and the other stuffed into his mouth, teeth biting sharp crescents to halt any noises he knows would otherwise escape.
He's never been a quiet fuck. He wants the person he's with to know how much he adores them, needs them, what exactly they do to him.
Sometimes he thinks that Akechi likes that too, the confirmation of Kazuya's pleasure, that it's him driving him to the brink and then past it.]
You're so pretty like this.
[It comes out muffled against his hand. But no one can know. No one can hear the sounds of his mounting pleasure, the way his cock springs free, hard and with pre already smeared on the tip of it, dark purple and needy.
[ Through a boy's hand, he hears that near inaudible compliment. You're so pretty equal parts grating and wanted. Leave it to Kazuya to utter something so grotesquely sentimental while Akechi prepares to consume him whole.
There's no band around to tie his hair up, so he does his best to brush it all behind his ears. Checking, rechecking - he can't shower if Kazuya gets on him. It occurs to Akechi he may need to swallow. That's an irritating thought.
But a reward is a reward and that grating, yearned for comment from earlier gets cuts in return. His nails dig, rip, scratch into his inner thigh. Soft skin marred so easily - it's a nice consolation for Akechi too. If he starts bleeding, that's too bad. It goes unacknowledged as he parts Kazuya's legs - slow, so slow, until there's a space that fits only Akechi between them.
And for all the fanfare to get here -
He swallows Kazuya up. He isn't as practiced as his partner - his back straightens, fingers digging into his leg. His head tilts down to slide Kazuya's dick in easier, then up to let that first taste coat his tongue. It's not entirely unpleasant - not when he can see a man come apart.
And what he lacks in practice, he makes up for in intent. His palms, fingers rub against the marks he made, move up to his stomach and back down. The motion might be soothing. Akechi only wants to feel every bit of him. The tip of Kazuya's dick always on his lips, even when Akechi pulls back for air.
He takes a little more of it every time. Tries to hold and linger on the taste of his partner until he might choke. Grabs Kazuya's hips and jerks him forward - holds him there tight, so tight, to see if he might and-
Loosens his grip a second after to watch his partner's face in the midst of it all. ]
[As gently as he can manage, his head hits the wall behind him and his gaze is torn upwards, mouth hanging open as pleasure rips through him. As it mingles with the way that Akechi leaves scratches that feel like they might bleed down his thighs from how they sting. He feels like he’s going insane, and his cock throbs readily in the warm wet heat that Akechi’s mouth brings.
A treat.
A very, very rare treat.
Eyes lidded, he can’t help but still try to look down, bites down harder on his hand until he tastes blood behind a muffled, silent whine. Akechi doesn’t have to be practiced to be good. It’s the knowledge that this is Akechi Goro between his legs, that somehow in the grand scheme of things, he’d managed to luck out and get into a relationship that has to be called anything else with him.
That he’s the only one who gets to see the pretty detective, on his knees, swallowing down his cock and-
He bites harder, his eyes squeeze shut as his hips are pulled near flush against his mouth, as Akechi forces himself to take almost all of him and he can feel the reflexive convulsion of his throat that says he so desperately wants to choke on him but is holding back.
He can’t help what he does next, a hand slides into his hair, grips tight, but doesn’t pull because while he’s bold, he’s not stupid. His cock throbs, and his hips tremble with his own restraint keeping him from fucking into his mouth like an animal and chasing his own pleasure.]
I’m gonna- Shit- [He hisses, drags a bleeding hand down from his mouth only to muffle himself again.] You’ve got ten seconds to decide.
[Where he’s going to come. Because he’s nice, and he’s not stupid enough to simply not say anything.]
[ Ten seconds doesn't change what needs to be done, but -
Even if he hadn't made the decision to swallow him whole, the nine seconds remaining of a squirming, writhing man smothering every noise because Akechi had commanded would have made it so.
In eight seconds, Akechi can't help but feel a semblance of pride in his power. A leash doesn't need to visible. Seven, six, five seconds and the warmth on top of his head, twisting strands of hair in a gesture that might be affectionate. Might be all Kazuya can do to not cry out. The latter makes him -
Wait until four, three, two seconds remain before he chokes down all of Kazuya all he can muster. Seals his lips around his dick like a kiss.
And when he comes -
It's bizarre. Weird. He can't say he likes it, but he doesn't hate it either. The taste of a man worthy of Akechi Goro is sublime in its own way. Kazuya will never have another around him like this. It sticks to his throat and tongue as he slides the man out, wipes saliva and drips of cum from his own lips with the back of his hand. He's exhausted, breathing heavy, but trying to steady it. Red on his cheeks from lack of oxygen and-
He didn't expect how hoarse his voice would sound as he speaks again.]
[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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[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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Kazuya listens and that's why Akechi stays. Control, subservience - it's an enthralling feeling to have someone's life in the palm of his hand. More than ever, he understands the people above him and why form the volatile relationships they do.
There's no way to wipe himself off. All he can do is tuck himself in, hope for the best and visit a restroom -
After he takes care of someone -
Who deserves a little more. Who needs a reward. It's debt and recompense. It's keeping him on a leash. ]
As satisfying as ever. It put me in a good mood.
[ Akechi's hands rest on Kazuya's hips and slide down, slow and lazy over fabric, splay against his thighs. He drops to his knees in tandem with his wandering hands. ]
I'll give you a rare treat. [ And he palms the inside of Kazuya's thighs, right below his dick. Raising up to unbutton and tug down his pants, lowers the band of his underwear with a single finger right after.] Don't get used to it. You'll have to do more than travel to earn this again.
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Oh.
There's no way he can lie and say that watching someone as proud as Goro Akechi sink to his knees in front of him doesn't make his cock twitch harder in his pants. The way that he says that he'll give him a rare treat makes him groan even before the hands are on him, even before he palms at his thigh so teasingly.]
Ah... Of course.
[He licks his lips, swallows hard. How pretty is he like this, on his knees, pulling his boxers and pants down in one simple movement? The other teens fanclub would go berserk, if they knew this was happening. It's what drives him further, one hand braced on the wall and the other stuffed into his mouth, teeth biting sharp crescents to halt any noises he knows would otherwise escape.
He's never been a quiet fuck. He wants the person he's with to know how much he adores them, needs them, what exactly they do to him.
Sometimes he thinks that Akechi likes that too, the confirmation of Kazuya's pleasure, that it's him driving him to the brink and then past it.]
You're so pretty like this.
[It comes out muffled against his hand. But no one can know. No one can hear the sounds of his mounting pleasure, the way his cock springs free, hard and with pre already smeared on the tip of it, dark purple and needy.
It won't take him too long, in this state.]
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There's no band around to tie his hair up, so he does his best to brush it all behind his ears. Checking, rechecking - he can't shower if Kazuya gets on him. It occurs to Akechi he may need to swallow. That's an irritating thought.
But a reward is a reward and that grating, yearned for comment from earlier gets cuts in return. His nails dig, rip, scratch into his inner thigh. Soft skin marred so easily - it's a nice consolation for Akechi too. If he starts bleeding, that's too bad. It goes unacknowledged as he parts Kazuya's legs - slow, so slow, until there's a space that fits only Akechi between them.
And for all the fanfare to get here -
He swallows Kazuya up. He isn't as practiced as his partner - his back straightens, fingers digging into his leg. His head tilts down to slide Kazuya's dick in easier, then up to let that first taste coat his tongue. It's not entirely unpleasant - not when he can see a man come apart.
And what he lacks in practice, he makes up for in intent. His palms, fingers rub against the marks he made, move up to his stomach and back down. The motion might be soothing. Akechi only wants to feel every bit of him. The tip of Kazuya's dick always on his lips, even when Akechi pulls back for air.
He takes a little more of it every time. Tries to hold and linger on the taste of his partner until he might choke. Grabs Kazuya's hips and jerks him forward - holds him there tight, so tight, to see if he might and-
Loosens his grip a second after to watch his partner's face in the midst of it all. ]
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A treat.
A very, very rare treat.
Eyes lidded, he can’t help but still try to look down, bites down harder on his hand until he tastes blood behind a muffled, silent whine. Akechi doesn’t have to be practiced to be good. It’s the knowledge that this is Akechi Goro between his legs, that somehow in the grand scheme of things, he’d managed to luck out and get into a relationship that has to be called anything else with him.
That he’s the only one who gets to see the pretty detective, on his knees, swallowing down his cock and-
He bites harder, his eyes squeeze shut as his hips are pulled near flush against his mouth, as Akechi forces himself to take almost all of him and he can feel the reflexive convulsion of his throat that says he so desperately wants to choke on him but is holding back.
He can’t help what he does next, a hand slides into his hair, grips tight, but doesn’t pull because while he’s bold, he’s not stupid. His cock throbs, and his hips tremble with his own restraint keeping him from fucking into his mouth like an animal and chasing his own pleasure.]
I’m gonna- Shit- [He hisses, drags a bleeding hand down from his mouth only to muffle himself again.] You’ve got ten seconds to decide.
[Where he’s going to come. Because he’s nice, and he’s not stupid enough to simply not say anything.]
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Even if he hadn't made the decision to swallow him whole, the nine seconds remaining of a squirming, writhing man smothering every noise because Akechi had commanded would have made it so.
In eight seconds, Akechi can't help but feel a semblance of pride in his power. A leash doesn't need to visible. Seven, six, five seconds and the warmth on top of his head, twisting strands of hair in a gesture that might be affectionate. Might be all Kazuya can do to not cry out. The latter makes him -
Wait until four, three, two seconds remain before he chokes down all of Kazuya all he can muster. Seals his lips around his dick like a kiss.
And when he comes -
It's bizarre. Weird. He can't say he likes it, but he doesn't hate it either. The taste of a man worthy of Akechi Goro is sublime in its own way. Kazuya will never have another around him like this. It sticks to his throat and tongue as he slides the man out, wipes saliva and drips of cum from his own lips with the back of his hand. He's exhausted, breathing heavy, but trying to steady it. Red on his cheeks from lack of oxygen and-
He didn't expect how hoarse his voice would sound as he speaks again.]
That should end your incessant whining.
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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.