[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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[ 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'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.