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[Hah. He wouldn't mind that. But this place is helping numb him to the immediate embarrassment of such a direct statement. He just grins, languid and mischievous.]

Maybe. I do like to be seduced, a little bit.

Your situation had no seduction in it, it was very straight to the point! But, I certainly can do that!

(from the sofa to the table as a new seat, it becomes very clear how tall dazai is. long, long, long, and he his hand reaches for the other's, but stops midway.)

Ah, something important to be discussed. My ability can be somewhat uncomfortable if you have one of your own, so I am warning you now, it is completely harmless, but I'd rather you not to be started in the middle of passion.

[Hm. Akechi's reminded, often, of just how young he is. He doesn't like that. And yet, would he be any happier if he was more like Dazai? It's hard to tell.

He blinks, tilting his head slightly. Curious. He pulls off one of his gloves and holds his hand out.]

Let's see. I assume whatever effect you have is temporary?

Yes, yes.

(the effects of being a good actor. nothing about dazai is truly happy, not at all this optimistic nor excited about most prospects - not really, not for too long.

when he offers his own hand, should akechi take it, he'll feel 'no longer human' immediately. whatever it is that akechi has, should now be eerily quiet, encapsulated by a cool wash that leaves a void where a whole identity once were.)

I can't tell you the specifics, but you are perfectly safe.

[He eyes Dazai for a long moment, and then takes his hand. It's -- alarming, the sudden silence. The broken connection that's always in the back of his mind, that he doesn't usually think about about.

He pulls his hand back sharply.]

Ah. I see.

[His Personas are... displeased. Unnerved. He leans back, debating if it's worth it.]

What card were you, again?

(he figured. to some people, it's heaven, to some, it's hell in itself. his hands move to his thighs, fingers intertwined, as to prove that akechi is safe from touch.)

I'm a six of spades. I won't be offended if you don't like my ability! It happens all the time.

[He debates. A six of spades is pretty decent, especially when he has another Spade, and a reliable eight. But that feeling, it's... he shouldn't care. It's not like he's even been able to summon his Persona. The empty feeling isn't any different, but it just feels bad.]

...Why don't you kiss me to help me decide?

(he'll take that as a 'it bothers me, but i'll get over it'. this is why the way his lips come to meet the other's is slow, he knows one needs a moment to get used to the feeling of vulnerability his own ability brings. experience colors every move, the way his lips take the bottom one of akechi's pair to let him know the tongue that runs across it might meet his.

the table where he sits makes it a little more visually appealing, whith dazai's long limbs stretching and leaning to find his balance as his hand falls to the neck. he'll let akechi's decision to stop or proceed follow it.)

[He kisses back, slow, still contemplating. It makes him feel vulnerable and weak, but it's also a little thrilling. It makes this feel all the more dangerous, and well, he likes things with stakes. He likes taking risks.

So he moves closer, pressing against Dazai a bit. He runs his hands along the man's sides, and tilts his head to deepen the kiss a little bit. Soon enough his own tongue meets Dazai's and teases searchingly for his teeth.]

(risk, danger, all things that are guaranteed when there's dazai in the middle. he tries, he tries, and he tries, to be good, better, but he can only be himself. there's a reason why he fit so perfectly in the port mafia, why he was a huge part of it for so long, why he held the high rank as executive.

walking towards the light through the shadows it casts.

it shows in his kiss. it bears no hesitance, only the goal of making akechi feel something, from the way their tongues meet, to how his hand takes the younger boy's own to guide him to the table.)

[Sometimes you can't escape your own darkness. He wouldn't know -- he hasn't tried very much.

Even so, he allows himself to be guided. Why not indulge here, right now? He needs cards. And it's not so bad to lose himself in a haze of pleasure.]

Now might be a good time for us to locate some lubricant. And work out who's topping. Or does that ruin the mood?

(this is much easier on his back - terrible posture and being horribly tall does it so that he finds it incredibly relieving. akechi's hair is pretty, it feels soft, and that's where his hand moves, only to take it away from the light skin of the boy's neck.

a kiss, another kiss in another spot, and should he hear a reaction to any spot, that's where he will run teeth against.)

I brought it! -- Ah, I only top.

(he's not good with feeling vulnerable and not in control.)

If that's an issue for you, there are plenty of other ways to make you feel great.

[Only top, huh? He notes that away in the back of his mind. Someone afraid of feeling vulnerable physically. Not that he isn't, but he knows that sometimes you need to to manipulate people. Also, he just likes it.]

No, that's alright. I'm flexible. I had a feeling you wanted to bend me over this table, anyway.

[He tilts his neck a bit more to allow Dazai more access. Meanwhile, Akechi grabs his waist to pull him a bit closer, more onto him.]

What else do you like?

(or faking vulnerability to the best because you feel blank, so any emotion can totally be the real thing. he might like it, but it's to be held, and to be touched, felt, and all those things are completely terrifying to him. he'd run before he had the chance to feel any of those things.)

Me? I'm not picky. I like whatever you like.

(which is true. sex is enjoyable to him whatever way he might have it, so why not bring all his attention to his partner? it ensures they might come back later, like a dopamine refill for him. being pulled however, makes him come close enough so that he is setting between the other's legs, hands pinning wrist against the surface of the table.)

Should I find it out, or do you want me to do something specific?

[Hmm. He lets Dazai pin him, exhaling as he feels the nullification effect again. How odd. How exciting.]

I'm up for anything. We can always just... play it by ear.

[He squirms, a little, but mostly so he can rub up against Dazai a bit more.]

Surprise me.

Not at all a problem.

(once they get to it, akechi will notice that dazai is nearly wholly covered by bandages. lately, however, they come in handy and he rolls his wrist a few more times than usual, tucking it with the others rather than keeping it wrapping around the rest of him. it is so he can have an easy restrain, and that's what they become around akechi's wrists - his lips descend to neck, an indication he plans to keep going down.)

[He debates asking, but it might ruin the mood and he doesn't particularly care. It's intriguing, but not intriguing enough.

Akechi strains his wrists a little to test the restraints. Good -- they won't break easily, but he still feels he could escape in an emergency. So he'll allow it. He tilts his head back to allow Dazai more room to work.]

(that's how he wished it would be! restrained for the feeling, but not enough to make the other uncomfortable. he already does that by the touch he has, there's only so much he can do with someone new. either way, he hears or sees no complaints, so his lips will kiss as much as he can, trying to find a spot that akechi reacts most.

they are not reserved to the neck, but he needs the shirt off first before he can keep his trip. he can't fully take it off with the restrains, but he can get it out of the way, hanging by the wrists as he places kisses and nibbles to the chest.)

[He reacts to his more vulnerable spots -- near the pulsing heartbeat on his neck. It's the danger that gets him.

He wiggles a little to help Dazai move his shirt out of the way. Under it, Akechi's clearly well-built. He's a bit twiggy, but he's got some muscles despite that. Athletic. His skin is relatively smooth, save for a nasty scar that mars the skin of his abdomen. Dazai can probably recognize it as a bullet wound.]

Mmmm... Should I close my eyes? Or perhaps you'd even want to blindfold me.

[He did tell Dazai to surprise him...]

No, you should watch.

(dazai's never been a shy person in these situations, and if there's something he has always been known for is his fooling around - even when he definitely shouldn't. oftentimes, he'd ghost, but here, there's not much benefit to that - no one is really going to be after him too much, too many options, too many things that push and pull them towards different people.

it does mean, however, that he is experienced, and being the detective he is, any little rise, any reaction, he can sense against lips, make a mental map of what works, what doesn't. the bullet wound is surprising, but he also has those, a few at least. he isn't here to bond - at least not right now. right now, he is opening the other's pants to release his cock from its confines, straight into his mouth, as deep as its length and without a shred of hesitance.)

[He sits up a little bit as Dazai moves down, mostly to watch him. He makes a soft exhale of relief when his cock is released from the pressure of his pants, but--

Oh, he's taking all of it. Akechi gives a moan, more surprised than anything, his dick twitching in Dazai's mouth.]

Hah--ah-- you know I f, fully expect to get your card, too.

[Sex is enjoyable, and all, but he's here for one thing.]

(the suction is strong on the way out, before he chuckles - as for his tongue is licking the shaft before he can rebuke.)

You don't think you can hold on? I must be really good, or you must be-- ah, really horny?

(no time to allow him an answer, not with how he goes back at it with the same fervour he first did.)

N--- no, that's not it.

[It's hard to sound confident when Dazai is, just, going at it with feeling. Akechi bites his lip.]

Just that-- some people might, mm, be content to service and then leave. It's less--- vulnerable.

[It's the kind of thing he might do, honestly.]

(there's nowhere to leave to. the casino might be big, but it's not like he can disappear within it. the walls have powers that he can't escape from, he can't ghost, or at least, not efficiently.

so, there's just a shrug from him. he'll continue until akechi is close enough.)

[He had a thought, at some point, about how this was going to go. But -- it's nice to let Dazai lead for now. His mind swirls in pleasure.

His arms pull against the restraints as he moans, trying to keep from bucking his hips up. It's clear he's not gonna last much longer.]

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oops lost this SORRY