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[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.]

(a little edging never hurt a soul. he can feel the climax coming on his lips, with each breath, each twitch, the salty taste against his tongue. he'll let go, only to bring his lips to kiss upwards to a nipple to suck against. it's misdirection, as his hands busy themselves coating a few fingers with lube.

one of them even dares to circle around the entrance, a warning it will enter.)

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[He's so close, closing his eyes and losing himself just until--

Ah. His breath catches. He's usually happy to have some attention on his nipples, but not when it's edging him.]

Oh, you're cruel.

[His hips buck up a bit when Daza teases his hole, at least. He tries to grind back down against his finger, encouraging him to enter.]

Can I be forgiven if it's worth it?

(after all, dazai knows what he is doing. there's no resistance of mind games from there, the finger does enter slowly, attempting to stretch the boy out little by little, but most importantly, it's looking for a spot. one that he keeps close attention for - should the hard cock against him twitch, the boy's breath hitch, he will know he has it, and a second finger will follow to massage that point alone until the boy is stretched out enough.)

Mmm-- maybe--

[With how wound up he is, it doesn't take long before Dazai is able to find his sweet spot. He bites his lip to keep from making a noise, but his dick twitches and exposes him.]

(while the nipple he is kissing is very interesting, the noise would be just as much. now that he knows where to touch, that's where his finger goes, another added to stretch while he spends some time against the neck, reaching the ear.)

Don't muffle your noises, I really want to hear it, okay?

[He squirms, gasping slightly as he feels Dazai's finger exploring. Usually he's not so wound up just by fingering, but considering he's already been edged... he's a bit needy.]

Hah-- ah-- maybe you should, beg for me to be loud.

[It's silly, but it's trying to take a fragment of control.]

(he can sense the reluctance, and truth be told, it will only make it even sweeter to hear the gasps, to sense how the other's body is reacting to what he's doing. he's unbearably hard, so ready to get going, which akechi might be able to tell if he notices the wetness from pre-cum against his skin.

even so, he's patient. it'll be done and it will be wonderful only if the other is ready, after all, so those words are interesting to reply to.)

I won't beg, I'll steal it if you won't give it to me.

[Oh, yes, he can feel that. He wants Dazai to go ahead and take him, right away and hard, but all he can do is squirm and whine a little bit.

Steal them, hm? Ah, if only Dazai knew how... loaded an idea that is for him. The thought makes his dick twitch in anticipation.]

I'd-- like to see you try.

[Breathlessly, but still with some challenging tone.]

(challenge accepted way too easily. that whine is already partly a victory, so he takes those fingers out as a reward.

the breath hitched makes him smile against skin, and he must ask,)

You're ready?

[And suddenly, he's empty. He grumbles and squirms, feeling restless from the sudden lack of stimulation. But he does know what comes next.]

Yes! Yes. Stop teasing me.

How impatient!

(which is in no shape or form related to the fact he nearly came moments ago and dazai stole that from him, but you see, he likes to see this little urge growing. so, no more teasing, as asked. the initial thrust is a little slow, because even with all the stretching, it's so goddamn tight that dazai doesn't want to push it into pain.

but once that it feels right - oh, well. that spot he found with fingering is exactly how he is angling himself to hit, a gasp escaping him.)

[He normally tries not to let himself be so openly impatient, but Dazai's been teasing him so terribly.

He gasps loudly once Dazai pushes in, moaning as he feels the usual stretch of being filled. Oh, that's good...

He whines again when Dazai hits just the right spot -- how quickly, too. God, he's being so embarrassing, but he can't stop himself.]

(everything that's given, is returned. moans specially, but every twitch of muscle, every rapid pulse against his lips as he kisses skin, every little, imperceptible reaction... he does see. it's fuel, it's encouragement, and it's rewarded with him doing exactly what brought them in the first place.

he hopes akechi doesn't mind a little roughness, either, with how his gripping hand on the boy's hips brings him closer to his own with every thrust.)

[It becomes rapidly clear that Akechi very much likes some roughness. His gasps and moan pitch up in tone and frequently the harder Dazai thrusts. He lifts his legs more to hook them higher, trying to get Dazai to hit a deeper spot.]

Mmmph-- that's it-- h-harder, please...

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