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Goro’s finger traces slowly across the line of Akira’s collarbone, fingertip pausing at the end to press gently into his skin and he watches, in awe, how easily his skin turns red.
From the column of his neck to his broad shoulders, Goro leaves his own mark along the path be in the form of a bite mark or a bruise, he makes sure that Akira goes to bed knowing that the fingermarks pressed deep into his hips is a sign that he belongs (to Goro, in here, at home).
It is worship when you admire god's creation, but when it happens to take the shape of a man—Goro knows he’s not religious but is this close enough?
He presses his nose into the pale of Akira’s chest, lips pressing into the naked skin before he softly exhales. “You’re so beautiful.” It was so quiet, he doesn’t know if Akira even heard him.
“You say that all the time,” Akira giggles into the pillow, black curls rustling as he quietly breathes. His fingers curl into the pillowcase, his lips curling into a moan shut as Goro rebukes him with the sharp squeeze of his hips instead.
“I do,” Goro agrees, because it’s true. “I say it all the time because you deserve to hear it. I will not be wasting my breath otherwise.” He raises his head and leans up until he’s a ghost away from Akira’s lips. His hair falls down around them like a curtain, almost shielding them from the rest of the world as he lets this intimate moment run its course.
“I’m really not,” Akira grumbles with a roll of his eyes, and Goro almost feels violent hearing it—perhaps it’s the frustration that Akira will never truly see what he sees (the image of perfection, the pinnacle of god’s creation, the epitome of his affections…) But he doesn’t bother replying, as they’ve danced around his topic far too many times and he knows how it always ends.
So he presses his lips against Akira’s stupid, annoying mouth instead. Goro kisses him like he’s trying to win an argument—almost sly, careful, nearly violent, and pure devotion. He takes Akira’s hand that was laying forgotten beside them, before curling their fingers together. Their lips twist and tell, of moments they’ll never speak to anyone. What happens between them in their bedroom remains unspoken, for perhaps, it’s better this way.
The way he loves is aggressive, violent, and hurtful—and Akira wants it all. He loves like their lives are still at stake, like he’s still forced to hold a gun to his head and watch the light from his eyes die, and the tomorrow that’s yet to come might not have both of them breathing anymore. Maybe it’s a trauma response, but that’s okay. Akira lets him, loves him for it, and basks in the ultraviolence of it.
“You know,” Akira says as he breaks off from the kiss. “All you’ve done is kiss and grope me ever since we came home. Are you actually gonna do something or what?”
Goro huffs as he pulls away, finally tugging the tie that was hanging awkwardly from his neck off. He leaves his shirt on though, just to be petty and to show it truly is unfair, for Akira is flushed pink and naked while he’s still mostly clothed.
“Maybe some patience will help,” he replies as he throws the tie to the void of their floor. “After all, it’s my rules inside the bedroom, darling.”
“Yes but you’ve just been acting like a perv—ah!” Goro cuts his bratty nonsense off with a pinch of his perk nipple. “Hey!”
“Oh shut up and let me enjoy the view.” There’s a certain charm indeed when being fully in control and while this isn’t the first time, it doesn’t get old and only gets better again and again as he takes the opportunity to break Akira apart and stitch him back together.
His mouth leans down once more to pepper kisses down his chest, fingers still circling his nipples and he makes sure to bite one of them down, just to make it hurt and good.
“Please…” Oh it’s always a joy when Akira starts begging early. “Just do something—it hurts…” Goro knows he’s not talking about the bite, nor the bruises, or perhaps the cuts that he’s envisioning in his head. He knows Akira wants to be touched in places he has yet to worship but that’s for later to come, double entendre unintended.
Perhaps there’s beauty to be seen when one is shaking in impatient neediness, as Akira’s eyes well up and his lips turn into a stupid little pout. It almost works on him, especially the sight of seeing those tears, but Goro stays resilient.
“Maybe if you behave,” he says as a form of encouragement but it sounds like he’s taunting him instead. “Just stay still and let me enjoy you, alright?”
“Okay…” Good.
Goro moves on to kiss down his tummy to his thighs, ignoring the glaring problem between his legs and lifts one leg up to bite into the meat of his thigh instead. There’s many ways to describe something as delicious but the pure ecstasy of indulging in this feast cannot be described by any word in the English lexicon.
“You’re beautiful,” he says, once more. Akira doesn’t reply—he knows it’s futile. “You’re so beautiful, I want to hurt you.”
The sentiment brings Akira to a smile, a knowing curl of his lips, and he opens his mouth: “then why don’t you?”
It makes them both chuckle, with Goro squeezing the inside of Akira’s thighs with fingers that’ll leave purple bruises in their wake, and Goro shakes his head. “That’s the reward, if you’re good.”
Akira groans into the air, body going lax as he accepts his fate.
“There we go,” Goro lets go of his thigh in favour of cradling his face instead. “You want me to touch you?”
Akira nods and nuzzles into his touch, kissing his palm as he tearfully flutters his eyelashes. This damn brat knows what exactly works.
Goro reaches down and light touches the head of his cock, not quite stroking it and just holding it with a gentle squeeze. “Look at you. You called me a pervert but you’re the one here getting so wet from just being touched all over your body. Am I truly the freak between us or you?”
“It’s us both,” Akira quips as he hisses from Goro’s fleeting touch. “Though, you might be the bigger freak for wanting to kill me during sex.”
“It’s called worship, baby,” Goro softly kisses him and finally starts stroking his leaking cock. “Don’t mistake my wish to murder you as just another hit. I want to hurt you—kill you, because I love you.”
“Hah, I know.”
Goro seals his lips with another kiss. The gun waits by the bedside drawer.