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“Welcome home, honey!”
Nothing ever went according to plan in Goro’s life. Not even thinking about what he wanted to do with Shido back when he was younger — he’s more grounded than that nowadays, thank you — no, it was always the smaller things.
And today was the biggest example so far.
Today was supposed to be a very special day. It was February 14th, Valentine’s Days as all the colors and advertising liked to remind him on his way back home, it was also Akira’s birthday. It also marked their 5th year together after the collapse of Maruki’s reality. It should have been the day when Goro proposed to Akira.
Should.
Goro had taken the afternoon off to make sure everything was perfect: flowers, chocolate cake, clothes, and, most important of all, the ring. It’s not that he was a helpless romantic; Akira was. And Goro loved his Akira very much; he wanted to do good for his boyfriend. To erase any of the bad memories they had when teenagers with new and lovely ones.
“Goro?”
Everything was laid out: a straight road into Tokyo and to each event that should have been: go to A, grab flowers; go to B, grab cake; go to C, take the ring; and finally change clothes. Straightforward. Simple. The steps were crystal clear. It wasn’t Goro the problem in this plan; it was the world.
His journey to the florist had been fine at first; the subway wasn’t crowded, the streets were almost empty, and he could have smelled the bouquet of crimson roses at the entrance of the Shibuya Mall, only to stare at a shutter. For… whatever reason, the florist had to close their shop early today. Which made Goro’s blood boil because he had a reservation for his grandiose bouquet; he had made sure to call many weeks in advance to avoid any complications on his fateful day.
And yet.
Resigned by the closed metal door (and the small note taped to it, which he didn’t take the time to read), he did what he did best: reorganized his plan. Here, the closest would be the ring: a trip from Shibuya to Ginza with a brief stop at the bank before the jewelry.
“Goro?” He heard footsteps approaching and realized he had forgotten to greet Akira when he came home. Another thing not going to plan today… Rising Akira’s anxiety was not on his bingo card…
“I’m back. Could you… Bring me a towel, please?” Goro sets his suitcase near the door in the genkan. His coat is drenched from head to toe, his hair dripping onto the floor, creating a puddle inside the apartment and further destroying his newly acquired Weston shoes. He sighs.
A few more footsteps and there is the light of his life, his rival, his soulmate, his everything. “Oh wow, I didn’t know you liked to shower fully dressed, my Prince.” His Akira, who liked to joke at his expense, was mocking him right this instant.
“Did you forget your red nose on the way here?” Goro can’t muster anything but mild annoyance, already too blasé by everything that happened before coming back home.
“Give a minute, and I’ll probably have time to fetch a wig with it.” Akira’s smiles can tone everything down, mellowing even the harshest of Goro’s days. He truly doesn’t deserve the man in his life. Akira hands him a small towel, “Here, dry your hair’s end. I’ll draw you a bath to warm you up a little bit.” Before Goro has time to react, the other man moves closer, kisses him on the cheek, and goes back inside.
It makes Goro’s stomach knots even harder.
In his pocket lies a small velvet box. The box isn’t empty (at least), but the ring isn’t the one he ordered back at Christmas. It should have been an onyxian band with their codenames engraved on the inside and a nested ruby on top. BUT. The jeweler had messed up the katakana, and instead of “Crow,” he was now “Guro.” According to the clerk, it would have taken another month to craft a new ring, which Goro could not afford.
His proposal was either today or never. (Well, not never-never, but he would have to wait at least another year to make sure the stars aligned again.)
Hanging up his coat on an empty spot, Goro starts to remove his fully wet clothes in the genkan; showering the apartment’s parquet was not on the menu for today. It already smells like curry, like coffee, like home.
Tonight needs to be perfect.
Inside the small bathroom, Akira is perched over the bath, looking to see if everything is going well, dropping a lavender-smelling bath bomb in the hot water before turning towards Goro. “It shouldn’t be too hot, but give it a minute or two just in case.” He stops a moment, clearly ogling Goro’s naked chest, his pupils dilating in the white-blue light.
“Thanks, I’ll try not to take too long. Smelt like dinner is already ready.”
“Mmh hmm.” Hot fingers glide between Goro’s pectorals, slowly descending and zigzaging in the ridges of his abs until a full hand is splayed on top of his hair trail.
Goro’s breath gets stuck in his throat. Akira isn’t usually this forward in his advances; more often than not, he’s just sending signals towards Goro’s way to be ravaged, but never taking the reins like this. “Akira?”
“You’re so… tense tonight.” His lover licks his lips, gaze stuck to the growing bulge in Goro’s boxers, “Let me help you unwind a little bit.”
Akira drops to his knees, fingers grazing the elastic band of Goro’s boxers, tugging it slowly downward. Each new centimeter of skin showing itself in front of his boyfriend’s lips is being dotted by kisses upon kisses. It burns Goro’s skin, hardens his member, his now freed tip touching Akira’s cheek, smearing precum on his alabaster skin.
Goro’s hand reaches out to Akira’s curls, nails grazing his scalp. He doesn’t know if he wants to pull him closer, sliding his cock along his tongue up to his throat, making the other man gag, or to push him away to cool down. “You don’t have to do this, Akira…”
There’s a hand around the base of his shaft the moment his boxers touch the tiles below, followed closely by a tongue licking from his balls to the tip, sucking the head for a few seconds. Goro moans, bringing Akira’s head closer, clutching his hair tighter. “But I want to.” Akira answers, blowing air on the tip and rubbing his cheek against the flesh, “You deserve it.” Another long lick, and Akira swallows the length.
“Oh fuck,” Almost like a reflex, Goro forces Akira’s head down, his member lodging itself in his boyfriend’s throat in an instant, still amazed by Akira's non-existent gag reflex just like the first day he went down on him. The man below him whines when his hold on his hair tightens, his throat swallowing around Goro’s length. “Akira…”
It’s good, too good, Akira knows each spot by heart with the tip of his tongue: the flatest part of his muscle licks around his vein, the top dips in the interstice below the head, his mouth sucks the tip before swallowing his shaft whole once more.
His boyfriend takes hold of his hand and pushes it harder against his curls, “Goro.” Another long lick while his free hand fumbles with his balls, “Use me,” Akira kisses the skin along the V of Goro’s abs, his small nimbles leaving red marks mixing with the freckles there. “Please.”
The former detective groans and fists his hand in black curls, “Remember you asked for this,” Before Akira can answer, Goro slides his cock in his still open mouth, he goes straight for the throat pushing Akira’s head down when his hips goes up. The thrusts are slow but deep, his cock almost going out before nestling itself back in his sheath. There’s saliva and precum sliding out of Akira’s mouth, moistening his lips in an indecent glow, the skin of his lips stretched to their limits around his cock, “Such a slut. How long were you waiting for this?”
Akira moans; being called names and talked down to is always a big turn-on for the former leader of the Phantom Thieves. He tries to answer, but only a muffled sound comes out.
“I didn’t ask for an answer," Goro punctuates with a powerful but short movement down his throat, one where he knows he slode in a tad too much, blocking Akira’s airway for a few seconds at best. Tears start to pool at the corner of his lover's eye. Goro pushes Akira’s head as deeply as it can, making his lips touch the hairs at the base of his shaft, blocking his airway so that he can breathe only through his nose. With his free right hand, he thumbs the salted water gliding along Akira’s cheeks in a loving gesture, “Count to 10.”
Each time Akira lets out a moan or a sound, Goro slides a bit deeper with a short burst. Every time his cock hits the back of his boyfriend’s throat, Goro can see him rocking his hips on the tiles.
“How much Akira?”
“Ugh!”
“Five? Good boy,” Goro ruffles his hair a little bit, “I’m proud to see you know how to count.” He takes out his cock from Akira’s mouth, “What do you say?”
“T-thank you,” Akira gulped, swallowing some of his precum-laced saliva, “Master.”
“That’s my Akira,” Goro can see the moment gray irises get smaller with expanding pupils; he feels the tremors going through Akira from where he still holds his face in his hand, the heat rising to his face. He is always good-looking, but with his features twisted in lust, he is gorgeous. "Ready?”
“Yes,” Akira gets ready to show his tongue, opening his mouth wide before he corrects himself, “Master,” and goes back in position.
Goro slides right back home, “Such obedience.” It’s so tight and warm down in his pet’s throat. Maybe he should ask Akira to get a tongue piercing? Or maybe he could be the one with a cock piercing. The thing it could do to Akira, it flares such want and need that he pushes a bit too hard without notice. His free hand goes around Akira’s neck, feeling the skin bulge there. “I’ll be the one to count to five this time.”
One
Goro pushes Akira’s head back to its rightful place: flushed against his pelvis. His nose brushes his honey-brown curls with his labored breaths.
Two
Goro pinches Akira’s nose, effectively cutting his air. Only Goro has the right to control what, when, or where he can breathe.
Three
Goro makes a small movement, trying to push ever deeper inside. If he could crawl inside Akira, he would do it in a heartbeat.
Four
Akira is undulating his hips on the tiles below, trying to get the slightest of friction on his cock, only to be refused the moment Goro slots his feet in between his legs.
Five
Goro can see the flutter of Akira’s eyelashes, see the slight shake in his eyes the longer he is deprived of air, and can feel the way his throat tightens in panic. Akira trusts Goro; it’s a hard-earned gift, but one can only fool his body for so long.
It’s time for the main course.
“Get up and get naked.” The contact of his wet flesh with the surrounding air is a cold reminder that he was supposed to get a shower before everything went sideways. (Just like his original plans…)
It’s fine, Goro can adapt and fast-forward things a little. He helps Akira rise to his feet (he always gets such bad noise in his limbs whenever he kneels), takes off the metaphorical mask of the big bad dom to see if his love is doing alright, and helps him get rid of his clothes.
The moment Akira is fully naked, Goro hugs him. Hard. “Goro?” There’s a hand parting his bangs, trying to slide them behind his ears, and Goro just buries his head in Akira’s shoulder, “What’s wrong?”
“ ‘Love you, Akira.” Goro kisses the soft skin below his lips, “So much.”
“I love you too, Goro.” His boyfriend reaches for his face and lifts it up to kiss him full on the lip. “You’re the only one I love.” Akira gives him another soft kiss, “Talk to me.”
“I’m not sure I want to fuck you…” Goro can see the slight frown on Akira’s face, the color slightly draining from his face. This wasn’t the right thing to say: “I’d rather make love to you tonight.”
“Oh.”
“Want to show you how much I can…” The ex-detective craddles Akira’s face in his hands, careful not be too direct, too harsh in his touches. He leaves a small kiss on his lover’s forehead, “… give you.”
Akira’s cheeks reddened under the cold blue light of their bathroom.
“Unless that’s not something you want at the moment?” Another small kiss to each of Akira's cheeks, nothing more than a press of lips, flesh worshipping flesh. “It is your birthday, after all.” Goro nips below his ear’s lobe, leaving small red marks in hidden places, enjoying how it makes Akira shiver in want, in anticipation.
“I'll take whatever you’re willing to give, Goro.” His lover caresses Goro’s back, nails dipping in the flesh when Goro bites a bit too hard or when his hands grip his waist in a strong hold.
With Akira’s implicit accord, Goro turns them and pushes Akira towards the wall; one of his hands slides towards his butt while the other lifts Akira’s leg around his waist. Both are naked, both are hard; Goro can feel it every time he moves his hips closer to Akira’s, slotting in place. In his place.
“Ah! Goro!” Akira picks up the clue fast, as he always does, and he burrows his head in Goro’s neck, sucking hickeys and biting gently to hide his moans. Even with one leg held in the air, he moves his hips to meet Goro’s thrust halfway, joining him in this slow, chaotic pace where their shaft sometimes meet head-on or slide against each other.
Goro always loved to look at Akira’s face and expression when passion overwhelms him, to see the perfect stoic facade of Joker crumble under his touch. He longs for the marks Akira gives him on his back when he holds onto him. He craves the moans and the little sounds his rival makes. Like the starved man that he is, he grabs Akira by the hair, pulling his head backward, and crushes his lips to Akira’s.
“Mmmh!” Sinuous as water, Akira, Joker, undulates his body in tandem with Goro, moaning freely in his mouth, gripping Goro’s biceps to not slip on the ground, clenching his legs around his lover's waist harder. “More.” He goes to kiss Goro again, sharing oxygen as vital as breathing, “I need more, Goro.”
Haste makes Goro a bit clumsy, almost too eager; still, in his clouded haze, he reaches for Akira’s cheeks, spreading them blindly in hope of reaching his boyfriend’s rim. “ Get your second leg around,” God knows how he managed to get out a full sentence while kissing Akira stupid, but he does. He also indicates what he wants by grabbing under Akira’s thighs to hoist him a bit higher, to push him a bit harder on the wall behind. He finally gets his fingers near the puckered hole, only to be stopped by what he can guess is the jewel at the end of a plug. Oh, what a greedy little — “Slut.”
“Didn’t want to make you wa — Aah! wait,” Each of Akira’s words is an effort in itself, with Goro playing with the plug. The ex-Detective plays with the suction of his rim, pulling the metal object up to its widest part before plunging it again, mimicking the way his fingers move when preparing the other.
A sliver of lube wets Goro’s fingers the longer he plays with the rosebud.
“Did you play with yourself?” His mean side gets the better of him, and he pushes the plug up to its base, his fingers almost breaching the rim with it.
“Yeah,” A shiver, “I did.”
“I bet this,” Goro pulls up to the girthiest part to stretch his rim, “Wasn’t enough.” He can’t see, but Goro knows the moment he lets go of the small handle, it will get swallowed right back inside Akira. It’s obscene to even think about it. It drives even more blood between his legs.
“Never enough,” Akira moves to create friction on his cock, rubbing it between their abdomen, feeling Goro’s glide along his balls and perineum. One movement too much, and he could slide right in alongside the metallic plug. “Nothing is better than your cock”.
Goro plays along, rubbing a few more times, “Flattery will get you nowhere.” He takes out the object, almost jealous that it could stay inside when he couldn’t, and thrusts inside in one single movement to the hilt.
“AH! So good!” Akira’s moans echo in the room, calling to Goro like a Siren’s lullaby, and it takes a Herculean effort not to move. “I missed this,” Joker murmurs against Goro’s cheeks in between kisses.
The former assassin laughs affectionately, “We had sex two days ago,” he moves his hand to each of Akira's cheeks, spreading them around his cock, keeping him extra-open. “I’m starting to think that you are, in reality, a succubus?” Pressing inside pushes Akira on the tiles, the slide of his cock in his lover’s ass makes him recline his head back in a drawn-out moan, “My own perfect succubus.”
“Harder!” Akira reaches for his face, fisting the side of his chestnut hair, forcing him to lock his wine eyes with gray. There’s already sweat gliding on the side of Akira’s face, wetting the base of his curls. “Please!” Goro pushes Akira harder; only he presses Akira’s body harder against the tiles while his cock stays perfectly still inside. “Not like this!” Groans Akira, in Goro’s arm in frustration.
“I’ll need clearer information then,” He dips a little, reaching for Akira’s nipples and greedily laps at the buds of flesh in front of him. Goro wants to torment him, to punish him, to mark him, brand him, own him.
“Hnngh!” Akira tries to push Goro’s face away to no avail, “Don’t be dense like this — “
Akira’s sentence is abruptly cut off by a deep but short thrust, and he hits his head a bit too hard on the wall behind. “I asked for an answer, Akira,” Goro pulls out almost all the way and pushes in one single movement, hitting his lover’s prostate dead-on, “Not insolence.”
“Oh Gods..!” With his small but forceful pounding, Goro is pretty sure he is rearranging Akira’s internal anatomy; he swears he can see stars forming in the vast expanse of his blackened pupils. “G- Goro!”
“Still no answer?” Goro’s hands let go of their favorite place on Akira’s body and instead reach to grip the back of Akira’s shoulder, encasing his ribs with his arms. He pulls out like before, but when he pushes in again, he makes Akira go down with all his might, colliding their hips together. “Cat got your tongue?”
“AH!” Akira’s arms shake around Goro’s head, and he rakes his nails along Goro’s shoulder blade just the way he likes it. “Go — Goro!!” In his eagerness, Akira tries to move in tandem with Goro’s movement, increasing the depth and the strength with which he pounds.
Loved inside Akira’s arms, drowning in Akira’s presence, something clicks in Goro. He used to see sex as something so weird, so foreign, until he met Akira. His whole world came crashing down the day he met the other man in June. Night after night, he had visions, imagined the leader of the phantom thieves sprawled on his bed, his features twisted in want and pleasure, swore he could smell him on his clothes each time he went to Leblanc. To this day, he still doesn’t know (and doesn’t want to know) how many pairs of gloves got ruined or defiled by his hand in public bathrooms when he couldn’t control himself any longer.
“Do you remember the first time we had sex?” Goro slows down, not to the point of being immobile; he’s still moving out to let only the tip of his cock in, going back in small centimeters by small centimeters.
“Mmmh-hmm,” Akira is still attached to Goro like a Koala to a tree, his head stuck against Goro’s shoulder.
“Use your words,” Goro punctuates his words with a slap to Akira’s buttcheek.
“It — it was in… Ah! In Penguin’s sniper.”
“Good boy.” Goro ups the cadence for a few seconds before going back to his agonizingly slow pace. “What else?”
“We made a bet,” Akira swallows, tries to unscramble his puzzled memories in the throes of ecstasy, “I lost.”
“And?”
“You —” Goro licks a broad stripe on Akira’s left nipple, “Aaah! You dragged me to the bathroom and … OH!” Kisses turns to small bites, red marks blooming all over Akira’s chest, “… Pushed me against the door and f-fingered me.” Babbles Akira to the best of his capacities.
“Shaking your ass around the pool table, showing your butt to everyone each time you bent over the felt,” Goro doesn’t, cannot control his pace anymore, restraint gone to the wind, “You drove me mad!” Each word is punctuated by a thrust to Akira’s sweet spot.
“AH! YES!” Akira scrambles to hold Goro as tightly as he can against his chest, “Faster, Goro, plea — Aaah — se!!”
“But you’re mine, Akira.” His teeth ache, Goro bites Akira’s shoulder with a ferocity he hadn’t had in a while, “MINE!” One of his hands reaches for Akira’s cock, stroking the flesh to match the piston of his hips.
“Yours!”
There are small signs that tip Goro as to when Akira is close: his legs close themselves around Goro’s waist to entice him to get ever closer, his arms shake with pleasure, his voice pitch higher and higher, rendering him almost speechless. And the two things that Goro likes the most: his insides tighten in rhythm with his nails digging into his back. Being this close, this linked to Akira is heaven on earth; it lights Goro’s nerve on fire, crystallizing his feelings for the other man clinging to him in his arms.
Gods, he loves Akira too much and not enough at the same time.
Still stroking his beloved’s length, Goro leaves his nipples alone to get closer to his ear. He gently bites the lobe, “Cum, Akira. Cum for me.” He knows his movements are chaotic and tries to target Akira’s sweet spot to the best of his abilities, “Come on, Joker.”
In an instant, Akira pushes itself from the wall, back arching to lean his torso onto Goro, and comes on their chests only to go limp the second after. It probably was one of Akira’s strongest orgasms in the past days, and fatigue is always second nature to the ex-thief after those kinds of activities. Goro doesn’t want to push too much, and with Akira tightening like a vice around him, it only takes a few more pumps to finish inside.
It takes a few long minutes for everything to come back to his body, white vision getting colors again, starting with the mop of black hair tucked under his chin and then the pastel blue of the tiled wall. Behind the molasse filling his ears, he thinks he can hear Akira’s breath as they both are coming down from their high. (And if Akira is whispering his name like a mantra right where his scar is, it’s between Goro and the world to know.) With trembling limbs, he hoists Akira a bit higher to slide out and reaches out to turn on the shower.
“Hnngh… Don’t move…” Grumbles the former thief.
“We’re dirty,” Goro turns on the hot water first, still ever careful knowing Akira has a disdain of cold water after everything, “A quick shower and I’m moving us to the bath.”
He holds Akira with one arm locked under his ass and uses his free hand to move the shower head around to clean any traces of sweat, cum, and blood. A little bit of soap where Goro thinks it’s necessary, and it only takes a minute before they both are in the bath. He moves them a bit, putting Akira’s back to his chest so he can hug him tight.
“I’ve missed you today,” Akira snuggles back to him, putting his head on Goro’s shoulder to look at the side of his face, “The days when you’re working and not at home are always the hardest…”
“‘Am sorry… I should have been home sooner.” Goro tightens his arms around his thief, slowly nosing his wet curls. He let his hands roam Akira’s body under water in simple caresses meant to only check if everything’s alright, “Feeling better?”
“With you here, always.” There’s a sheepish smile spreading on Akira’s lips, reaching his eyes with such innocence and love that Goro can feel the seams holding his heart together burst.
“Akira, there’s something I need to say…”
“Why so serious all of the sudden?”
“Shut up, it’s important.” Goro pushes the other man enough so he can rise and leave the warm embrace of both the water and Akira. The outside air is cold, only reduced by the speed at which his heart pumps the blood in his body.
Nothing went according to plan today. He had wanted to show Akira that he could be caring and soft in his love. Every step of his plan was ditched and had to be remade to fit a semblance of something thought-out. And this. This was the ultimate part of today. He reaches into his vest lying on the ground, and fetches a small velvet box tucked in his inner pocket.
“This is it.” With a shaky exhale, Goro tries to put himself back together. In two strides, he’s back in front of the bathtub and kneels in front of Akira, “Will you marry me, Akira ?”
Silence.
Akira’s eyes are as wide as saucers, darting between Goro’s face and the small black ring inside the box.
Panic seizes Goro’s limbs, and he goes on a ramble: “It’s not the ring that I wanted. I wanted something black with a red jewel to remind you of Joker, but they, instead of a ruby, put a damn sapphire, and now it’s black and blue, and I’m not sure you liked blue and —”
“Yes, Goro.” With shaky fingers, he reaches for the ring, slowly sliding it down his ring finger in front of a shocked Goro. “I’ll be yours forever!”
Goro goes to take Akira in his arms, lifting him up from the lukewarm water, and crushes his lips to Akira. “How about we celebrate with takeout, future Mister Akechi Akira?”