Akechi chokes air out of Eren's lungs and with that limited breath, he begs for more. Leans into more. Lets Akechi squeeze the warmth from his body and take it for himself the only way he's ever known how. Keeps talking. Kiss me. He hates Eren with every fiber of his being. Leans forward to tease a brush of his lips, to curl his fingers into flesh until they go completely numb from the pressure. Eren won't die, but Akechi wishes he would.]
No.
[Whispered against Eren's mouth, featherlight and quiet. An edge of cruelty and mockery in his tone. 'No' muttered again as he forces Eren to close the distance by pulling at his neck, unrelenting in his hold. It's the smallest movement, the shortest distance, but it's an overwhelming sense of power that makes his chest bloom with excitement. It's not the kiss - not even a kiss. Akechi uses Eren to warm his own frigid face. Waits for choked out words he can steal with his own parted lips. It's not a kiss - it's nothing. It's meaningless. It's pathetic - a god practically on his knees for something so fucking worthless.]
Get it from your house of consorts - I'm not among them.
[And he leans back, unclenches his fingers and lets them relax against his neck. Try again.]
[All breath is choked out of Eren. Akechi teases at his lips, and he feels warmth bloom low in his stomach, his head going foggy, dizzy. He moves his lips numbly against Akechi's, murmuring without words, taking whatever he can. He's wanted. He's wanted and wanted.
[Eren is released. He's ever human, sucking in a breath, chest heaving for more. He looks at Akechi, eyes wild.]
A man with no shortage of people to press his lips again - Akechi's infuriated. Doesn't care. Once a week - as if he can be negotiated with him. As if it matters. As if-
A gloved hand around Eren's throat is all he wants. Akechi wonders if he could press a blade to his spine - right now, it would be so simple. The back of his neck is a way to kill him and-
That's where his fingers rest now, against the nape, strands of hair caught under.]
It was a false world that put us together. Don't fall victim to it again - do you really think I'll fall in line with your pathetic little followers?
[Akechi will never give in. Never be his. Never be a numbered door on a goddamn farm. To be wanted - and this is it. To be wanted and it burns hot in his chest. Once a day, once a week - he murmurs against Eren's lips. ]
I won't do it. You've failed - this is where your little indulgence ends. If you try anymore, I'll retaliate.
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cw: suicidal ideation, murderous intent, assault CONT
Akechi chokes air out of Eren's lungs and with that limited breath, he begs for more. Leans into more. Lets Akechi squeeze the warmth from his body and take it for himself the only way he's ever known how. Keeps talking. Kiss me. He hates Eren with every fiber of his being. Leans forward to tease a brush of his lips, to curl his fingers into flesh until they go completely numb from the pressure. Eren won't die, but Akechi wishes he would.]
No.
[Whispered against Eren's mouth, featherlight and quiet. An edge of cruelty and mockery in his tone. 'No' muttered again as he forces Eren to close the distance by pulling at his neck, unrelenting in his hold. It's the smallest movement, the shortest distance, but it's an overwhelming sense of power that makes his chest bloom with excitement. It's not the kiss - not even a kiss. Akechi uses Eren to warm his own frigid face. Waits for choked out words he can steal with his own parted lips. It's not a kiss - it's nothing. It's meaningless. It's pathetic - a god practically on his knees for something so fucking worthless.]
Get it from your house of consorts - I'm not among them.
[And he leans back, unclenches his fingers and lets them relax against his neck. Try again.]
cw: not nsfw but close
[Eren is released. He's ever human, sucking in a breath, chest heaving for more. He looks at Akechi, eyes wild.]
Once a week. I want you. You...
cw: dear lord just dont read
like this.
From him.A man with no shortage of people to press his lips again - Akechi's infuriated. Doesn't care. Once a week - as if he can be negotiated with him. As if it matters. As if-
A gloved hand around Eren's throat is all he wants. Akechi wonders if he could press a blade to his spine - right now, it would be so simple. The back of his neck is a way to kill him and-
That's where his fingers rest now, against the nape, strands of hair caught under.]
It was a false world that put us together. Don't fall victim to it again - do you really think I'll fall in line with your pathetic little followers?
[Akechi will never give in. Never be his. Never be a numbered door on a goddamn farm. To be wanted - and this is it. To be wanted and it burns hot in his chest. Once a day, once a week - he murmurs against Eren's lips. ]
I won't do it. You've failed - this is where your little indulgence ends. If you try anymore, I'll retaliate.
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