Akechi could force his fingers down a throat until Eren pukes up whatever good will remains between them.
It's the thought that excites him. That he could. That Eren would take it. That he might hold a grudge and make his future death agonizing, a fight brutal.
Eren takes him - all of him. Akechi keeps his fingers in, doesn't fight the grip on his wrist. Runs his fingertips along tongue and molar. Keeps his eyes focused on a bobbing throat, wet lips.]
What a sight you are.
[It's a taunt. It's cruel. There's no affection hidden in quiet voice, less in the way his own mouth rests against Eren's ear.]
Keep quiet - if you make any noise, I'll make sure it's your last.
[So easy. It would be so easy. He jerks his hand back, rough and against his teeth and-
Shoves it back with equal force - choking, painful, he's tempted to send his fingertips further every time. It's only the potential mess that stops him. Makes one leg curl around Eren's to trap him in place - his knee rubbing against Eren's groin, unintentional. He isn't kind enough.
His own breath comes out choppy short bursts against Eren's ear. The TV drones. Akechi's fingers don't stop their erratic onslaught and neither do his words. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you a whisper, a chant, louder than the narrator traveling across continents and worlds with them so close together. Akechi wants Eren to only hear him.]
[Akechi asks him to be silent; impossible. 'What a sight you are,' starts it before the warning can stop it - Eren, groaning, all but whimpering, with his hand still gripping Akechi's wrist.
[He's punished in kind, eyes flying open wide, as his mouth - his throat, nearly - is relentlessly fucked with Akechi's fingers. Of course he gags, of course he chokes, but he keeps himself from spitting Akechi out and making a mess. He doesn't want Akechi to stop for any reason, trying even to make the grinding against his leg as subtle as he can--
[It's useless. Eren gags and sputters and whines and humps at Akechi's leg with full force, hooking their legs together to keep him closer.
[Please, he thinks. If Akechi would just let him come, just not pull away, cruel. Just let me come. His free hand curls anxiously in Akechi's hair, tugging. Please, just let me come.]
Akechi wonders if a part of his own mind has snapped. The writhing, gagging, choking man breathing, whimpering, moaning against his skin - he can't take it. There's something in him that fundamentally rewrites itself when he's tangled against Eren's body. He wants more. Akechi's own breathing feels heavy, suddenly. He wants to dig fingers into every part of Eren's body until a bruise sticks for good.
They need to be quiet. Have to be quiet. Akechi doesn't want Eren to be quiet.
But he silences him anyway. Akechi's nails scrape against the inside of Eren's cheek as a warning. He pulls back against the grip around his wrist, with fingers grasping his own hair. His wet fingers slide over Eren's damp lips and-
Akechi replaces them with his tongue.
Eren will take what he wants with every grind against Akechi's leg. Akechi will seal that debt with every breath out of Eren's mouth. He wipes his hand against Eren's cheek, as if he's nothing more than a rag to him.
Some organisms thrive on decay spoken in the backdrop of a long forgotten movie, the TV's dull hum only feet away, but sounds like it's across the Machiya at this point. Some organisms thrive on decay and Akechi thinks that might be a pointed attack, as he devours Eren's mouth like a starving man.]
[Akechi gives, and Eren can't hide his gratitude. The taste of the other boy's tongue makes him groan in relief, his hips jerking ravenously against Akechi's thigh. He knows to be quiet - felt that warning, and moreover can only be obedient in the face of what is so clearly a gift.
[Akechi wants it too, and for once, he isn't making Eren fight. Eren groans again, a pitch higher, blissful as he comes, his fingers tangled in Akechi's hair. Warmth spills beneath the layers between them, but Eren only pulls tighter, wraps his legs tighter, whimpers louder--
[He can't hold too tight. He kisses Akechi's lips, because he knows they're about to be ripped away. He loosens his grip...]
[Desperation leaks out - between their lips, through fabric. He can't take it. A puppet with strings pulled too taut, Akechi's own gyrating hips are an escape from it. He doesn't want to get as worked up as Eren. Refuses, even as he moves against him at a slow, methodical pace and-
Eren comes - keeps Akechi close and tight against his warm body. Eren comes and starts to let go, as he should. As he knows to do. It's what they do when this situation happens. Pretend it never occurred and move on with their day.
He's tempted to continue - his body wants to. His mind wants to. His lips press against Eren's again and again like he can't stop, but-
It's not what they do and he refuse to reek of the same want that Eren exhibits. He's better than that. Always will be. A moment alone will solve this and he can do that later, after the movie, after he calms down, after it becomes an inconvenience instead of a want.
He lets out a low, steady breath against Eren's cheek and peels himself free from their tangled up grip. It's quiet. So quiet and then-]
We should rewind. [Steady. Calm. Pointed.] We missed vital information.
[Eren lets him go, but he doesn't go - not right away, and Eren's body jerks with the impulse to hang on tighter.
[After that, Akechi is gone. Eren swallows down a lump in his throat, heart racing in his chest, legs rubber. He doesn't know if Akechi will let him get close the same way they were when they started the film. He won't try right away, but...
[If there's any chance at all that he'll allow, Eren will take whatever inch of touch he can get. Keeping his distance feels as impossible as an impermanent death. He'll stay the night if he can.]
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Akechi could force his fingers down a throat until Eren pukes up whatever good will remains between them.
It's the thought that excites him. That he could. That Eren would take it. That he might hold a grudge and make his future death agonizing, a fight brutal.
Eren takes him - all of him. Akechi keeps his fingers in, doesn't fight the grip on his wrist. Runs his fingertips along tongue and molar. Keeps his eyes focused on a bobbing throat, wet lips.]
What a sight you are.
[It's a taunt. It's cruel. There's no affection hidden in quiet voice, less in the way his own mouth rests against Eren's ear.]
Keep quiet - if you make any noise, I'll make sure it's your last.
[So easy. It would be so easy. He jerks his hand back, rough and against his teeth and-
Shoves it back with equal force - choking, painful, he's tempted to send his fingertips further every time. It's only the potential mess that stops him. Makes one leg curl around Eren's to trap him in place - his knee rubbing against Eren's groin, unintentional. He isn't kind enough.
His own breath comes out choppy short bursts against Eren's ear. The TV drones. Akechi's fingers don't stop their erratic onslaught and neither do his words. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you a whisper, a chant, louder than the narrator traveling across continents and worlds with them so close together. Akechi wants Eren to only hear him.]
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[He's punished in kind, eyes flying open wide, as his mouth - his throat, nearly - is relentlessly fucked with Akechi's fingers. Of course he gags, of course he chokes, but he keeps himself from spitting Akechi out and making a mess. He doesn't want Akechi to stop for any reason, trying even to make the grinding against his leg as subtle as he can--
[It's useless. Eren gags and sputters and whines and humps at Akechi's leg with full force, hooking their legs together to keep him closer.
[Please, he thinks. If Akechi would just let him come, just not pull away, cruel. Just let me come. His free hand curls anxiously in Akechi's hair, tugging. Please, just let me come.]
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Akechi wonders if a part of his own mind has snapped. The writhing, gagging, choking man breathing, whimpering, moaning against his skin - he can't take it. There's something in him that fundamentally rewrites itself when he's tangled against Eren's body. He wants more. Akechi's own breathing feels heavy, suddenly. He wants to dig fingers into every part of Eren's body until a bruise sticks for good.
They need to be quiet. Have to be quiet. Akechi doesn't want Eren to be quiet.
But he silences him anyway. Akechi's nails scrape against the inside of Eren's cheek as a warning. He pulls back against the grip around his wrist, with fingers grasping his own hair. His wet fingers slide over Eren's damp lips and-
Akechi replaces them with his tongue.
Eren will take what he wants with every grind against Akechi's leg. Akechi will seal that debt with every breath out of Eren's mouth. He wipes his hand against Eren's cheek, as if he's nothing more than a rag to him.
Some organisms thrive on decay spoken in the backdrop of a long forgotten movie, the TV's dull hum only feet away, but sounds like it's across the Machiya at this point. Some organisms thrive on decay and Akechi thinks that might be a pointed attack, as he devours Eren's mouth like a starving man.]
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[Akechi wants it too, and for once, he isn't making Eren fight. Eren groans again, a pitch higher, blissful as he comes, his fingers tangled in Akechi's hair. Warmth spills beneath the layers between them, but Eren only pulls tighter, wraps his legs tighter, whimpers louder--
[He can't hold too tight. He kisses Akechi's lips, because he knows they're about to be ripped away. He loosens his grip...]
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Eren comes - keeps Akechi close and tight against his warm body. Eren comes and starts to let go, as he should. As he knows to do. It's what they do when this situation happens. Pretend it never occurred and move on with their day.
He's tempted to continue - his body wants to. His mind wants to. His lips press against Eren's again and again like he can't stop, but-
It's not what they do and he refuse to reek of the same want that Eren exhibits. He's better than that. Always will be. A moment alone will solve this and he can do that later, after the movie, after he calms down, after it becomes an inconvenience instead of a want.
He lets out a low, steady breath against Eren's cheek and peels himself free from their tangled up grip. It's quiet. So quiet and then-]
We should rewind. [Steady. Calm. Pointed.] We missed vital information.
we can wrap here...abububu
[After that, Akechi is gone. Eren swallows down a lump in his throat, heart racing in his chest, legs rubber. He doesn't know if Akechi will let him get close the same way they were when they started the film. He won't try right away, but...
[If there's any chance at all that he'll allow, Eren will take whatever inch of touch he can get. Keeping his distance feels as impossible as an impermanent death. He'll stay the night if he can.]