[There is a long, long moment when Akutagawa just. Sits there. His expression doesn't change, he doesn't blink, he doesn't move. The only thing that happens is he gradually goes absolutely, unbelievably red.]
[Oh, he thinks, somewhat dizzily. At least now I know.]
[After a while, he manages a nod.]
Uh-huh.
[. . . HE'S STILL GONNA BE SHORT CIRCUITING FOR A MINUTE HERE THOUGH]
[Someone else might have laughed at Akutagawa here. Takiji understands his position too well to do anything like that, but he does recognize that it's funny how he can stun him into total stillness just by asking him to have sex with him.]
...I don't think I can take my clothes off like this.
[The stunned silence has given way to a thoughtful one, which means that Akutagawa nods. He's heard, he understands; more than that, he thinks he knows what to do next, although he takes another few moments to think it all through.]
[Once he has, Rashomon pulls back, curling back into his coat as he pulls away and stands, loosening the cloth around his throat.]
You should get undressed and find a way to lie comfortably, I think. [While he wanders around the other side of the bed to fold the cloth and leave it on top of his dresser, then toe off his socks and unbutton his coat. That does seem to be all he wants rid of, though, clothing-wise.]
[Takiji undresses himself more completely - hoodie and all. They're deposited on the floor in a small pile, because he honestly doesn't care much about getting his clothes wrinkled right now.
Having done that, he settles on his back with his head resting on a pillow. It's as comfortable as he could expect, and he hasn't had much experience with this particular act to know exactly what's going to be sore in the morning, apart from the obvious.]
[If he's going to do this the way that Takiji wants, which he's incredibly dedicated to, he's going to have to leave the coat on. It's not ideal, but it's not terrible, either. An idle part of Akutagawa's mind wonders if Takiji will enjoy that, too. It's possible. What's certain is that getting completely undressed except for a heavy coat would just look silly, so he doesn't bother.]
[The most important thing he does on the way back to the bed is open a side drawer in his dresser and pull out a bottle of lube and a single, sealed condom. Which he bought, thanks, and aren't the same brand Musha apparently prefers, so take that.]
[These go on the bedside table. Akutagawa sits down next to Takiji, legs crossed, and looks him over, clearly pleased.]
[Well obviously it's not silly when Takiji does it? Nothing Takiji does is silly.]
[He's got such a nice smile. Akutagawa smiles back down at him, tentative but honestly pleased. He brushes the hair back from Takiji's forehead.]
All right.
[Out comes Rashomon, dark and red and crackling faintly with energy. It spreads over Takiji, shoulders to waist and thighs to ankles, with surprising efficiency, although it doesn't still, not yet. Akutagawa looks him over thoughtfully as it moves, playing with patterns, then with tautness.]
[In the end, he settles on something approximating netting rather than rope--fewer negative connotations, and he likes the way it looks. He leaves it tight, too, not enough to hurt but certainly snug.]
[As he brushes his hand over Takiji's stomach, Rashomon moves for him and reforms in the wake of his hand. He glances up to meet Takiji's eyes.]
[Handcuffs would be more a problem than rope, and he would have made his objections to those clear - but the netting is thoughtful, comfortable. Takiji's glad that Akutagawa thinks about how to make him feel at ease.]
It's good. It doesn't hurt any.
[Rashomon all around him and over him is a comfort, not a threat.]
[That's so good. The corner of his mouth flickers again as he looks from Takiji's eyes down. It does look nice, he thinks, the way Takiji's arms press against his sides, how comfortable he looks despite being so confined.]
[Soft and thoughtful, as he unfolds from his sitting position and crawls over Takiji. Takiji, who's still flushed and happy, still very beautiful. He'll never stop being too beautiful for words.]
[Akutagawa leans down and kisses him. This kiss is also soft and thoughtful, but probably not for long. There's something about this kind of kiss that helps him learn how Takiji's feeling--whether he's impatient or not--and learning that is what he wants right now.]
[It's difficult not to be impatient. They've only just started, Takiji knows - and he's a little embarrassed over already being this worked up, but that's how things are right now. That's what has Takiji deepening the kiss as best he can with very little leverage.
Rashomon is Akutagawa, and he already has this much of Akutagawa. He doesn't think he can stay soft and chaste.]
[It's not a surprise, really. Takiji rarely wants something so much he pushes past this level of embarrassment to get it. This is important to him; he wants it a lot. And maybe someday Akutagawa will respond to Takiji needing something so strongly with teasing denial, but not today. Maybe never. It's too nice giving Takiji what he wants.]
[So that's what he does now. He still won't touch anywhere else, hands braced on either side of Takiji's head, but he's much better at kissing now. He knows how to make a kiss deep and hot and demanding. He knows that it's okay, not strange, if he lets his tongue flick against Takiji's lower lip. That kind of little tease can be very good, when Takiji is in this sort of mood.]
[Akutagawa is a quick learner. Takiji's not half bad, either - he knows that Akutagawa likes Takiji being loud, that it gives him permission to be loud as well when Takiji's moan slips out of his mouth and into the kiss. He knows how to return a deep and needy kiss measure for measure, how it's not strange, but an invitation if his lips part during a kiss like that.
He doesn't have much to use besides his mouth, so he'll make the most of that.]
[On some level Akutagawa knows it's okay by now, but permission is always encouraging. Takiji's moans make his toes curl; more than that, they push a low rumble, nearly a growl, out of his chest and into Takiji's mouth.]
[He bites down--not hard, but slow--on Takiji's lower lip, tugging gently before letting go and moving back to kiss Takiji how he wants to be kissed. It's deep, it's rough; he lets himself in, his tongue curling against Takiji's before shying away so he can bite again, just a little. It feels good. Soft and chaste is overrated, really.]
[Soft and chaste kisses have a place, but this isn't it. He'd rather have those biting kisses now.]
Aku-
[Akutagawa's name is too long to get out in one gasp. One of his boyfriend's few flaws.
Takiji's body is trying to arch up towards Akutagawa without him telling it to, but Rashomon keeps him mostly still. It's maddening in the same way that it's arousing.]
[It's funny. He doesn't want to tease Takiji. That's not his motivation. He just likes . . . this thing that's happening, the way Takiji's desperation manifests. Takiji seems to like it, too. He thinks Takiji wants it. So it's mutually beneficial, he thinks.]
[Well, that's not quite true. He isn't thinking that hard about this. He's just doing what feels right, trusting in Takiji's trust of him.]
You want me to touch you.
[Quiet and breathy, pressed into another sharp kiss. This isn't a question, either, but he does want to hear it said.]
[He does want it. If he didn't want it, he'd make it clearly known and it would stop. This isn't something that Akutagawa's withholding from him without his consent.
The people who call this 'torture' have never actually been tortured.]
[He does like it. Very much so. It makes him moan against Takiji's mouth, the way this unbelievably beautiful man wants him to please, please make me feel good.]
I want to touch you.
[But he doesn't want to stop kissing quite yet. So he chooses not to, shifting his weight so he can brush his fingers against Takiji's chest. This time he doesn't make Rashomon move for him, touching Takiji through one of the gaps instead. He bites down on Takiji's lip again at the same time the pad of his thumb brushes over Takiji's nipple.]
[Rashomon doesn't have to move aside, because even that small touch draws out a gasp from Takiji, lost somewhere between his lips and Akutagawa's.
Akutagawa wants to touch him, and just that he wants to do that makes Takiji feel good. The actual contact is pleasurable beyond any of Takiji's words.
[Akutagawa pulls back, away from the kiss. This probably wasn't Takiji's intention even a little bit, but Akutagawa needs to see him. Not just to feel the way he arches, begging for touch, but to see it.]
[It's the most beautiful thing on earth. Without thinking about it much, Akutagawa bites his lip, repeating the movement of his thumb, then once more with a slight graze of his thumbnail.]
If you want more, I'll give it to you. If there's somewhere else you want me to touch you, I will. Just tell me.
[It's fine. Honestly, Akutagawa will probably look back on himself and be baffled by his own behavior. Why did he ask that? The answer was obvious. Sex is strange, and he so rarely understands it.]
[He understands Takiji perfectly, though. Takiji wants to be touched everywhere. It makes him smile.]
Okay.
[His hand splays across Takiji's chest, then runs down to his stomach, Rashomon making space for uninterrupted movement. But that's where he stops. Kind of. Kind of, because Rashomon keeps moving. As Akutagawa kisses Takiji gently and rubs slow, soothing circles on his stomach, it's Rashomon that moves just that little bit more to brush against his cock.]
[It's a little warmer than Akutagawa's hand would be. It doesn't feel like a hand at all, really. More than anything, it feels like the rush of Rashomon a few minutes ago, flowing excitedly to lace through Takiji's fingers. It's very recognizable.]
[It's recognizable, familiar, comforting, but Takiji definitely hasn't felt it in this way before. There's a difference between Rashomon holding his hand and Rashomon brushing against his cock.
The moan that leaves Takiji's lips doesn't resemble words so much as pure pleasure and need. He pushes more into Rashomon's touch, as much as he can, not caring at all about what someone else might think about wanting the touch of what Akutagawa most often uses as a weapon. It doesn't matter - it's Akutagawa, as much as his hands are.
It's a shame that he can't keep his eyes open, because Akutagawa's smile is wonderful to look at... but between the kiss and where Akutagawa is touching him (everywhere), there's no way he can manage to open his eyes. If he could, they might be too hazy to actually see anything.]
[That sound out of Takiji's mouth is the most beautiful sound Akutagawa has ever heard. It makes him gasp, then moan back against Takiji's lips, and the sound he makes is the same: all want, all need. He wants, he needs to hear it again.]
[So he doesn't hesitate. It's quick and easy for Rashomon to go from a tiny touch to a solid one, wrapping around Takiji's cock from top to bottom. It never quite stops moving, though. It's part of Akutagawa. It's as excited as he is. So it moves frenetically even when it's still, and when it settles into a careful, pulsing rhythm, that exuberance is still there underneath.]
[As he kisses Takiji fiercely, rubbing his thumbs against the curve of his hipbones, Akutagawa can't help but think that he'd very much like to make Takiji come like this. He's so worked up already . . . But that isn't what Takiji asked for. He has to remember.]
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[Oh, he thinks, somewhat dizzily. At least now I know.]
[After a while, he manages a nod.]
Uh-huh.
[. . . HE'S STILL GONNA BE SHORT CIRCUITING FOR A MINUTE HERE THOUGH]
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...I don't think I can take my clothes off like this.
[His arms are sort of useless right now.]
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[Once he has, Rashomon pulls back, curling back into his coat as he pulls away and stands, loosening the cloth around his throat.]
You should get undressed and find a way to lie comfortably, I think. [While he wanders around the other side of the bed to fold the cloth and leave it on top of his dresser, then toe off his socks and unbutton his coat. That does seem to be all he wants rid of, though, clothing-wise.]
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Having done that, he settles on his back with his head resting on a pillow. It's as comfortable as he could expect, and he hasn't had much experience with this particular act to know exactly what's going to be sore in the morning, apart from the obvious.]
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[The most important thing he does on the way back to the bed is open a side drawer in his dresser and pull out a bottle of lube and a single, sealed condom. Which he bought, thanks, and aren't the same brand Musha apparently prefers, so take that.]
[These go on the bedside table. Akutagawa sits down next to Takiji, legs crossed, and looks him over, clearly pleased.]
You're comfortable now?
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Right now, Takiji smiles up at Akutagawa. He's blushing, but equally as pleased.]
Yes. You can go ahead.
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[He's got such a nice smile. Akutagawa smiles back down at him, tentative but honestly pleased. He brushes the hair back from Takiji's forehead.]
All right.
[Out comes Rashomon, dark and red and crackling faintly with energy. It spreads over Takiji, shoulders to waist and thighs to ankles, with surprising efficiency, although it doesn't still, not yet. Akutagawa looks him over thoughtfully as it moves, playing with patterns, then with tautness.]
[In the end, he settles on something approximating netting rather than rope--fewer negative connotations, and he likes the way it looks. He leaves it tight, too, not enough to hurt but certainly snug.]
[As he brushes his hand over Takiji's stomach, Rashomon moves for him and reforms in the wake of his hand. He glances up to meet Takiji's eyes.]
How does that feel?
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It's good. It doesn't hurt any.
[Rashomon all around him and over him is a comfort, not a threat.]
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[That's so good. The corner of his mouth flickers again as he looks from Takiji's eyes down. It does look nice, he thinks, the way Takiji's arms press against his sides, how comfortable he looks despite being so confined.]
You're beautiful.
You want me to kiss you. [Not quite a question.]
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[It's not a question, just an acknowledgement of fact, but Takiji confirms it anyway, sighting softly.]
Please kiss me.
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[Soft and thoughtful, as he unfolds from his sitting position and crawls over Takiji. Takiji, who's still flushed and happy, still very beautiful. He'll never stop being too beautiful for words.]
[Akutagawa leans down and kisses him. This kiss is also soft and thoughtful, but probably not for long. There's something about this kind of kiss that helps him learn how Takiji's feeling--whether he's impatient or not--and learning that is what he wants right now.]
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Rashomon is Akutagawa, and he already has this much of Akutagawa. He doesn't think he can stay soft and chaste.]
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[It's not a surprise, really. Takiji rarely wants something so much he pushes past this level of embarrassment to get it. This is important to him; he wants it a lot. And maybe someday Akutagawa will respond to Takiji needing something so strongly with teasing denial, but not today. Maybe never. It's too nice giving Takiji what he wants.]
[So that's what he does now. He still won't touch anywhere else, hands braced on either side of Takiji's head, but he's much better at kissing now. He knows how to make a kiss deep and hot and demanding. He knows that it's okay, not strange, if he lets his tongue flick against Takiji's lower lip. That kind of little tease can be very good, when Takiji is in this sort of mood.]
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He doesn't have much to use besides his mouth, so he'll make the most of that.]
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[He bites down--not hard, but slow--on Takiji's lower lip, tugging gently before letting go and moving back to kiss Takiji how he wants to be kissed. It's deep, it's rough; he lets himself in, his tongue curling against Takiji's before shying away so he can bite again, just a little. It feels good. Soft and chaste is overrated, really.]
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Aku-
[Akutagawa's name is too long to get out in one gasp. One of his boyfriend's few flaws.
Takiji's body is trying to arch up towards Akutagawa without him telling it to, but Rashomon keeps him mostly still. It's maddening in the same way that it's arousing.]
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[Well, that's not quite true. He isn't thinking that hard about this. He's just doing what feels right, trusting in Takiji's trust of him.]
You want me to touch you.
[Quiet and breathy, pressed into another sharp kiss. This isn't a question, either, but he does want to hear it said.]
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The people who call this 'torture' have never actually been tortured.]
Please touch me. Please.
[Akutagawa likes it when he says 'please'.]
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I want to touch you.
[But he doesn't want to stop kissing quite yet. So he chooses not to, shifting his weight so he can brush his fingers against Takiji's chest. This time he doesn't make Rashomon move for him, touching Takiji through one of the gaps instead. He bites down on Takiji's lip again at the same time the pad of his thumb brushes over Takiji's nipple.]
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Akutagawa wants to touch him, and just that he wants to do that makes Takiji feel good. The actual contact is pleasurable beyond any of Takiji's words.
His back arches again, the most it can.]
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[It's the most beautiful thing on earth. Without thinking about it much, Akutagawa bites his lip, repeating the movement of his thumb, then once more with a slight graze of his thumbnail.]
If you want more, I'll give it to you. If there's somewhere else you want me to touch you, I will. Just tell me.
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Instead - in between the gasps that Akutagawa's touch draws out of him-]
Please touch me everywhere.
[That covers everything without him being direct, so it's fine??]
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[He understands Takiji perfectly, though. Takiji wants to be touched everywhere. It makes him smile.]
Okay.
[His hand splays across Takiji's chest, then runs down to his stomach, Rashomon making space for uninterrupted movement. But that's where he stops. Kind of. Kind of, because Rashomon keeps moving. As Akutagawa kisses Takiji gently and rubs slow, soothing circles on his stomach, it's Rashomon that moves just that little bit more to brush against his cock.]
[It's a little warmer than Akutagawa's hand would be. It doesn't feel like a hand at all, really. More than anything, it feels like the rush of Rashomon a few minutes ago, flowing excitedly to lace through Takiji's fingers. It's very recognizable.]
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The moan that leaves Takiji's lips doesn't resemble words so much as pure pleasure and need. He pushes more into Rashomon's touch, as much as he can, not caring at all about what someone else might think about wanting the touch of what Akutagawa most often uses as a weapon. It doesn't matter - it's Akutagawa, as much as his hands are.
It's a shame that he can't keep his eyes open, because Akutagawa's smile is wonderful to look at... but between the kiss and where Akutagawa is touching him (everywhere), there's no way he can manage to open his eyes. If he could, they might be too hazy to actually see anything.]
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[So he doesn't hesitate. It's quick and easy for Rashomon to go from a tiny touch to a solid one, wrapping around Takiji's cock from top to bottom. It never quite stops moving, though. It's part of Akutagawa. It's as excited as he is. So it moves frenetically even when it's still, and when it settles into a careful, pulsing rhythm, that exuberance is still there underneath.]
[As he kisses Takiji fiercely, rubbing his thumbs against the curve of his hipbones, Akutagawa can't help but think that he'd very much like to make Takiji come like this. He's so worked up already . . . But that isn't what Takiji asked for. He has to remember.]
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