crowspace | call me out v. 11.0

[Hm. Apparently, they look good on him. Maybe that magazine wasn't wrong after all. He still doesn't quite understand it, but maybe . . .]

[He quirks a small, amused smile.]

You can only see my feet, Takiji. And I didn't until yesterday. I thought they were--

[For a moment he falters. But just for a moment.]

Pretty. [Pretty. Very indulgent. Not him at all, except for today, apparently.]

Your feet look good. I'm sure the rest of your legs do too.

[So he's not wrong or just saying empty words, even if he can only see Akutagawa's feet.]

Do you like wearing them?

[Because even if they do look good on Akutagawa, if he's not comfortable then there's no reason to keep wearing them.]

[That's almost funny. But he knows Takiji means it, too. So he doesn't laugh, even though it's tempting.]

I think so. [Pursing his lips, he hesitates, then nods.] Yes. They aren't restrictive or itchy like I thought they might be. They look interesting.

. . . They made you blush, didn't they. [It isn't honestly a question. He knows.]

Yes.

[There's no point in denying it. He's clearly blushing right now. Akutagawa can see it.]

That's interesting. I wasn't sure if it was true that other people would like them that much.

[And . . . he puts his legs in Takiji's lap, experimentally.]

[It doesn't make Takiji's blush disappear, but that probably wasn't Akutagawa's goal in this experiment.

It does make Takiji take in a sharp breath of air before gently rubbing one hand over a stocking-clad portion of Akutagawa's leg. He likes touching Akutagawa normally - of course he does - but the texture change brings renewed fascination with it.]

[His goal at the moment is nothing more than information-gathering. The reason he's gathering the information is a little more complicated, though. One: he wants to know what will happen. Two: he is very much enjoying the way Takiji reacts to something so simple. He doesn't see himself as good at very many things that aren't violence, but it seems he is good at this, whatever this is.]

[Humming at the touch, he flexes his ankle curiously.]

What are you thinking?

[He's good at distracting Takiji - he always has been. No one can grab Takiji's attention like Akutagawa can. Sometimes it's not sexual, and sometimes it's like this.]

That I would like to see more than just your feet.

[If Akutagawa asks the question, then Takiji will answer honestly. Trust is important, after all.]

[Akutagawa blinks. Somehow, he wasn't expecting that. It seems . . . bold, even though it makes sense for the mounting tension between them. He can feel it. It's made his mouth go dry. All over clothes.]

[After a moment, he stands, then leans forward to press a hand against Takiji's chest.]

Stay, [he says, and slinks into the bedroom. He takes his time getting undressed to catch his breath, to compose himself; his pants end up neatly folded on a chair, his coat hung up in the closet. He considers, as he unbuttons his shirt, that he would never have put it so far away before Takiji, and steps into the closet to look at himself in the mirror on the door.]

[He was going to take his shirt off, to let Takiji see all of him at once. But when he unbuttons the last button on his shirt and sees himself in the mirror, mostly bare but deliberately not quite--]

[He looks good. Somehow. His stomach flips with confusion and nerves, but he steps out and into the living room before he can change his mind, walks over to stand before Takiji on the couch, and just. Waits.]

[Akutagawa says to stay, so Takiji will stay, even if it does spike his nerves when Akutagawa takes his time in the other room. He knows that this is probably much more nervewracking for Akutagawa than for himself, and he can be patient waiting for-

Waiting for Akutagawa to come back showing much more than just his feet.

Takiji feels lightheaded. He can't tear his eyes away from the stockings, the garters, the lacy underwear. The book that he was trying to read to distract himself drops out of his hand and onto the floor, and he doesn't even notice.]

Ryuunosuke.

[He breathes the name out like he's witnessing a miracle.]

[Whatever Akutagawa was expecting, it wasn't this. Takiji looks . . . transported, just because of this. Akutagawa can't look away from his face, looking at him like that, and he definitely can't keep from flushing this time.]

[When Takiji says his name, it hits him like a train. He has to close his eyes against the force of that wave of arousal, suck in a breath because--he hadn't considered what it would feel like, getting hard against lace, but it's new and different and overwhelming. He forces himself not to fidget when he opens his eyes again.]

You like it.

[It's a stupid thing to say, but he can't manage to be embarrassed about it. Not when Takiji is looking at him like that.]

Yes.

[It's not stupid. It's just obvious. There's a difference.

Takiji can see Akutagawa starting to get hard, straining against the lace, and he has to suck in a deep breath or he might faint. He might faint anyway, since all the blood-substitute in him has rushed to his cheeks and his groin.]

Can I...?

[He doesn't have the words for what he wants permission to do - he only knows that he wants so badly for Akutagawa to let him do it.]

[At first, Akutagawa waits for the end of the sentence. He cocks his head to one side, watching Takiji, waiting. But it doesn't come--because, he realizes, Takiji is too overwhelmed to know what he wants.]

[That's . . .]

[He breathes in sharply. Nods.]

Anything you want.

[Which has never been easy for him to say. But right now, for Takiji--yes. Right now, he can.]

[For Akutagawa, who trusts people even less than Takiji does, to say you can do anything you want - it's more than Takiji ever thought he would hear. That was alright, he wouldn't push Akutagawa any more than Akutagawa pushes him, but for Akutagawa to volunteer those words for him-

He stands, crosses the few paces (a few too many) between him and Akutagawa.]

I love you so much.

[He threads his fingers through Akutagawa's hair and kisses him, more desperate and needy than he could ever express through words alone.]

[The moment Takiji is pressed against him, the moment he feels those fingers in his hair, is the moment Akutagawa goes weaker than he ever wanted to be. His heart is beating so hard he can't breathe evenly, and his knees feel weak and unsteady.]

[But it isn't dangerous, not with Takiji here. Takiji is here, and so he can lean up against him, press his body against Takiji's and wind his own fingers through Takiji's hair and kiss him back, breathless and demanding. He says I love you, but it gets muffled against Takiji's mouth--and that's fine, because Takiji knows. He does.]

[Akutagawa has told him that he loves him, in anything you want, in I trust you. Takiji doesn't need to hear the words exactly, because Akutagawa tells him in other ways.

Akutagawa's kiss is demanding, and Takiji wants to give everything Akutagawa demands. He presses up against Akutagawa and can feel his excitement as well as he knows that Akutagawa can feel his. He wants- he wants-

Reluctantly, he pulls back enough to speak.]

Sit on the couch. Please?

[He knows what he wants now. Or - he's known what he wants the whole time, to make Akutagawa feel amazing, and he has an idea of how to go about it.]

[Once Akutagawa starts kissing Takiji, he hates to stop--especially when it's like this, when the two of them manage to stumble on something electrifying and new, something that they both need nearly as much as breathing. When Takiji pulls back, he can't help but whine, even though it's fine, of course it's fine, for Takiji to ask for what he wants.]

[Licking his lips, he nods, a little dazed.]

Okay.

[He doesn't feel quiet, he feels on fire, but his voice comes out soft as he stumbles back to sit where Takiji was sitting. He likes this spot, still warm and safe from Takiji's body as he gets settled. His posture is looser than usual as he looks up at Takiji, curious but not quite impatient.]

[It's always hard to stop kissing Akutagawa, but Takiji can just barely manage it if it's necessary for something he wants even more.

Akutagawa's posture is looser, and that makes it easier for Takiji to settle in between his boyfriend's legs, kneeling on the floor and looking up at him. It's not a position he's used to, but it's not terribly uncomfortable either, and it lets him lay soft kisses on the inside of Akutagawa's thighs. Kisses are dropped over stockings, over bare skin - over the shape of Akutagawa's arousal through the layers of lace.

If he ruins the lace by licking Akutagawa through it, he'll apologize later. Much later.]

[Oh. Takiji is on the floor, between his legs. Which is not what Akutagawa expected. To be fair, he wasn't really expecting anything. He's too turned on by how much Takiji's turned on to think even five seconds in the future. But the way Takiji's looking at him right now is so much, so overwhelming, even before he starts kissing.]

[Akutagawa is quiet, usually. But his emotions are all over the place this time; he feels vulnerable, but safe, too, safer even than he usually does with Takiji. He feels terribly, terribly wanted, exposed and worshiped because Takiji wants him so badly that he's on the floor. So Akutagawa can't help squirming, trying to stay still despite his breath catching and his cock twitching even before Takiji gets anywhere close. He's already whimpering, unable to stop himself, when he feels Takiji's breath and mouth on him through lace, and he just--whines.]

Takiji, [he mumbles helplessly, clumsily flushed, fingers digging into the cushions.] It's--you-- Please, keep doing that.

[Akutagawa isn't often loud, and so Takiji prizes these reactions more than any amount of money, more than the value of those clothes. He would gladly worship Akutagawa's body all night, but he thinks that would be too mean.]

Alright. [He murmurs the word against Akutagawa's inner thigh, before pulling Akutagawa's underwear down, just enough to get it out of the way. Then the kisses and licks are repeated, this time without the barrier of fabric getting in the way.

Akutagawa tastes like Takiji expected him to taste, like skin. It's not a bad taste, he thinks, licking over the head. More than a fair exchange for making Akutagawa feel adored.]

[Akutagawa wouldn't mind. He wants so badly to be wanted, he'd let Takiji take all night if he wanted to. But right now the idea of doing something different can't occur to him. He's too focused in this moment, in the feeling of Takiji's voice buzzing and breath hot against his thigh, to consider any alternatives.]

[When Takiji pulls his underwear down, he looks down, dazed and uncertain. It makes sense, but also doesn't, because he can't think at all. But then Takiji puts his mouth on him, and Akutagawa gasps and digs his heels into the floor to keep from jerking up into Takiji's mouth. It's so good, hot and wet, almost too much but perfect, too. He whines in the back of his throat, fingers twitching where they dig into the cushions. He wants to touch, but he doesn't know if it's okay, and he's too busy looking at Takiji licking him to ask.]

[Takiji can't get enough of Akutagawa's reactions, his gasps, the way his body twitches. He should have done this long ago.

He doesn't expect Akutagawa to talk much. He doesn't want to talk much either - that would mean taking his mouth off Akutagawa for at least a fraction of a second - so he'll show. He pulls his hood down, meaning without words: I want you to touch.

Licking is amazing, but there's something else he's heard people enjoy even more, and while he's not sure he'll be good at it - what if he gags? what if he scratches Akutagawa with his teeth on accident? - he's sure he wants to try. Carefully, he wraps his lips around the head of Akutagawa's cock, just sucking on that for a few seconds.]

[It's so overwhelming. Just looking at Takiji, not even feeling him, would be overwhelming for Akutagawa. He's getting so many mixed signals; kneeling before someone is supposed to be submissive, even humiliating in his experience, but this isn't like that at all. There's a jolt of confusing arousal from the expectation and another thrill entirely from the fact that it doesn't apply, not here and now with Takiji, who wants him so badly he's on his knees. Who trusts him so much that he takes his hood down like it's nothing.]

[Nothing could have prepared him for that gentle suction, though. It's like nothing Akutagawa has ever felt before, tight and warm and wet but not like being inside Takiji and definitely nothing like his hand. It's almost too much, too sensitive, just on the edge of overstimulating before it jolts over into incredibly good. He feels his cock twitch and covers his face with one hand, whimpering, as the fingers of his other hand fumble for and tighten in Takiji's hair.]

[Being on his knees should be submissive - but it's not, because Takiji can tell how overwhelmed Akutagawa is right now. Having his hood down and Akutagawa gripping his hair should be uncomfortable, unsafe - but it's not, because it just makes Takiji feel good about how he's making Akutagawa feel that Akutagawa needs that grip as an anchor. Having Akutagawa's cock in his mouth should be weird - and it is, sort of, in the sense that anything Takiji's not used to doing is weird.

He's always been a fast learner, though. And now that he's seen how Akutagawa reacts to this much, he knows he wants to try for more. Slowly, so as not to risk choking, he slides further down Akutagawa's cock, taking more of him in his mouth to suck on and to tease with his tongue.

He's going to have to do this again sometime.]

[Oh.]

Oh, [Akutagawa says, his gaze snapping back to Takiji, watching as more of his length disappears into Takiji's mouth.] Oh, [he says again, stunned at the feeling of it, being surrounded by wet heat and careful suction. He's out of ohs by the time Takiji starts using his tongue, and has to bite down on his knuckles instead to keep his noises quiet.]

[It's so hard to stay still. He wants to move up into Takiji's mouth. Usually he can move, it's okay, but now he can't. It's left him shaking with the effort of staying still, being good. If he didn't have Takiji's hair to hang onto, he might not be able to hang on at all.]

Takiji-- [His breath catches; he tugs a little, bites down on his wrist and manages words.] Takiji, it's too much, I can't--please, Takiji--

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