crowspace | call me out v. 11.0

[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--

[Too much. Sometimes 'too much' is a good thing, but Takiji thinks of his own inexperience and the unpleasantness of gaggging. Reluctantly, he pulls back until he's just licking the head of Akutagawa's cock again.]

It's okay.

[It's okay if he can't last. It's okay if he lets go, and it's okay if when he comes, it gets on Takiji's face. No one ever choked from having come on their face.]

[Faintly, he thinks he should be embarrassed. Takiji's only really started and he's already falling apart entirely. Don't people get embarrassed about things like that? But he can't spare any of his attention for that; he's too busy staring at Takiji licking at him, at how pretty he is and how red and wet his mouth is. Panting, almost hyperventilating, he forces himself to relax his grip in Takiji's hair--he doesn't want to pull, he doesn't want to hurt Takiji, he just wants to watch Takiji's tongue lapping against him, he needs to--]

[Even though he clamps his hand down over his mouth, it's not enough to fully smother his wail when he comes. Against Takiji's mouth, across his cheek--Akutagawa screws his eyes shut, cheeks burning. Helplessly, blindly, he smooths down Takiji's hair with his shaking hand.]

[The expression Akutagawa makes as he comes is stunning. Takiji thinks that maybe he'll have to paint it, even if he never shows it to anyone.

Akutagawa has painted his come on Takiji's cheek and over his mouth. Takiji licks his lips clean, but lets the rest stay on his face for the moment as he climbs up to sit next to Akutagawa on the couch.]

We should do that again sometime.

[Not right now, because Akutagawa would literally die.]

[He might die still. Once he manages to focus enough to look at Takiji properly, his breath catches again. There's--]

Takiji, there's--your face.

[There's come on Takiji's face. Somehow, Akutagawa can feel himself going even redder. He reaches out in a clumsy, flustered attempt at cleaning it off.]

I thought there was something.

[Takiji shouldn't laugh at how flustered Akutagawa is. And he doesn't, but he can't help but smile. His boyfriend is so cute.

He lets Akutagawa wipe his face clean before wrapping his arms around him.

...He got hard just from making Akutagawa come. It's not particularly easy to ignore, and Akutagawa can almost certainly feel Takiji's arousal pressing against his leg, but he doesn't want to just ask Akutagawa to get him off. It's still a little embarrassing to say out loud.]

[He can feel it. As he comes back to himself, he's acutely aware of Takiji's hardness pressing against his leg. Against his stocking. It takes him a moment to come back to himself enough to know what to do about it, though.]

[Tentatively, a little shakily, he tucks himself back into his underwear, shivering a little at the sensation when he's so hypersensitive. Then he kisses at Takiji's jaw and shrugs his shirt off his shoulders in the same motion, slides out of Takiji's grip and onto his knees between Takiji's legs. Takiji got hard looking at him like this, so--maybe Takiji will like this. Him on his knees, wearing nothing but the clothes that intrigued Takiji so much in the first place.]

[Without saying a word, Akutagawa stares up at Takiji, presses his knees apart, and leans in to kiss at him through his clothes.]

[Takiji understands so much more clearly now why Akutagawa liked seeing him on his knees so much. It's not a gesture of submission - he would never make Akutagawa submit and he would never want him to - as much as adoration.

Except Akutagawa is clearly a hundred times sexier.]

Ryuunosuke...

[He's shivering even before he feels Akutagawa's mouth on him. When it does it draws out a whimper, and he gently threads his fingers through Akutagawa's hair.]

[It's still new enough, Takiji calling him by his first name and especially in intimate situations, that it makes him whimper, too, a soft sound pressed against the shape of Takiji under his clothes. It's so curious; he can feel the heat of Takiji's cock with his mouth even without direct contact.]

[He rubs his hands up Takiji's thighs, curls his fingers under Takiji's waistband.]

Can I take this off?

Anything you want.

[The answer leaves him instantly, but even if he'd thought about it longer he would have come up with the same response. Akutagawa can do anything he wants, because Takiji trusts him with all of himself. No matter what Akutagawa comes up with, Takiji doesn't fear that it'll cause pain or distress.

Takiji slips off his hoodie entirely, letting it fall to the floor.]

[Oh.]

[For a moment he just blinks up owlishly at Takiji. Anything you want. He can tell it's not deliberate by the look on Takiji's face; his boyfriend isn't one for artifice. He can tell, too, the next moment when Takiji takes off his hood. This is . . . very vulnerable for him. For both of them.]

[But Akutagawa isn't afraid of it either, of being vulnerable in this way. He likes to be on his knees in front of Takiji. He likes the way Takiji looks at him. So of course he takes what he wants: undoes Takiji's pants and pulls them down over his hips, underwear too. He--maybe is a little impatient. It only shows in the movement of his hands, pulling at fabric quicker than he would usually, and the way he taps at Takiji's ankles.]

Lift. I want them off. [He doesn't even realize how abrupt it is. He just--wants to put his mouth on Takiji properly. He wants to know what it's like.]

[Both of them are vulnerable here, shedding their clothes that keep them safe. Vaguely, Takiji wonders how hard it was for Akutagawa to leave his coat in the other room, his weapon and his armor.

That's in the other room. Here and now, Takiji lifts his ankles and helps Akutagawa pull his pants and underwear off of his legs. Those clothes join the growing pile on the floor.]

I don't know if I can restrain myself very well.

[He doesn't want to hit Akutagawa in the face with anything, but he's easily overwhelmed.]

Edited (there was a period here) 2018-05-23 04:10 (UTC)

[Suddenly he's beginning to regret leaving Rashomon behind, not because he feels unsafe but because Rashomon could hold Takiji down. And Takiji likes that, he remembers--very clearly he remembers. Still.]

I'll be careful.

[He's not that worried. He knows Takiji well. He isn't planning to be overly ambitious. And, as he leans up and places a hand firmly on Takiji's hip, he reminds them both that he's stronger than he looks these days, even without Rashomon.]

[The task at hand is totally new to him, though. He starts slowly, like Takiji did. First he brushes his fingertips against the head, soft teasing touches to where he knows Takiji is most sensitive. Then he curls his fingers around, loosely holding Takiji in place, and flicks his tongue against the tip of Takiji's cock.]

[Takiji knows that Akutagawa is strong, so when Akutagawa holds his hip down, it's a relief. He can relax when he's in Akutagawa's hands.

Or - he could relax if Akutagawa didn't immediately set to work. But Akutagawa goes about this as carefully and thoroughly as he goes about learning anything else, wanting to learn exactly what makes Takiji feel the best.

As always, he's a quick learner.]

Ryuunosuke- Ryuu-

[He holds onto Akutagawa's hair a little tighter than he meant to, then forces himself to let go.]

[He can't help but smile at the sound of his name on Takiji's lips. It's not a very sly smile, either; just soft and pleased and a little surprised.]

Takiji. You can do that again.

[It's. Kind of nice, being held onto like that. Rubbing the underside with his thumb, he goes back to licking at the head. He knows it's probably not enough, but he wants to. He's getting used to the taste, and he likes the way Takiji twitches under him, and the shape of Takiji under his tongue.]

[No, it's not enough, but it's still a lot to have Akutagawa licking him like this. A lot to have him smiling at Takiji's reactions, happy just to please. Takiji shudders underneath Akutagawa's hands and tongue.

Carefully, he holds onto Akutagawa's hair again, with a much looser grip this time. He would hardly deny him anything he asked for, especially when he needs something to grab onto, something stable in an ocean of feeling.]

Better?

Yes. Perfect.

[Hm. And--he ducks his head, licking the underside from the base to the tip, before laying his head against the inside of Takiji's thigh.]

I don't mind if you pull a little.

[He hopes that Takiji will. It was sort of interesting; he'd like to try it again. But that's up to Takiji, of course. His job right now is to make Takiji feel good, so he slides his lips around the tip again, then a little more, pressing his tongue up close before pulling back. It feels clumsy and strange, but good at the same time.]

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