crowspace | call me out v. 11.0

[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.]

[If it feels good for Akutagawa, then for Takiji it feels absolutely amazing to have Akutagawa sucking on him like this. A shudder passes through his whole body, making his toes curl and his thighs tremble.]

Ryuu-

[Takiji tugs lightly on Akutagawa's hair. He's sure that in this moment he would do anything that Akutagawa asked him to - something like pulling on his hair is nothing.]

Close-

[Already he's too close. He might be embarrassed about not lasting longer, but embarrassment requires parts of his brain that are currently dedicated to pleasure and adoration of his boyfriend who wanted to make him feel good so badly.]

[Oh--Akutagawa's eyes open and he looks up at Takiji. Really, already? Not that he lasted long either, but he's a little pleased with himself; he must have made Takiji feel nearly as good as Takiji made him feel.]

[Cautiously, he pulls back, kisses and licks at the head a little more before letting his hand take over. He leans his head against Takiji's thigh again, smiling with faint satisfaction up at him.]

It's okay. You can come.

[Really, already. And even more so when Akutagawa gives him permission. Takiji jerks a few times, thrusting into Akutagawa's hand without any rhythm, before he comes hard with a cry.

He takes a moment to catch his breath.]

...Ryuu...

[He's satisfied, it shows on his face and all the tension in his body flooding out of him, but.]

Come up here so I can kiss you, please.

[Takiji is so pretty when he comes--so open and honest with how good he feels, even more than usual. Like always, Akutagawa is awed, eyes wide and wondering.]

. . . Okay.

[He wipes his hand on his shirt, then climbs up, crawling carefully into Takiji's lap, knees on either side of his legs.]

Like this?

[Takiji answers that with a kiss, soft and lingering. When he finally does pull away, he's smiling.]

You're beautiful. Did you know that?

[He thinks Akutagawa probably didn't know that. But in Takiji's eyes he couldn't be anything less. No painting would ever truly capture him.]

[It's true. He didn't know that. Takiji tells him often enough, but it surprises him every time all the same. Still, he's honest: he shakes his head no, but leans in for another kiss, an indication of acceptance. If Takiji says it, then he believes it must be true.]

You're pretty when you come. [This as he settles in, leaning against Takiji's chest and ready to stay here as long as Takiji wants him. And, of course, blunt as ever.] I'm glad you liked that. I wasn't sure you would.

[That was too smooth, though Takiji knows Akutagawa's not intending to be smooth. It still makes his cheeks flame red as he wraps his arms around Akutagawa.]

Why wouldn't I like that? You liked when I did it to you... I think.

[Suddenly, despite all the physical evidence to the contrary, he's worried that Akutagawa did not enjoy being given a blowjob from his boyfriend. Takiji is dumb.]

What?

[It's such an irrelevant question that for a second Akutagawa is genuinely totally lost. Then he gets it, and blinks incredulously.]

Of course I liked that. I meant the--you know. The clothing. [Takiji don't be a fool??]

[Oh. Well, now he feels dumb.]

It looks good on you. And you like it. That's the more important thing.

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