call me out v. 11.0

[misheard]

Call out one of the characters from my muselist with a starter, a prompt, a general 'hey can we do something with these characters' comment, a smoke signal, etc., and I'll get back to you with some kind of RP thread!

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[crabcanneryship]

[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?

[bleakdog]

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.]

[crabcanneryship]

[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.]

[bleakdog]

[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.

[crabcanneryship]

[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.

[bleakdog]

[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?

[crabcanneryship]

[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.]

[bleakdog]

[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.

[crabcanneryship]

[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.]

[bleakdog]

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??]

[crabcanneryship]

[Oh. Well, now he feels dumb.]

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