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Akutagawa coughs into his hand, iron eyes glancing over to the silver-haired agency member. Appearance disheveled and sunset eyes looking everywhere else, but at him. Demonic armor had taken a toll on Akutagawa and Atsushi knows this as well.
Eyes widening, the weretiger looks over at Akutagawa, who pays no mind as he wraps Atsushi with Rashomon. Atsushi knows how big of a deal it is because Akutagawa wears Rashomon like a skin. He gives Atsushi a nod with the biggest grin stitched onto his face.
“Beast Beneath the Moonlight, Rashomon—Kokuto Zessou!” Atsushi rushes to their opponent while Akutagawa watches him and if Atsushi could see Akutagawa, he would see the pure entrancement he’s in. Looking at the weretiger rush to their enemy, seeing him give it his all. Akutagawa would be lying if he didn’t think that Atsushi looked hot wearing Rashomon like that.
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Atsushi closes his eyes as he sighs, trying to catch his breath. He holds Akutagawa’s coat out in front of him. “Thanks,” he mumbles as he stands up, putting his coat back on and all Atsushi can think is demonic armor. Akutagawa must’ve been thinking the same because suddenly he’s tugging Atsushi away from everyone. He doesn’t say as much as a goodbye.
“Hey what’s gotten into you?” Atsushi asks as he lets Akutagawa drag him. They’re not even that far away when Akutagawa pins him against the wall. “Seriously—”
Akutagawa shuts him up with a kiss and Atsushi didn’t do anything except kiss him back. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t miss Akutagawa. The past couple of weeks they’ve been tiptoeing around since Mori kept sending Akutagawa away on a mission. Sure, phone sex was a thing, but a dildo wasn’t as good as the real deal.
“You know,” Atsushi mumbles once they part for air, Akutagawa’s lips trailing down to his jawline. Atsushi smiles, eyes closed as his hand threads through black hair. “You looked pretty hot in your demonic armor.”
“Oh? Is this a new kink I’m hearing,” he mumbles against his skin, biting and sucking at the skin. Atsushi grips his hair as Akutagawa nibbles at the sensitive area. He sighs and Akutagawa puts a knee between his legs, slightly rubbing against his heat.
“Ryuu…” he breaths out and suddenly he feels a hard squeeze against the bulge that’s currently restricted by his jeans. Atsushi lets out a whimper and Akutagawa smirks against his skin, palming the younger boy. “You’re teasing.”
Akutagawa hums, his hand leaving where Atsushi wanted to feel it the most and he whimpers again at the loss of Akutagawa’s hand. “Don’t worry kitten, I’ll get back to that later,” he mumbles against his lips, kissing him again. Atsushi parts his lips, letting Akutagawa in as his hands begin to undo the buttons of his shirt.
“Are—” he cuts the weretiger off with his lips, trying to feel him. Akutagawa would never admit, but he missed Atsushi dearly. Atsushi knows though, Akutagawa shows in the way he kisses him, the way he touches him softly and carefully. Afraid that one wrong move might cause him to lose the younger boy.
“We can’t do this public—we don’t have lube.” Atsushi manages out, hands pressed again Akutagawa’s shoulders. He leans up, lips near the shell of his ear and suddenly his voice drops an octave, “besides. I’m sure you wouldn’t want everyone to hear my voice, would you? You wouldn’t want them to hear those pretty moans I reserve for you only—”
It was all Akutagawa needed to hear before he was dragging back him to their apartment. Atsushi grins and follows his lover. The drive back home, Akutagawa’s knuckles white from gripping the steering wheel too hard, trying to control himself as Atsushi slowly jerks him off.
“Atsushi…” Akutagawa growls as he feels a lick at his tip. Atsushi takes in what he can and the rest he uses his hands. He hums, the vibrations going straight to his heat and Akutagawa closes his head.
He hears a pop, “eyes on the road,” is all Atsushi says before he’s back with his lips around his lover’s cock. Atsushi tries to take it all in, hoping that Akutagawa won’t buck his hips. As he sets a torturous pace, he hallows his cheeks and begins to suck.
“Fuck,” Akutagawa mumbles under his breath, at this point driving thirty over the speed limit. He was not about to have this blow job be the death of them. Atsushi moans around as he pulls up to their parking spot. Atsushi comes up with a wet pop, eyes full of lust as he tucks Akutagawa’s boner back into his pants, patting it afterward. He's lucky they made in home without an accidents, he wouldn't want to pull a Dazai.
It didn’t take long until Atsushi’s clothes are discarded on the floor, leaving him completely bare in front of Akutagawa. By now Atsushi wasn’t nervous to be naked in front of him. It took both of them a long time to get comfortable with each other, but once that level of intimacy was there, it didn’t stop Atsushi from letting Akutagawa hear him completely.
“Not fair that I’m the only one naked,” Atsushi mumbles as he pushes Akutagawa’s coat off, leaving him in his shirt and pants. He reaches to button the shirt and he curses, head leaning against Akutagawa’s shoulder. “Ryuunosuke.”
He hums, his thumb smearing the precum around his head. “Continue kitten,” Atsushi breaths as he continues to unbutton Akutagawa’s shirt, the more he gets closer to finishing, the faster Akutagawa moves his hand. Atsushi moans quietly, hands stopping and Akutagawa’s hand stopping, Atsushi whining. “Lay back.”
Atsushi doesn’t need to be told twice and does as told as Akutagawa finishes the last button, taking his shirt off. He glances down at his love, seeing how pretty his face is flushed. His cock hard and leaking. Akutagawa hums as he leans down, spreading his legs apart. His lips kiss the inside of Atsushi’s thigh and he squirms.
“Rashomon,” he summons, keeping Atsushi down. Atsushi pants, chest rising up and down as he closes his eyes. “Be a good kitten for me and maybe I’ll give you a surprise.”
Atsushi mewls, and then gasps, feeling Akutagawa lick the underside of him. He reaches down to grab his lover’s hair, but Akutagawa pins his hands down with Rashomon. “Ryuunosuke,” Atsushi moans, but it comes out more like a whine. He takes all of Atsushi in his mouth, humming around him and he squirms against Rashomon.
He motions for Rashomon to each over to their nightstand to grab the lube on top. Once in his hand, he sucks the tip, swirling his tongue around as he coats a good layer on fingers. Using one hand to grip the base, his lube coated finger, pushes past the ring of muscles, making Atsushi let a shaky breath out.
Akutagawa works his way to two fingers, curling them each time he’s knuckles deep, purposely brushing just ever-so-slightly against Atsushi prostate. “Fuck. Don’t stop Ryuu,” Atsushi moans. He tries to buck his hips up, but Akutagawa wasn’t having any of it. He takes his time, torturing his lover.
Atsushi knows just how much of a tease Akutagawa is and he hates it. Akutagawa knows this too because he loves seeing Atsushi being a moaning mess by just his fingers and mouth. “Ryuu,” Atsushi mewls, and he knows he’s close. He makes sure to brush against his prostate just enough, hearing his gasps as he releases into his mouth. Akutagawa makes sure to not leave a single drop as he continues to stretch him out.
Rashomon releases Atsushi, Akutagawa coming up to kiss him. Atsushi pulls him in, tasting himself and he moans into his mouth, bringing his hands up to pull him closer. He adds a third finger and Atsushi groans, lips brushing against Akutagawa’s.
“Please,” Atsushi whimpers against his lips. If he can’t fuck himself on his lover’s fingers, the least he can do is stop the teasing.
“Please what kitten?” He asks, kissing his cheek and then coming down to leave more kisses along his neck, deciding that there weren’t enough bruises littering his pretty skin.
It takes Atsushi a while, Akutagawa’s fingers stopping as he tries to find the words. “Ryuu please stop teasing. I want to feel you already,” he whispers, almost crying. Akutagawa loves hearing Atsushi beg, it’s something different. The various amount of ways Atsushi’s beg for him will always leave him speechless.
Akutagawa taps his hip and he lifts them up, setting a pillow underneath his lower back. Akutagawa’s learned that Atsushi loves it best when he’s looking at him while they’re having sex. “Are you comfortable? I don’t wanna hurt you,”
“Always have to say something cheesy while you’re three fingers deep in my ass,” Akutagawa chuckles, removing his fingers as he reaches around to grab a condom, but Atsushi stops him. “Where’s my surprise? I’ve been good, haven’t I Ryuu?”
Atsushi’s voice laced with sweet and innocence when Akutagawa knows that in their bedroom it’s the opposite. Akutagawa leans down to capture Atsushi’s lips in his, kissing him softly, making him smile. The command doesn’t need to be said out loud as Rashomon wraps around his owner, covering him from his neck all the way down.
Positioning himself and making sure his cock is left uncovered, he enters the weretiger without a warning. Filling him up to the hilt and he gasps, but Akutagawa doesn’t give him time to adjust.
If there’s one thing that Akutagawa’s learned about Atsushi is that he likes it rough, but he loves it more when he begs him to go faster, harder. To leave him feeling boneless, to leave him feeling like he’s floating.
Atsushi feels the fabric of something against his ass and takes a peek, seeing Akutagawa covered from the neck down in demonic armor. Atsushi moans at the sigh, head rolling back. Akutagawa laces their fingers together, pinning them above Atsushi’s head.
“What do you want kitten?” He purrs into his hear, sucking the spot behind. Atsushi mewls, Akutagawa thrust slow and deep, brushing over his prostate. He continues his movements, trying to see how long before Atsushi would beg for him.
Akutagawa gives a deep thrust, just once to hit his prostate and Atsushi cries out, try to pull his lover closer. “Ryuu please,” Atsushi gasps out, trying to move to meet Akutagawa in the middle. One hand leaves him as he grips the younger male’s hips hard.
“Please what kitten?” He leaves sloppy kisses around his neck, coming down to his shoulders and biting down just enough to leave a bruise. Atsushi lets a strangled moan out, clenching his eyes close.
Akutagawa continues to take his time while Atsushi tries to find his voice. “Ryuu please make me feel good, I haven’t felt you in weeks—” Atsushi chokes on his words as Akutagawa brushes over his prostate, seeing Atsushi’s face fill up with pleasure. “Ryuunosuke please fuck me into the—”
Atsushi cries out as Akutagawa brushes over his prostate over and over, never fully giving him the satisfaction. Atsushi tries to move his hips, trying to meet him halfway. Akutagawa grips the other hip, his movements increasing and finally, just finally he gives his lover the satisfaction he needed.
“Ryuu right there—again,” Atsushi moans out, eyes closing as he feels the bed move in rhythm with Akutagawa’s thrusts. One of Akutagawa’s hands leaves to grab Atsushi’s neglected cock and he lets out a throaty moan, giving it a good pump. “Ah! Ryuu again, again! Right there!”
“God Atsushi, you’re so tight,” Akutagawa moans, Atsushi clenching around him. The two get lost in each other’s moans, Atsushi close to coming undone.
“Not until I say so,” Akutagawa tells him, knowing how close he is. Atsushi nods his head, moaning out every time Akutagawa hits his prostate, making him see stars. His legs trembles and Akutagawa loves just how lewd his moans sound, all reserved just for him. He was the only one who could make Atsushi sound like this, could make him come undone just by whispering dirty words into his ear, by just his fingers.
“Ryuu,” Atsushi cries out, opening his eyes. It was beginning to hurt, not being able to cum, he was holding it in the best he could. Akutagawa cups on of his cheeks and he leans into his touch. Tears streaming down his face.
“Let go kitten,”
“Ryuunosuke!” Atsushi cries out as he pumps each time, he hits the weretiger’s prostate. Atsushi chants Akutagawa’s name like a mantra as he cums, spurting all over their stomachs. His face relaxing into a blissful state afterward. Akutagawa continues to thrust, driving Atsushi into overstimulation, just like how he likes it.
“You look so beautiful like this,” Akutagawa tells him as Atsushi moans his name, mewling afterward. “Face and lips flushed pink, all for me.”
“All for you,” he breathes out, closing his eyes again.
“Think you can cum for me again kitten, hm?” Atushsi nods his head, opening his eyes again to see those lovely iron eyes. Akutagawa gets lost in those beautiful sunset eyes as he thrusts faster, just how the like it.
“Fuck Ryuu,” Atsushi cries out, trying to close his eyes, but Akutagawa grabs his face. He keeps his eyes open, staring up at his lover, seeing all the emotions in his eyes hit him. Atsushi can feel how close Akutagawa is and he can feel the heat in the pit of his stomach igniting again. “You look so hot in this.”
As if it were possible, he does, the two chasing their highs. Akutagawa coming right after Atsushi. Rashomon unwraps from Akutagawa, his coat falling onto the floor. Their foreheads pressed together, hearing each other breath.
Akutagawa slowly pulls out, Atsushi hissing a bit and he kisses his check as he gets up. “Let’s get you cleaned up,”
He fills the tub with warm water and drops a couple of oil drops into the water. Akutagawa helps Atsushi into the tub, pulling him closer to him. Bruises already formed on his wrists from Rashomon and Akutagawa brings his wrists up, kissing them. “Sorry,” he mumbles against his skin.
Atsushi hums, pressing his ear to listen to Akutagawa’s heartbeat. He smiles, eyes closed as he pulls his lover’s arm around him. “Ryuu,” he hums in response, letting the younger boy know that he’s listening. He leans back to look up at those beautiful iron eyes. “I love you.”
Akutagawa’s cheeks burn up, making Atsushi smile. They didn’t say it very often, because actions speak louder than words, but Atsushi loves the reaction he gets out of Akutagawa whenever he says it. Atsushi moves around so that he’s sitting in Akutagawa’s lap, grabbing his face he peppers kisses all over, each kiss mentioning a reason why he loved the older male.
He grabs Atsushi’s cheeks, pulling him into a long meaningful kiss. Atsushi pulls himself closer so that there’s no space between their chests. They pull apart, iron staring at sunset. “I love you too Atsushi,”