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Well I AM an expert with a dagger.

[His tail slithers over to once again coil around Akechi's leg. It's not very strong, very easy to escape. But... noticeable. There]

[He raises an eyebrow.]

They also say the pen is mightier that the swo-.

[But then stops, unable to continue, a little more overweilmed by the physical touch after all that improvised small talk, feeling his cheeks burn slightly. He tries to offer something back but it's a pathetic grab at his knee.]

[and Akira doesnt even try to restart the banter. An excited thrill runs through him at the fumbling touch- it's nothing special only it absolutely is. It's confirmation that Akechi also wants this. Is willing to try even with all their baggage, individually and together.

He might as well have grabbed Akira's crotch with how flushed and starstruck the former thief looks. He scoots closer, humming happily and moving in for a kiss]

[It's hard not to fight back, but somehow Akechi is managing to be normal. As normal as he can be, beause monsters forms or not, he does want this. If he was better at this he might have spoken again, to make sure Akira understood that he wanted this with him and him alone. Not Ren. Akira.

He humms as well as their lips close together. Hell if they don't go farther than just kissing and touching he'll be more than satisfied. A clawed hand strokes Akira's hair, or as much as he can manage.]

[his horns get in the way a bit, and Akechi's claws make a satisfying "clack" against them. But his hair is just as thick and soft as it looks- he might have that wild messy look, but Akira takes good care of himself.

The petting and light scrape of claws makes him give a breathy sigh against Akechi's lips]

[It's something that someone like Akechi can appreciate - be for all he was back home, he never skipped a good morning routine...just his breakfast. Briefly he holds on to the hair a little longer, not pulling it, just swept by the moment before he stops.

He's burning up slightly. This is the most intimate he's been in his life. Good thing they aren't out there in the open completely otherwise he might just melt into a puddle of water.]

[the hand in his hair earns Akechi a soft ah from Akira. Hm.

But oh, he can feel that temperature rising. Good thing for his new fire resistance, huh? He noses under Akechi's chin to kiss there next]

Still with me?

[ as funny as it would be he doesn't want him to get so embarrassed that he explodes]

Why wouldn't I be?

[Is almost like a swan-song at that point. The last act of attempting to be defiant, and failing. His trembling voice betrays him, and he makes a satisfied sound at the kiss, enough to pull away from his hair and move a little lower to his neck. Hovering. Unsure what to do. Trying not to be frustrated about it. What was that term he'd heard again on those forums? Ahh right; he didn't want to be a pillow king.

He knows he shouldn't use up too much more of his magic, as he already has. Buthis hand feels hotter to the touch, a more plesent feeling than a cold one. He's trying. That counts, right?]

[he arches like a cat into the warm touch.]

Just wanna make sure you're having a good time.

[said right before he nips him.]

I --- urgh.....

[As soon as he's 'bitten' he nearly melts into Akira's arms with a very vocal reaction that makes his cheeks turn tomato red. He's so shaken by his own reaction he freezes (thankfully not literally).]

[ Oh

Well, he was taking a bet that Akechi would like something like that- they've both fought enough times to know both their... tastes in that regard, at least a little. But he wasn't prepared for that strong of a reaction.

So he goes from nipping to sucking- if not for his goblin coloring he would absolutely be bruising.

Meanwhile, while Akira's tail stays wrapped up around Akechi's leg the spade tip is lightly thwacking against his calf... like his tail would be outright WAGGING if not tangled up]

[This is nothing like he imagined it, and yet it feels unlike anything he's ever experienced. Never, even in his worst of depravity did he think of such a scenario.

It's frightening.

It's liberating.

It's exhilarating.

He winces, also concenrrating on he movement on his leg. At first he briefly wonders if it's just Akira's tail having a mind of its own like his wings sometimes do, but no, it seems deliberate. For what he's not sure.

He could fight this. A quick splash of water and he could break it off. But he knows he doesn't want to. Instead he tries to claw at Akira's body, to pull him closer.]

[Once the skin he was sucking on is nice and puffy he stops, kissing the spot in an attempt to soothe... and groaning as Akechi claws his back.]

Oh... fuck. Hold on.

[He pulls back, his tail uncoiling... and sets to work pulling his shirt off. Thanks to his low set wings and how his shirts are cut it's thankfully easy enough to do, exposing the dusting of scales on hsi shoulders and along his spine]

Ha... that's better.

[The 'wound' is humming as he feels his pulse increasing again. It's almost like a signal as he watches Akira take off his shirt, and then does the same in the confined space.

His actions are hurried, as he tries to undo the buttons carefully, before running out of patience by the last one. With a violent movement, it goes off flying from his fancy shirt into the air and sticking into the sand above them.

Whatever.

This does make it easier, and he traces some of the scales with his claws in interest. He never really got to touch them, after all and curiosity always gets the best of him.]

[he stares at the lodged button with a awestruck 'whoa', though is quickly distracted by Akechi's touch. His shivers under it, his muscles flexing and making the scales shift like a snakes]

Like 'em? I didn't know demons got scales when I bought the change but...

...it makes sense doesn't it? I remember Lilith having similair scales as well. The mother of demons...

[Akechi had carefully remembered names of persona as Ren had used them back home, putting research into their history as well. A way to gain an edge even with just his two. Some were easier to guess even before Joker had 'claimed' them. Others, like Mara...well how was he supposed to even research that?.]

...who knows. Maybe Satanael had them under his clothes and mask.

[He winks at him.]

[He smirks at that wink, thrilled that Akechi is teasing him in turn]

Thinking a lot about how my personas look naked then?

[He briefly pushes away from him.]

Don't make me drop the ceiling on you.

[Cause he will. Probably. Okay probably not. But he still needs to feel like he's able to threaten the other.]

[He snickers as he's shoved, but doesn't press the issue]

Sorry, sorry. But you're right- I look a lot like my personas. I like it, honestly.

[It's a struggle, even now to full admit the truth to something, and briefly Akechi sits in silence before he finally blurts out, his face a little redder;]

As do I.

[And moves in to kiss him again.]

[That makes his tail wag happily, and he moves to meet him, lips and teeth clashing eagerly. He even reaches out and tries to urge Akechi's hands back to his back... seems someone liked the claws earlier]

[It doesn't take much prodding from Akira for Akechi to understand this time as he moves them across his back, pushing the both of them against each other. Without the shirts to obstruct the skin to skin contact, he can feel a lot more as well, and it's sending him into a sensation he's never experienced before. He tries to keep it in as the kiss, but a moan escapes his lips despite it all.

He could get used to this, if it's always like this. Or he could chase that high for years. Both seem acceptable right now.]

[That moan makes him gasp and shudder in return, circling his arms around Akechi's waist to slot them together even more. It's so much- it could get addictive real fast]

[It's getting extremely hard (heh) for him to be able to keep functioning. The smoke escapes his mouth again, rising into the air to outside. His breathing increases.

Briefly he is embarassed how it's almost too fast. Akira probably can withstand for far longer, and that simply won't do. He breaks the mouth to mouth contract.]

Strip.

[It comes out desperate more than an actual request. He just wants to be the one to suggest it before his rival does.]

Edited 2023-10-19 00:12 (UTC)

[Akira freezes for a moment, eyes wide and glowing red.]

Yessir!

[And he's clambering to do just that, eager enough to be hilariously embarrassing any other time. Thankfully since they already lost their shirts it's just his pants and boxers left to worry about. No shoes! Damn skinny jeans are a battle though, and he's having to wiggle a lot]

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