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[policedefective]

Need to whaaaaaaa-

[Even if Akira is trying to be careful, it's very hard for Akechi to stop himself. He needs a distraction. It's already hard to move around in this cramped place with both their wing appendages and horns and spikes and god he's probably gonna burst into fire at this point and he doesn't want to stop the 'fun' this early.]

Hit me on the elbow.

[Maybe the pain will at least keep his mind off the other things he's doing.]

[le_mat]

Hit-?

[He doesn't hesitate though and cracks his knuckles hard against the joint- aiming right for the funny bone]

[policedefective]

[Well, thankfully his spike goblin appendages means Akira doesn't quite hit him where it hurts the most, but it's still hurts a lot that it briefly takes him off of the euphoria he was riding on and yelps. He's not sure which is more embarrassing - that or if he had come too early.]

Urgh...well that worked, I suppose.

[Time for a counter attack, by which he starts to rub Akira a little faster in a feeble hope to not seem too 'weak'.]

[le_mat]

[He starts to snicker but it breaks apart in a stuttering moan as Akechi speeds up]

O-oh... fuck you, asshole-

[said in a playful tone]

[policedefective]

Isn't that what we're doing?

[He asks to attempt to play coy, as he continues to rub, his entire body smoking up. Or on fire. Honestly he's not sure anymore. Pretty sure Akira is immune anyway and the sandy beachy hovel they are in is just going to look like an oven.

At this point it becomes a competition. Again (honestly, when is it not?). Akechi desperately wants to win, but the thought of winning brings him back into a loop of turning him on and, yeah, he won't last much longer.]

[le_mat]

Yeah... we are, aren't we?

[Said with something like wonder. He care barely SEE Akechi anymore from the heat warping the very air around them. But he doesn't need to- he has his hands. He refuses to lose, speeding up to match. But it's so much he can't even TRY to focus on something else to hold back his own arousal. How could he? This was what he has wanted for what feels like forever.

His head lolls back, horns clacking on the now much harder and slightly glassy sand. His tongue peeks out, panting, balls pulling tight- it would be embarrassing how close he already if he was still capable of feeling shame]

idk if this counts as a late tag anymore lol

[policedefective]

[He tries to stop the barrage of thoughts that pile out of his mind simultaneously; thoughts about Akira in various state of undress, trying to resist this (and failing), realizing how far away from 'home' both of them are, how while he never imagines himself with a man, how now he can't see anyone else but Akira there, and how invaluable he was now to him.

A curse? A blessing? A goblin's horde of a single object: Akira Kurusu.

He wants to win so badly but depravity has left him far too thirsty that he releases almost pathetically and comically akin to a boiling teapot. A moan so primodial and guteral that his hands stop rubbing Akira member and a burst of flame erupts from...there. Literally or metaphorically, Akechi can't even see from all the smoke that's escaping his mouth. It feels unlike anything he's ever experienced. He can't even find words for it.

This...may be one of the very very...VERY few times he doesn't mind losing.]

[le_mat]

[And Akechi coming, and the blast of sudden heat, is enough to send him following with a strangled curse. As if the very smoke surrounding them brought him off when his partner stopped. He knows the come would be scalding to anyone else. But both of them are safe. Only to each other, it seems.

Perfect. Just how he wants it.]

...did you just come fire?

[Of course he ruins it with commentary, as usual]