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[le_mat]

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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]