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[policedefective]

[Ahhh. That deflates him as well. All the piss and vinegar gone as he holds a hand to his face, sighing.]

Oh thank goodness. I wasn't sure if I could have kept up trying to outdo you.

[It's taken nearly a year for him to be comfortable about it, and even then, there's still that lingering voice in the back of his head. Always constantly reminding him that he doesn't deserve this.]

[le_mat]

[he laughs softly, though it's clearly self deprecating rather than at Akechi]

Farthest I've managed is a really bad handy and I touched a bare boob once so... for once let's hold off on the rival thing a little.

[he rests his forehead on Akechi's shoulder, avoiding the spines as best he can and his horns probably poking him a little]

I've... never done anything with someone who I... actually care what they think about me. So don't laugh if I'm kind shit at it.

[policedefective]

[It's a lot to take in. For all their rivalry, in the end they are both two teenagers who just happened to go on a magical journey caused by gods and idiots trying to become gods.

He tries to pull in his spins as much as he can so it doesn't harm Akira. Little details and touches that betray his usual nature.

Someone he cares about, huh..even now, sometimes Akechi still can't believe it. It's just a situation he'll need to work on more and more.]

Sometimes I wonder if you truly realize who you're speaking to. I didn't even know that clipping your nails was important.

[Do you think he knows anything about this either?]

[le_mat]

Ha... I gotta take advantage of my little head start as much as I can- I expect you'll end up an expert eventually just like you do with everything else.

[he smirks, making no rush to move]

... and I only knew that 'cuz of porn and... you know. Self experimentation.

[policedefective]

[It's rather funny that in this dinky little sand-made shack, they are both at their most vulnerable and, frankly, the most honest with each other. He scoffs at Akira's comment, pleased but rolls his eyes all the same.]

Oh please...I can't really see myself becoming an expert at that.

[But he smiles back, nonetheless.]

Well, I suppose we did all of that. Myself included. Well no, that's a lie. I wasn't the type to watch it, due to the negative association I had with it.

[le_mat]

No, you read Featherman porn stories on the internet.

[Said instantly. rip. He finally lifts his head a little and...starts lightly kissing where Akechi's shoulder meets neck, tail swishing back and forth.]

[policedefective]

You --

[He pushes Akira away, starring at him and his (damn sexy) grinning face in annoyance and anger until he slowly grins back.]

Why would I when there's plenty of fan ficion of the righteous detective prince against Joker? Truely, it was rather amusing since no one knew what you looked like...

[le_mat]

[He blushes and huffs, though he can't completely break his knife grin either. He's having fun]

Was I devilishly handsome with a ten inch cock?

[He can't maintain the ruse though and breaks down laughing]

[policedefective]

[He should not be laughing at that, and he tries to remain serious, but that's just...so ridiculous that he fails, as a few laughs of air escapes his mouth before he holds a hand on his chest.]

The...problem, you see, is before your televised appearance, is that no one knew what you all looked like. So they imagined someone my age, which isn't wrong...but also they always gave you a 10 inch...top hat.

[le_mat]

....

[He laughs again, snorting outright. Okay that's fair- all they had for a long time was the PTs logo- and the hat was kinda a... big... part of that. He shakes his head and steps away, heading towards the bedding. He flops down with a grunt- ow, the sand is hard even through the blanket- propping his head up on his palm as he lounges there]

Well, I'm not a kelpie anymore so no ten inch hats anymore, sorry.

[policedefective]

Ha!

[It comes out of his mouth before he can stop himself and he lies down next to Akira. This is...nice. Part of him realizes how much he needed this.

A luxury...]

Isn't there a saying that goes, "it's not the length of a sword that is important, but what you do with it?"

[le_mat]

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]

[policedefective]

[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.]

[le_mat]

[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]

[policedefective]

[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.]

[le_mat]

[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]

[policedefective]

[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.]

[le_mat]

[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]

[policedefective]

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?]

[le_mat]

[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.]

[policedefective]

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).]

[le_mat]

[ 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]

[policedefective]

[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.]

[le_mat]

[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.

[policedefective]

[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.]