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[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.]

[le_mat]

[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...

[policedefective]

...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.]

[le_mat]

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

Thinking a lot about how my personas look naked then?

[policedefective]

[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.]

[le_mat]

[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.

[policedefective]

[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.]

[le_mat]

[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]

[policedefective]

[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.]

[le_mat]

[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]

[policedefective]

[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.]

[le_mat]

[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]

[policedefective]

Wait--

[He expected Akira to be embarrassed. Not to be inflamed by it. Well, it drives him up too, but it also means he doesn't have the upper hand anymore. So he just stares as the other struggles, unsure what to say, looking a little paralyzed by it all.]

[le_mat]

[He manages to get the jeans off, finally, but his boxers are still on. That's when he notices Akechi is frozen]

... should I stop?

[policedefective]

[Fuck.]

No. [Is he going to be honest, for once? In a way it's like regaining control.] I'm just annoyed you seem to just be as brazen as ever, even now. How the hell do you do it?

[le_mat]

[He stares at Akechi, gaze intense- no hiding behind glasses or his messy hair. That stare Shadow Kamoshida hated so much.]

Isn't it obvious? It's because it's you.

[He ruined his world for a version of Akechi. Why WOULDN'T he be eager?]

[policedefective]

[The look that also enrages him, but makes his heart skip a bit.]

...I hate you so much.

[Yeah, this is a very strange type of hate because it seems he's managed the courage to remove his pants as well. Unlike Akira's they are really easy to slip out of. There's not much left now.]


Do you realize what you're doing to me?

[le_mat]

I have some idea, yeah.

[If it's anything like what's happening to him, maybe Akechi is going even more insane. He almost hopes so.]

[policedefective]

[This is not healthy and he knows it. Their mutual obsession with each other...and yet, what is healthy? Maybe this is the best he can do. So he laughs at everything. It's more like a release or otherwise he might want to just fight. Well, they've already tipped over the point of no return a while ago, even if Akira was nice enough to offer a pause.]

Ha ha ha! Then I suppose it's the same for you then.

[Which means...a clawed hand holding on to Akira's underwear, ready to tear it open. A threat or a promise, if there ever was one.]

[le_mat]

[He sucks in a breath, like he half expected Akechi to tear his dick right off. Still though, he doesn't try to escape. His boxers aren't built for his tail, unlike his jeans- so they hang low and show off his prominent hip bones. And like this, well, there's no hiding how hard he is.]

Yeah... this place is nuts anyway. Nothing to lose anymore.

[policedefective]

[Akechi would be pleased that Akira thought that at all.

It really doesn't take much prying for him to move ahead and let the claws dig into the clothing, tearing it off with a swift movement.]

That's right. There's no reason to hold back.

[Maybe he's prepping himself up with that.]