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[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]