[ Maruki trusts Akira. And at this point, it isn't even against his better judgment.
He's a caring, affectionate man who has, to Maruki's knowledge, never been dishonest with him. Yes, he can get intense about his interests, but– well, so can Maruki. That's something inherent to people who seek out knowledge above all else, he thinks. Even when it's occasionally unnerving, it's never dangerous. Really, Maruki feels perfectly safe with him, youkai or not.
Of course, there's always the possibility that he's got it all wrong, that he's walked right into the belly of the beast and will be devoured soon enough. But some wires of his cognition are permanently crossed, and even that potential is thrilling in its own way.
One nice date snowballs into another, and another, and another, and it's truly a phenomenal thing that Maruki gets up the nerve to accept an invitation back to his hotel room.
His very luxe hotel room.
Suddenly, Akira's ability to spoil him on those dates makes a bit more sense... Oh, to have a doctorate degree that isn't functionally useless.
It's there, on a plush loveseat in a suite that surely costs more than his life, that Maruki finds himself deftly pulled into the good doctor's lap. Awkward, gangly limbs splay to straddle his lap, and his already flushed cheeks flare brighter and hotter as his palms come to rest flat on Akira's chest, and he laughs through his shock and fluster. ]
Ah, I keep forgetting just how strong you are... [ Not that it takes much to muscle around a guy as slight as him, but still. ] I wish my own abilities granted me any sort of practical side effects like that. You've certainly got one over on me!
[ Being the eldest son of a wealthy family, Akira's been on his share of dates. Both with the children of other families trying to win the favor of the Takahashis and younger folk who see a rich eccentric and figure they may as well shoot their shot.
Very, very few of them come back for a second go.
He was always too much in one way or another, too strange, too intense, too frightening, and though finding a match was never really his highest priority Akira just had to come to terms with the fact that finding someone who enjoys spending time with him as much as he does with them was going to be...difficult.
Maruki, though. Maruki is incredibly easy to spend time with. He's so patient with Akira's curiosities, eager to learn things in tandem, and has no shortage of fascinating topics to regale with at any given time. On top of that he's kind, and he's cute with that smile and nervous little laugh...
Alright. Akira might be a little smitten.
Which might also be obvious from the tipsy adoration he's beaming up at Maruki once the man's settled on his lap, palms resting against thighs as thumbs draw lazy little circles.
With a chuckle, ] It helps that you're pretty light. Buuuuut I do get a lot of practice holding down unruly patients, so it isn't all side effects of genetics.
[ He likes to think he doesn't let his upbringing get the better of him all that often, but even the most shunned of outcasts aren't immune to social conditioning. And so a potential partner hitting him with the 'oh wooow you're so strooong' is. Unexpectedly doing it for that oni side of him. ]
[ Akira's in luck, because Maruki has no intention of stopping with the fawning over him any time soon. He likes to be vocal in his affection, places a tremendous value on words. And besides– none of it is put on at all. Maruki genuinely means every word of praise that he speaks, earnest in all endeavors.
He ducks his head to try to hide a growing flush – holding down unruly patients, dear lord, of course that's part and parcel when it comes to practicing medicine on youkai. Akira is ridiculous, and Maruki's ridiculously fond of him.
One hand tracks up to idly fiddle with the collar of Akira's shirt, fingers slipping inside undone top buttons to seek out the warmth of his skin. ]
Do I have to be unruly to see that for myself? I'm afraid that's not exactly in my nature...
[ Maruki isn't so stupid as to be surprised by those words; they enjoy one another's company, there's an undeniable attraction that flows both ways. Akira is sweet, effusive in his affections. He dotes, and spoils, and praises, and Maruki has never once doubted that there's something brewing insistently between them, even in his most oblivious moments.
But despite all this, it's an inescapable truth that he doesn't assume anyone considers him at all when he isn't around. Much less at length, much less in the context Akira implies with that touch.
He shifts a little closer in Akira's lap, looks at him with guileless eyes. ]
It's hard to believe I'm on your mind that much, but... what do you imagine?
Oh, I think about you quite a bit. Looking at me with eyes just like this, too.
[ If Akira had his way he'd have been staring close enough, long enough, into those big, doe eyes to take an educated guess at Maruki's perscription, but seeing them like this is almost just as good. Some things are easier to see when in the bigger picture, after all. ]
I think of mapping your pulse points with my lips, my teeth, tongue, getting to feel how excited you are the further down I go...
[ How lucky one hand is already so close to Maruki's femoral artery, close enough for the hand at his thigh to slip just-so and keep up the thumb massage so cheekily close to his groin. ]
[ It barely takes more than that wandering hand and those heated words for Maruki to shiver, a soft noise rising high in his throat. Perhaps it's only a failure of imagination, but he hadn't considered how Akira's honed and heightened senses would play into things. It suddenly becomes much more intimate, in a strange way, when Akira can know things about his body that he's hardly even aware of.
He slides both hands up to rest lightly along the line of Akira's jaw, fingers delicately tracing. ]
I would let you, you know. [ Easily, gladly. His smile is shy but true. ] Honestly... I can't imagine there's anything I wouldn't let you do.
[ Perhaps a uniquely foolish statement to make with a man like Akra, but Maruki is a uniquely foolish man himself. ]
[ 'Danger' he says, practically purring against the soft touch. No, he'd never harm Maruki on purpose, but he knows himself. Knows that's not always how he thinks of it. It'd be a disservice to such a sweet man not to remind him every now and then that he's cozying up to a predator no matter how much said predator's taken a shine to him.
The hand at Maruki's belt loops slooowly drags a fingertip across to the buckle, unclasping it with perhaps surprising skill considering it's just the one hand. ]
It'd be easy to throw you back onto the bed there, get myself nice and settled on top of you...just my hips on yours would be enough, I bet, but would you like it if I pinned your hands above your head, hmm?
[ The reminder's appreciated– an understatement. Maruki shouldn't enjoy being reminded that Akira has the capacity to be dangerous, but...
Well, unfortunately, if he keeps working Maruki's trousers open it'll become all too clear just how much he enjoys it. He shifts in Akira's lap as his belt is undone, spreads his legs just a little wider to settle more comfortably
He can't make eye contact, watching instead as he drags one hand up to fiddle with Akira's hair right above his ear. ]
That sounds like something I would enjoy, yes... [ Another understatement. Hold me down and have your way with me, far too bold to make it to the tip of his tongue, but the thought is certainly there. ] Is that what you like, Takahashi-san? Taking over like that...?
[ And it's a very, very genuine question. Maruki wants more than anything to know what Akira likes, what he wants. He'll give it to him, whatever it is. ]
Mm...it's not so much I like taking over as I like. You?
[ He can't help but chuckle at how silly that must sound, taking his sweet time to slide the belt out of its loops while he chooses his next words. ]
You're already stunning as you are day-to-day, I can't imagine how beautiful you'd be when worked up and wanting, much less when satisfied...
[ The hand at Maruki's thigh slowly releases its grip only to finger-walk nice and coy up to his zipper. With the way their hips are so comfortably settled against each other, it's not secret how much Akira and his imagination are enjoying this moment either. ]
...and I want to take note of every single step it takes to get you there. So I can compare and contrast methods for the next time, if I'm so lucky as to be allowed.
[ It's not silly, not to Maruki, not at all – it's sweet. And arousing, shamefully so. Maruki squirms, hips bumping clumsily against Akira's as a high, strangled gasp catches in his throat. He can't possibly get redder, not without all his blood vessels bursting at once, but all that praise brings him dangerously close. ]
If you're so lucky? I think you've got it backwards.
[ Another roll of his hips, more deliberate this time; he can feel Akira hard and aching against him, all from nothing more than a little light petting and his own pretty words. It's a relief to not be the only one so easily affected.
He exhales, shaky, and leans in to press a lingering kiss just beneath Akira's ear. Then another, lower down his jaw; a third against his neck as he speaks. ]
You're so handsome and confident... assured of yourself... and clearly a dedicated man of science. [ He grins into the warm skin of Akira's neck despite himself; there really is nothing more charming than taking detailed notes to compare and contrast. What a dork... ] I like you, too. You should know that.
[ A low, appreciative hum rumbles in the back of his throat at Maruki's hips moving so tantalizingly against his, unable to keep himself from responding in kind.
Yeah okay, screw putting on a little show, the belt is unceremoniously dropped right on the floor once it's all the way out so Akira can bring that hand to rest possessively against the nape of Maruki's neck, keeping his lips close to Akira's skin just that little bit longer. ]
Mm...I'd say I'm lucky, yes, having someone like you talking to me like this.
[ Steady, but not nearly as slow anymore, Maruki's zipper is finally down and Akira's palming at the bulge in his boxers. Just a little more patience, only a little more. ]
I want to make you feel so good, Maruki...may I touch you? Please...?
[ It's a small, strangled, pitiful sound that jolts out of Maruki when he feels a warm hand snaking its way into his pants. Coupled with those words, as if Maruki could ever deny him, to say nothing of when he's asked so sweetly–
Oh, he's a goner. ]
Oh, my... You can, yes. Please.
[ It's all murmured against Akira's neck before he latches on again, sucking a slow, deliberate kiss over his pulse point. Maruki's too overwhelmed to say he wants to make him feel good too; he can communicate it this way, his whole body rocking into Akira's. ]
[ Cute, cute, cute, what gives Maruki the right to be so adorable right before sending a shiver aaallll the way down Akira's spine with lips right against his hammering heartbeat? A thought he'll have to revisit if things go well and that kiss leaves a mark for him to remember this by in the morning...ah, what a surprisingly wicked thing.
The shiver follows down his arm, hands, to the fingertips tugging at Maruki's waistline to free his dick and wrap around it in one smooth motion. It's slow at first, almost reverent, as if Akira could memorize even this much about Maruki from touch alone.
And he may very well, with his eyes fluttering shut to bask in the feeling of it all. ]
[ Maruki does intend to leave a mark – it's one part his own possessive, desperate nature, and two parts his suspicion that Akira would very much enjoy such a thing – but the second that deft hand wraps tight around his cock, his jaw goes slack, mouth falling open to pant wet and warm and pitiful instead. ]
Th-that's... ah, you feel good, even just like this.
[ It's because the motion is so slow, so deliberate and patient that Maruki falls apart so easily. He's just as susceptible to this as he is a frenetic, feverish rush. Maybe even more so; as much as it would normally mortify him to be touched so reverently that it's nearly worship, in Akira's hands that feels like a safe notion.
He manages to pick himself up, both trembling hands coming to cup Akira's cheeks, thumbs stroking the soft skin beneath closed eyes. ]
[ His eyes can't stay closed for long when they have to stare adoringly at the man holding his face, can they? He's such a sucker for sweet touches like this, can't stop himself from urging Maruki forward with that hand at the back of his neck into a quick kiss, only letting himself pull away enough so his next words are hot against each other's lips. ]
I want to be even sweeter for you. Give you all the nice things you deserve.
[ Not just expensive gifts, those are easy. He could spend thousands on Maruki in an instant without much thought. But what Akira really wants to give is time, attention, to show him with action how fascinating a man he truly is, that Akira isn't kidding when he says he wants to know every single thing he can.
Like which way he moves his fingers will get Maruki slack-jawed in pleasure again. ]
Akira did tell him that he likes to dote. And Maruki believed it! Truly, he did. He's had no reason to doubt any of Akira's words before, and certainly not now.
But Maruki is a scientist, deep into his bones. All the hypotheticals in the world don't come close to the real thing. Seeing is believing, and being the sole target for all of Akira's boundless passionate energy and brazen affection would be enough to make a believer out of even the most skeptical man.
His whole body shudders at the next movement of that deft hand, hips rolling forward to try to grind into Akira again, desperate to give him something in return. ]
You'll have to let me do the same.
[ A panting murmur against Akira's lips before slides his hands down the sides of his neck, to the front of his chest, to work at the buttons of his shirt. ]
[ Once again his own hips can't help but respond in kind, the whole of him so desperate to touch while being allowed only this little bit for the sake of easing in instead of jumping headfirst into frightening this dream of a man wrapped in a cozy sweater.
But those words, those fingertips teasing their warmth against the skin of his throat. ]
Please.
[ It's almost breathless, that word. And completely genuine, with the way bright red eyes are practically oozing the very same sentiment. Please, please, please-- ]
Oh, please show me how sweet you can be.
[ Beneath a button, beneath Maruki's fingers, an eye splits open from Akira's flesh. And another, and another, greedily bubbling to the surface for the privilege of gazing at Maruki as the main two squeeze shut for another eager kiss. ]
[ That heated, desperate begging falling from someone else's lips is such a novelty that Maruki wants to cave to it immediately, give Akira everything he's asking for and more, so he surges into the kiss and hurries with the buttons to be able to spread his hands–
OVER SOME EYES. ]
Mmph– what!?
[ He jerks his head back, looking quickly from Akira's handsome face to the MANY EYES now littered across his chest. ]
T-Takahashi, I can't touch you if you're...
[ Well, wait. ]
Unless... do you like them being touched? How does it work?
[ We're not kissing all of the sudden, why--oh? Oh!
Sorry, once the problem registers he can't help but laugh. He really should have expected this, excited as he gets, and yet...! ]
I do, actually, but not like...ah, here.
[ The free hand will gently, gently, take one of Maruki's, bringing it down towards no eye in particular. There's plenty to choose from.
But once they land on one he'll guide fingertips with his own, carefully brushing them along the lid, much like a lover sweeping tears away. Back, and forth, to the upper lid as well, and as he's demonstrating the two on his face have the nerve to look bashful. ]
[ A soft exhalation, deeply fascinated by watching the way Akira guides his touch. It makes sense, really, and it's exactly why he quickly pulled away – no one likes getting poked in the eye, even and perhaps especially when those eyes are everywhere! But a tender motion like this, more affectionate than anything else...
Maruki's own eyes lift to Akira's face again, smiling with warmth and total endearment. ]
It's not strange at all. Thank you for showing me.
[ And he's curious to try something else along with that, but– well, that time will come. The night is young, and just as Akira's been taking his time with him, Maruki is in no rush either.
He quickly undoes the rest of the buttons on Akira's shirt so he can push it open, give him full and free access to this baffling, fascinating, lovely man he's found himself entangled with.
When he returns to their kiss, it's with two fingers stroking gently over the lid of one eye, a thumb brushing beneath another. Both hands have a light touch, cautious not to cause any discomfort, but ever-moving, ever-exploring. He won't stop unless Akira tells him to. ]
[ Eyes, all the way down, the ones close enough by Maruki's gentle hands fluttering just as the ones he's paying attention to, squinting and sliding shut in clear contentment just as their host is.
(There are select places the eyes don't grow, and with a glance it's obvious why. Scars, thin incisions yet jagged and poorly stitched back together some long time ago dotting across his toned abdomen, and yet another much cleaner and much deeper at the same time cutting right across the underside of his ribcage. They clearly come with stories, but, perhaps for another time.)
Akira's all too happy to return to the kiss, more tender than eager at this exact moment, the attention to his own body teasing pleased little noises out of his throat against Maruki's lips. Enough, perhaps, to force a puff of air through and separate his own, teeth playfully nipping down before they realize what they're doing.
Does it matter? Only if they're both enjoying it. Only if Maruki's enjoying it. Slowly, steadily, the rhythm of his hand at the man's cock picks up the pace a notch. ]
one thing about caitlin she loves a scar stories thread
[ Any time Maruki's hands move over that skin, unmarked by eyes but certainly not unblemished, he takes quiet, careful note. He and Akira are awfully similar in some ways – he may not get as overexcited about it, but Maruki does want to know every last little thing about him. Sometime, he'd like to just lay in bed with Akira, do nothing more than touch and talk.
Now, though–
That little nip makes Maruki's gentle wandering touch turn into clutching around his ribs, jaw going slack again. He nods dumbly, just in case any of those eyes are watching, and grinds down harder against Akira for emphasis. ]
Y-you can do that. [ A beat, and then a returned nip to Akira's lower lip for emphasis. ] You can do more. Whatever you want, I mean that.
[ Oh, the eyes are always watching, catalogueing every little reaction Maruki has to every little movement. So even if the teeth weren't returned, Akira would know to bring his down again just like this. ]
I want...
[ Separation just for a moment, to get a thought out, fighting against the urge to kiss and to bite, ]
To pin you down.
[ To lap, to taste, ]
Get nice and comfortable on top of you,
[ To thread fingers through the hair at the back of Maruki's skull and grip with perhaps a little too much force, smiling wide, skin to skin, ]
[ Every word sears and sparks, draws a high, wanting noise up out of Maruki's throat–
Until that turn at the end that makes his eyes go wide and round as saucers, mouth twisting into an incredulous grin as he presses both palms flat against Akira's shoulders to pull himself back and look him dead in the eye.
Well. In his regular eyes, at least... ]
Th-that's what you want? Really? I– hah, my god, well, okay...
[ Oh, all that fluster from earlier returns to him at once, squirming in Akira's lap and darting his gaze away.
No one has ever offered to do something like that, let alone so boldly. He's never been in that position with another man, and the novelty of it is as thrilling as it is terrifying. ]
... We should. Ah. Um. See how nice the bed is in this room of yours. I think. [ A tiny, strangled clearing of his throat. ] And then you can– yes. Please. Akira.
[ It just. Slips out. Every reaction he's having is already mortifying enough, why not tack that on too? ]
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you say "someone should sit in akira's lap and get jerked off" i say how high
He's a caring, affectionate man who has, to Maruki's knowledge, never been dishonest with him. Yes, he can get intense about his interests, but– well, so can Maruki. That's something inherent to people who seek out knowledge above all else, he thinks. Even when it's occasionally unnerving, it's never dangerous. Really, Maruki feels perfectly safe with him, youkai or not.
Of course, there's always the possibility that he's got it all wrong, that he's walked right into the belly of the beast and will be devoured soon enough. But some wires of his cognition are permanently crossed, and even that potential is thrilling in its own way.
One nice date snowballs into another, and another, and another, and it's truly a phenomenal thing that Maruki gets up the nerve to accept an invitation back to his hotel room.
His very luxe hotel room.
Suddenly, Akira's ability to spoil him on those dates makes a bit more sense... Oh, to have a doctorate degree that isn't functionally useless.
It's there, on a plush loveseat in a suite that surely costs more than his life, that Maruki finds himself deftly pulled into the good doctor's lap. Awkward, gangly limbs splay to straddle his lap, and his already flushed cheeks flare brighter and hotter as his palms come to rest flat on Akira's chest, and he laughs through his shock and fluster. ]
Ah, I keep forgetting just how strong you are... [ Not that it takes much to muscle around a guy as slight as him, but still. ] I wish my own abilities granted me any sort of practical side effects like that. You've certainly got one over on me!
[ GOD, PLEASE GET ONE OVER ON HIM. ]
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Very, very few of them come back for a second go.
He was always too much in one way or another, too strange, too intense, too frightening, and though finding a match was never really his highest priority Akira just had to come to terms with the fact that finding someone who enjoys spending time with him as much as he does with them was going to be...difficult.
Maruki, though. Maruki is incredibly easy to spend time with. He's so patient with Akira's curiosities, eager to learn things in tandem, and has no shortage of fascinating topics to regale with at any given time. On top of that he's kind, and he's cute with that smile and nervous little laugh...
Alright. Akira might be a little smitten.
Which might also be obvious from the tipsy adoration he's beaming up at Maruki once the man's settled on his lap, palms resting against thighs as thumbs draw lazy little circles.
With a chuckle, ] It helps that you're pretty light. Buuuuut I do get a lot of practice holding down unruly patients, so it isn't all side effects of genetics.
[ He likes to think he doesn't let his upbringing get the better of him all that often, but even the most shunned of outcasts aren't immune to social conditioning. And so a potential partner hitting him with the 'oh wooow you're so strooong' is. Unexpectedly doing it for that oni side of him. ]
ohhhh your honor they're CUTE I FEAR
He ducks his head to try to hide a growing flush – holding down unruly patients, dear lord, of course that's part and parcel when it comes to practicing medicine on youkai. Akira is ridiculous, and Maruki's ridiculously fond of him.
One hand tracks up to idly fiddle with the collar of Akira's shirt, fingers slipping inside undone top buttons to seek out the warmth of his skin. ]
Do I have to be unruly to see that for myself? I'm afraid that's not exactly in my nature...
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[ One of his hands rises as well, tracing up Maruki's thigh until he can hook a finger in one of his belt loops. ]
But are you sure you want to? You don't know all the things I've imagined doing if I ever got you alone like this...
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[ Maruki isn't so stupid as to be surprised by those words; they enjoy one another's company, there's an undeniable attraction that flows both ways. Akira is sweet, effusive in his affections. He dotes, and spoils, and praises, and Maruki has never once doubted that there's something brewing insistently between them, even in his most oblivious moments.
But despite all this, it's an inescapable truth that he doesn't assume anyone considers him at all when he isn't around. Much less at length, much less in the context Akira implies with that touch.
He shifts a little closer in Akira's lap, looks at him with guileless eyes. ]
It's hard to believe I'm on your mind that much, but... what do you imagine?
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[ If Akira had his way he'd have been staring close enough, long enough, into those big, doe eyes to take an educated guess at Maruki's perscription, but seeing them like this is almost just as good. Some things are easier to see when in the bigger picture, after all. ]
I think of mapping your pulse points with my lips, my teeth, tongue, getting to feel how excited you are the further down I go...
[ How lucky one hand is already so close to Maruki's femoral artery, close enough for the hand at his thigh to slip just-so and keep up the thumb massage so cheekily close to his groin. ]
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He slides both hands up to rest lightly along the line of Akira's jaw, fingers delicately tracing. ]
I would let you, you know. [ Easily, gladly. His smile is shy but true. ] Honestly... I can't imagine there's anything I wouldn't let you do.
[ Perhaps a uniquely foolish statement to make with a man like Akra, but Maruki is a uniquely foolish man himself. ]
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[ 'Danger' he says, practically purring against the soft touch. No, he'd never harm Maruki on purpose, but he knows himself. Knows that's not always how he thinks of it. It'd be a disservice to such a sweet man not to remind him every now and then that he's cozying up to a predator no matter how much said predator's taken a shine to him.
The hand at Maruki's belt loops slooowly drags a fingertip across to the buckle, unclasping it with perhaps surprising skill considering it's just the one hand. ]
It'd be easy to throw you back onto the bed there, get myself nice and settled on top of you...just my hips on yours would be enough, I bet, but would you like it if I pinned your hands above your head, hmm?
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Well, unfortunately, if he keeps working Maruki's trousers open it'll become all too clear just how much he enjoys it. He shifts in Akira's lap as his belt is undone, spreads his legs just a little wider to settle more comfortably
He can't make eye contact, watching instead as he drags one hand up to fiddle with Akira's hair right above his ear. ]
That sounds like something I would enjoy, yes... [ Another understatement. Hold me down and have your way with me, far too bold to make it to the tip of his tongue, but the thought is certainly there. ] Is that what you like, Takahashi-san? Taking over like that...?
[ And it's a very, very genuine question. Maruki wants more than anything to know what Akira likes, what he wants. He'll give it to him, whatever it is. ]
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[ He can't help but chuckle at how silly that must sound, taking his sweet time to slide the belt out of its loops while he chooses his next words. ]
You're already stunning as you are day-to-day, I can't imagine how beautiful you'd be when worked up and wanting, much less when satisfied...
[ The hand at Maruki's thigh slowly releases its grip only to finger-walk nice and coy up to his zipper. With the way their hips are so comfortably settled against each other, it's not secret how much Akira and his imagination are enjoying this moment either. ]
...and I want to take note of every single step it takes to get you there. So I can compare and contrast methods for the next time, if I'm so lucky as to be allowed.
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If you're so lucky? I think you've got it backwards.
[ Another roll of his hips, more deliberate this time; he can feel Akira hard and aching against him, all from nothing more than a little light petting and his own pretty words. It's a relief to not be the only one so easily affected.
He exhales, shaky, and leans in to press a lingering kiss just beneath Akira's ear. Then another, lower down his jaw; a third against his neck as he speaks. ]
You're so handsome and confident... assured of yourself... and clearly a dedicated man of science. [ He grins into the warm skin of Akira's neck despite himself; there really is nothing more charming than taking detailed notes to compare and contrast. What a dork... ] I like you, too. You should know that.
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Yeah okay, screw putting on a little show, the belt is unceremoniously dropped right on the floor once it's all the way out so Akira can bring that hand to rest possessively against the nape of Maruki's neck, keeping his lips close to Akira's skin just that little bit longer. ]
Mm...I'd say I'm lucky, yes, having someone like you talking to me like this.
[ Steady, but not nearly as slow anymore, Maruki's zipper is finally down and Akira's palming at the bulge in his boxers. Just a little more patience, only a little more. ]
I want to make you feel so good, Maruki...may I touch you? Please...?
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[ It's a small, strangled, pitiful sound that jolts out of Maruki when he feels a warm hand snaking its way into his pants. Coupled with those words, as if Maruki could ever deny him, to say nothing of when he's asked so sweetly–
Oh, he's a goner. ]
Oh, my... You can, yes. Please.
[ It's all murmured against Akira's neck before he latches on again, sucking a slow, deliberate kiss over his pulse point. Maruki's too overwhelmed to say he wants to make him feel good too; he can communicate it this way, his whole body rocking into Akira's. ]
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The shiver follows down his arm, hands, to the fingertips tugging at Maruki's waistline to free his dick and wrap around it in one smooth motion. It's slow at first, almost reverent, as if Akira could memorize even this much about Maruki from touch alone.
And he may very well, with his eyes fluttering shut to bask in the feeling of it all. ]
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Th-that's... ah, you feel good, even just like this.
[ It's because the motion is so slow, so deliberate and patient that Maruki falls apart so easily. He's just as susceptible to this as he is a frenetic, feverish rush. Maybe even more so; as much as it would normally mortify him to be touched so reverently that it's nearly worship, in Akira's hands that feels like a safe notion.
He manages to pick himself up, both trembling hands coming to cup Akira's cheeks, thumbs stroking the soft skin beneath closed eyes. ]
I never thought you'd be this sweet...
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I want to be even sweeter for you. Give you all the nice things you deserve.
[ Not just expensive gifts, those are easy. He could spend thousands on Maruki in an instant without much thought. But what Akira really wants to give is time, attention, to show him with action how fascinating a man he truly is, that Akira isn't kidding when he says he wants to know every single thing he can.
Like which way he moves his fingers will get Maruki slack-jawed in pleasure again. ]
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Akira did tell him that he likes to dote. And Maruki believed it! Truly, he did. He's had no reason to doubt any of Akira's words before, and certainly not now.
But Maruki is a scientist, deep into his bones. All the hypotheticals in the world don't come close to the real thing. Seeing is believing, and being the sole target for all of Akira's boundless passionate energy and brazen affection would be enough to make a believer out of even the most skeptical man.
His whole body shudders at the next movement of that deft hand, hips rolling forward to try to grind into Akira again, desperate to give him something in return. ]
You'll have to let me do the same.
[ A panting murmur against Akira's lips before slides his hands down the sides of his neck, to the front of his chest, to work at the buttons of his shirt. ]
I won't accept anything less.
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But those words, those fingertips teasing their warmth against the skin of his throat. ]
Please.
[ It's almost breathless, that word. And completely genuine, with the way bright red eyes are practically oozing the very same sentiment. Please, please, please-- ]
Oh, please show me how sweet you can be.
[ Beneath a button, beneath Maruki's fingers, an eye splits open from Akira's flesh. And another, and another, greedily bubbling to the surface for the privilege of gazing at Maruki as the main two squeeze shut for another eager kiss. ]
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OVER SOME EYES. ]
Mmph– what!?
[ He jerks his head back, looking quickly from Akira's handsome face to the MANY EYES now littered across his chest. ]
T-Takahashi, I can't touch you if you're...
[ Well, wait. ]
Unless... do you like them being touched? How does it work?
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Sorry, once the problem registers he can't help but laugh. He really should have expected this, excited as he gets, and yet...! ]
I do, actually, but not like...ah, here.
[ The free hand will gently, gently, take one of Maruki's, bringing it down towards no eye in particular. There's plenty to choose from.
But once they land on one he'll guide fingertips with his own, carefully brushing them along the lid, much like a lover sweeping tears away. Back, and forth, to the upper lid as well, and as he's demonstrating the two on his face have the nerve to look bashful. ]
Is that alright? Not too strange...?
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[ A soft exhalation, deeply fascinated by watching the way Akira guides his touch. It makes sense, really, and it's exactly why he quickly pulled away – no one likes getting poked in the eye, even and perhaps especially when those eyes are everywhere! But a tender motion like this, more affectionate than anything else...
Maruki's own eyes lift to Akira's face again, smiling with warmth and total endearment. ]
It's not strange at all. Thank you for showing me.
[ And he's curious to try something else along with that, but– well, that time will come. The night is young, and just as Akira's been taking his time with him, Maruki is in no rush either.
He quickly undoes the rest of the buttons on Akira's shirt so he can push it open, give him full and free access to this baffling, fascinating, lovely man he's found himself entangled with.
When he returns to their kiss, it's with two fingers stroking gently over the lid of one eye, a thumb brushing beneath another. Both hands have a light touch, cautious not to cause any discomfort, but ever-moving, ever-exploring. He won't stop unless Akira tells him to. ]
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(There are select places the eyes don't grow, and with a glance it's obvious why. Scars, thin incisions yet jagged and poorly stitched back together some long time ago dotting across his toned abdomen, and yet another much cleaner and much deeper at the same time cutting right across the underside of his ribcage. They clearly come with stories, but, perhaps for another time.)
Akira's all too happy to return to the kiss, more tender than eager at this exact moment, the attention to his own body teasing pleased little noises out of his throat against Maruki's lips. Enough, perhaps, to force a puff of air through and separate his own, teeth playfully nipping down before they realize what they're doing.
Does it matter? Only if they're both enjoying it. Only if Maruki's enjoying it. Slowly, steadily, the rhythm of his hand at the man's cock picks up the pace a notch. ]
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Now, though–
That little nip makes Maruki's gentle wandering touch turn into clutching around his ribs, jaw going slack again. He nods dumbly, just in case any of those eyes are watching, and grinds down harder against Akira for emphasis. ]
Y-you can do that. [ A beat, and then a returned nip to Akira's lower lip for emphasis. ] You can do more. Whatever you want, I mean that.
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I want...
[ Separation just for a moment, to get a thought out, fighting against the urge to kiss and to bite, ]
To pin you down.
[ To lap, to taste, ]
Get nice and comfortable on top of you,
[ To thread fingers through the hair at the back of Maruki's skull and grip with perhaps a little too much force, smiling wide, skin to skin, ]
And ride you until we both forget our names.
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Until that turn at the end that makes his eyes go wide and round as saucers, mouth twisting into an incredulous grin as he presses both palms flat against Akira's shoulders to pull himself back and look him dead in the eye.
Well. In his regular eyes, at least... ]
Th-that's what you want? Really? I– hah, my god, well, okay...
[ Oh, all that fluster from earlier returns to him at once, squirming in Akira's lap and darting his gaze away.
No one has ever offered to do something like that, let alone so boldly. He's never been in that position with another man, and the novelty of it is as thrilling as it is terrifying. ]
... We should. Ah. Um. See how nice the bed is in this room of yours. I think. [ A tiny, strangled clearing of his throat. ] And then you can– yes. Please. Akira.
[ It just. Slips out. Every reaction he's having is already mortifying enough, why not tack that on too? ]
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DERANGED BARKING
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