It was still dark when Atsushi rolled over and found the bed empty. He thumped a hand around the other side of the bed with his eyes still closed—still mostly in his dream about the marshmallow car—but when no smack or Rashomon retaliation came in response he, unfortunately, woke fully and could see that he was alone in the bed.
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Atsushi sat up and yawned hugely, staring at the covers and then looking around the room. No light spilled from around the corner where the bathroom was, and the lights in the main room downstairs were clearly off as well. Akutagawa’s side of the bed wasn’t warm, either, and they had definitely gone to sleep together. He staggered out of bed and wandered over to the loft’s railing.
The cabin was quiet save for the regular background hum of the appliances downstairs. No light from the television, no raucous sex noises from the master bedroom, just the soft, comfortable blanket of night. Atsushi caught some movement out of the corner of his eye and finally saw a figure standing on the covered back porch, by the dormant hot tub. There he was.
Akutagawa was standing, leaning against the railing and just looking out into the night quietly. He didn’t jump when Atsushi opened the door, although he did shift his head just enough to verify that it was Atsushi before looking back out into the night. “Everything okay?” Atsushi asked, coming to stand beside him at the railing.
The air outside was cool but not cold; the end of the season was imminent. Atsushi rubbed his arms as he leaned them on the railing, and Akutagawa sighed out a soft noise of amusement. “Go back to bed, weretiger. Dawn is a few hours off, yet.”
“Then come back to bed with me. I’ll sleep better with you there.”
This seemed to startle Akutagawa just slightly, and he looked sidelong at Atsushi as if expecting his face would share a different sentiment. When he clearly saw no difference, he sighed again and rubbed his hand over the bottom of his face but couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his mouth. “Do you even know what a remarkable creature you are?”
Atsushi was still paddling around in a barely awake fugue. “I’m not remarkable,” he said and yawned. Then he gave Akutagawa a sleepy smirk. “But you’re lucky to have me.”
Akutagawa touched his face, and Atsushi tilted his cheek into Akutagawa’s hand. “Eternally lucky,” Akutagawa said softly and brushed his thumb over Atsushi’s bottom lip. “Go back to sleep, Atsushi.”
“Not without you,” Atsushi said stubbornly, covering Akutagawa’s hand with his own.
“If I go back to bed with you right now there won’t be much sleeping to be had,” Akutagawa said, still smirking, but with a hungry edge to his voice he didn’t bother trying to hide. Atsushi mouthed his thumb. “You don’t want to miss your morning run again today, do you?”
“I’d much rather have your cock inside me,” Atsushi said, eyes glittering in the darkness, and Akutagawa leaned in to kiss him.
~*~
“Fuuuuuuuck,” Atsushi moaned, rolling his face against the mattress, and clawing the fitted sheet up off the corner of the bed. Akutagawa’s hand landed heavy on the back of his neck and kept him pressed down, and he panted, shivering at Akutagawa’s touch. His cock felt so good it was unfair, and Atsushi rolled his weight up onto his shoulder so that he could sneak his hand down between his legs.
Heat blossomed where Akutagawa struck his ass and Atsushi whined. “No touching,” Akutagawa reminded him, and Atsushi begrudgingly pulled his hand free so that Akutagawa could see it again.
He was moving at a languid pace, which was great except the angle they were at wasn’t hitting him in the way he needed, and while Akutagawa’s cock filled him up just right, he wanted a hint of something more. Atsushi swallowed, elbows under his chest and head hanging, considering this. He felt Akutagawa slow, hand still holding tight to the back of his neck. “Something’s wrong.”
“No,” Atsushi said hoarsely, and decided to go for it, “can you just…can you use Rashomon, too?”
Now Akutagawa did stop, and Atsushi’s heart rose in his throat, afraid he’d crossed a line. He swallowed, panting aloud, and dared a glance back over his shoulder to see that Akutagawa was just staring at him, bewildered. “Is…is that okay?” Atsushi asked tentatively, because of the reactions he’d expected, this wasn’t really one of them.
“You want me to use my ability on you?”
“You’ve done it so fuckin’ much already,” Atsushi said, surprised that Akutagawa was surprised. “Can you…” fuck, he couldn’t believe he was about to say this out loud, “can you fuck me with it too, like you did that one time?”
His voice twisted weirdly. “You prefer her to my cock?”
“No, no, no—" Atsushi inhaled because he was going to fuck this up, sleepy-drunk already on the feeling of Akutagawa around him, inside him. “Not like, instead of your cock, but,” he flushed red and made himself maintain eye contact. “In addition. To it.”
Akutagawa kept staring at him for a long, long moment—and then the smirk that spread across his face let Atsushi know he was never going to live this down, but that was okay because he really wanted to get plowed right this second. Akutagawa tugged at the covers that had been haphazardly forced down the bed, pulling the top sheet around his shoulders and immediately Rashomon rippled from it, the grey sheets rimmed in red.
Atsushi rolled over, onto his back, legs cocked wide as Rashomon slid over his skin. Akutagawa sat on his knees for a moment, one hand braced on Atsushi’s knee as he puzzled out what he was going to do. A Rashomon tendril slid inside, curled in on itself, about as thick as his finger—and Atsushi squirmed as it pressed deeper than Akutagawa’s cock could reach.
His decision made, Atsushi hummed in satisfaction when Akutagawa sank his cock back in as well, the Rashomon tendril curling around him inside Atsushi. Atsushi had a hand on his cock and was stroking it, before Rashomon grabbed him by the wrist and yanked him back. “No touching,” Akutagawa reminded him crossly.
“More…?” Atsushi asked hopefully even as he felt Rashomon plunge deep, and maintained eye contact as more tendrils, each as thick as the first, squeezed in around Akutagawa’s cock. They all pressed on his inner walls, each in a different direction, and it was like being fingered but so much more, deeper, and with Akutagawa’s cock nestled up against his prostate.
Atsushi breathed out through his nose, fingers scrabbling against Akutagawa’s thigh. Akutagawa twisted his head, he’d stopped thrusting in as the tendrils were introduced, and now was just holding tight, enjoying the way everything was squeezing around his dick. “More,” Atsushi begged, and Akutagawa wet his lips and considered this.
He pulled Rashomon back, and Atsushi whined, upset at the feeling of emptiness, and that whine turned full-blown when Akutagawa pulled out as well. He was using himself to eyeball it, though, and the Rashomon tendrils that wrapped together formed something akin to a cock, if slightly bigger—and definitely longer—than Akutagawa’s own.
Atsushi moaned when the Rashomon-dick plunged into him, filling him up immediately. His cock bobbed against his belly, leaving slick trails where the head kissed skin, and Akutagawa enjoyed watching Atsushi take every bit of it, panting and gasping. Once it was entirely in, he pushed his own cock in alongside, and it was tighter than anything he’d tried so far. Atsushi keened, and Rashomon fucked in deep; Akutagawa was startled to realize that he could see it move, a small bulge forming above Atsushi’s cock.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Atsushi was changing, head dug all the way back into the mattress and eyes squeezed shut. Akutagawa grabbed his wrist with one hand and Atsushi whined, trying to twist it free. “I haven’t touched, I haven’t,” he panted, but Akutagawa grabbed his hand and pushed it against his skin, and held it there as Rashomon rammed in again.
Atsushi’s mouth opened but no sound emerged that Akutagawa could hear for a solid thirty seconds. Then he twisted, hand still pressed to the bulge, and grabbed at the sheet Akutagawa had wrapped himself in. “More,” Atsushi gasped, gone mad with it. “Harder—!”
Too much more of this and he’d split clear in two, so Akutagawa regretfully only added one or two more tendrils to the creation pounding away at Atsushi’s insides; and watched with great satisfaction as Atsushi pressed both his hands to the spot where they could both see Rashomon move when she bottomed out.
Atsushi’s back arched and his hips started to rise off the bed. Rashomon kept him down even as his cock spurted hot, white trails over his hands and stomach. As soon as his cock stopped pulsing, Rashomon slammed into his walls again and Atsushi wailed, bouncing the headboard against the wall and coming apart all over again, the climax clearly painful. Akutagawa fucked him through it, shallow thrusts of his cock hitting Atsushi’s prostate directly, and then some of Rashomon squeezing him tight while still inside Atsushi, until he came as well.
Akutagawa remained between his legs, though he had slipped out when he came. Rashomon, however, remained inside, keeping Atsushi in place, filled completely; he was breathing in great gulping sobs, somehow still on the edge of coherent.
He looked up at Akutagawa with wide, glittering eyes, tears tracked down his face and immediately Akutagawa’s gut twisted with worry…at least until Atsushi blindly grabbed at his hand, pulling him in, and gasped, “again!”
~*~
“Is it still called caterwauling when it’s a tiger?” Dazai asked reflectively, hands folded over his stomach.
“Shut the fuck up,” Chuuya said, head buried underneath all the pillows and half under Dazai as well. “Just shut up.”
Akutagawa made a noise like he was dying, and if his grip strength was better Atsushi might have cause to worry about his upper arm, but even now he wasn’t focused on that, his eyes locked between Akutagawa’s legs instead.
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Atsushi rubbed his thumb just under the head of Akutagawa’s cock, applying just a hint of pressure. Akutagawa made that noise again, and the end of it caught on a sob.
Atsushi wet his dry lips, eyes going now to Akutagawa’s. His eyes were squeezed shut, and it wasn’t quite pleasure on his face; Atsushi swallowed hard and said, “Ryuunosuke.”
His name made Akutagawa’s eyes crack open, and he looked at Atsushi, panting slightly. “Okay?” Atsushi asked, now that he had eye contact, and after a moment of consideration, Akutagawa nodded and then exhaled, the grip on Atsushi’s bicep lessening. They both looked down, to where Atsushi held his cock, one hand wrapped firmly around it and keeping it in one position, and the other, very gently, working the metal rod inside. Lube squeezed out around it, and he’d gotten most of the device in already; it was capped by a rounded ball end and a small cage to lock it into place once completely inside.
It had been Akutagawa’s idea, of course, sitting on the floor and sorting through the remainder of the contents of the Brown Bag—Atsushi had been certain he was going to be the one who ended up submitting to this, but Akutagawa had held the package that the sounds were in and stared at it in fascination for a long, long time. Atsushi had finally offered to help him with it if he really wanted to, and the next thing he knew he was sitting between Akutagawa’s legs with an obscene amount of lube and the metal sound.
He'd seen Akutagawa wanton before, but this seemed to be a whole new level. Atsushi didn’t want to do anything to hurt him and didn’t understand how this wasn’t, but he gently, slowly, pulled the sound back some before letting it sink into his cock again and Akutagawa nearly vibrated with it, a stuttering sound coming out of his lungs. “What does it feel like?” Atsushi asked, trying to draw his focus, as his eyes were now glued to Atsushi’s hands, watching him work.
“I don’t know…how to describe it…” Akutagawa’s first words in a while, but they gave him something to focus on. He exhaled another shaky breath as Atsushi let it settle deeper inside, releasing the end of the sound and watching how it bobbed in place, moving slowly as Akutagawa’s body worked around the intrusion. “Good, but…ah, ah—” his breath came out quickly again as Atsushi pushed on the ball on the end, sliding it deeper, until it sat snugly against the head of his cock. “Weretiger!”
Atsushi laughed softly despite himself. He fastened the tiny catch, which would prevent the sound from working itself free, and stroked Akutagawa’s dick lightly. He’d never heard Akutagawa make some of these noises, not even with his dick in his ass, and it was new and incredible. “You gotta tell me if it hurts.”
“It’s not…” Akutagawa frowned, and clearly focused himself inwards—Atsushi used this time to use his thumb again and pressed it firmly along the bottom of his cock as he stroked. That Akutagawa apparently was not a fan of, as he squalled like whose tail had been stepped on. “Fuck! Ah, ah, god dammit—!”
“That didn’t feel so good?”
“No…” Akutagawa exhaled shakily, and Atsushi took his hand off Akutagawa’s cock, watching him tremble in his lap.
“What do you want me to do?”
“In a minute,” Akutagawa breathed, still focused inward. Atsushi could see his dick twitching slightly, and he used his thumb to wipe some of the lube squeezing out from around the sound. Akutagawa’s hand tightened on his arm again, and he tilted his head back, shifting the position of his hips, legs moving up over Atsushi’s sides. “I need your cock, weretiger.”
Atsushi leaned over him, brushing his hair back, away from his sweat-slicked face. “With that thing inside? It’s not gonna let you come. Are you sure?”
“Fuck me,” Akutagawa snarled, grabbing Atsushi’s ear-tail and yanking it hard. Atsushi yelped and tried to free himself, and Akutagawa came away with more than a few strands of Atsushi’s silver hair caught between his fingers. His shoulders slammed back into the mattress, and he panted, wrist over his forehead and eyes open but staring through the ceiling above them as Atsushi fingered him.
Atsushi went slow because he didn’t trust Akutagawa, kept his eye on him as he slid his lube-slicked cock over his hole and pushed, and groaned himself at how Akutagawa’s body sucked him in. His body was so tense he squeezed Atsushi senseless, and he couldn’t help it, sinking to the hilt immediately. “Fuck,” he moaned, thrusting his cock a few times, feeling the waves of contraction as Akutagawa clamped down on him again.
Akutagawa had crossed his arms over his eyes, effectively hiding most of his face. Atsushi pushed his palm into the sheets beside Akutagawa’s head, hiking his hips off the bed and that shifted the angle of everything, all at once. Akutagawa howled, his back arching and entire body shaking, and Atsushi watched, mouth open in surprise, as Akutagawa came, dry.
“Holy shit,” he breathed, using his other hand to gently pull Akutagawa’s arms off his face. “Are you okay? That looked intense.”
Akutagawa panted; eyes glazed. The cage at the end of the sound kept it from ejecting under the force of his climax, but it did work itself nearly the thickness of a finger free. Akutagawa finally focused on Atsushi, mouth open to say something, but Atsushi very gently stroked his dick once before pushing the sound back in with his thumb.
That elicited another noise from Akutagawa, and Atsushi leaned over him, kissing his sweat-drenched forehead, and fucked into him again. He shifted their bodies together so he could keep one hand wrapped loosely around Akutagawa’s cock, thumb pressed against the cold metal of the ball, keeping the sound in place as he fucked him.
Akutagawa was gasping nonsense now, whining Atsushi’s name on the edge of his breath and gone all the way over the edge, managing another dry orgasm as Atsushi figured out the best angle to keep going. Akutagawa’s hand wrapped around the back of his neck, the other flailed above his head, pulling at the sheets; the cords were standing out in his neck as he dug his head back into the mattress.
Atsushi had pity on him, and blindly flipped the latch on the sound. It immediately started to work its way free. He probably wasn’t as gentle as he should have been pulling it free, but Akutagawa immediately curled up against him, both arms over his shoulders, and lasted about three more thrusts before he was coming harder than Atsushi had ever seen, clawing his shoulders bloody.
He went limp against Atsushi and thudded back into the covers; Atsushi extracted himself as well and sat up on his knees, panting loud. “Akutagawa?”
There was no response from Akutagawa, and Atsushi groaned, stroked his achingly hard cock, and gave in to jerking off over him. He shuddered as he came, his mess joining Akutagawa’s across his stomach and chest, and Atsushi dropped into the covers on his shoulder beside Akutagawa, still breathing hard.
After a little, Akutagawa’s eyelids fluttered and he squinted them open, hoarse. He rolled his head to stare at Atsushi, and Atsushi eyed him worriedly. “You okay?”
Akutagawa glanced down at himself, then pushed his hand through the drying mess on his stomach awkwardly. “Did you jerk off on me, weretiger?”
“I had to do it somewhere,” Atsushi said and was able to shift enough that Akutagawa’s awkward flail of a smack came nowhere near him. It helped that he was moving at roughly ten percent of his usual speed.
“For that indignity, you get to help me clean up,” Akutagawa ordered as he started to get up, then groaned and thumped back into the covers. “In a minute.”
“Yeah, I was already going to help you with that,” Atsushi said, amused, and rolled close enough to kiss his head again and sat up before he could be swatted away. “Are you sure you’re alright? It was good?”
“Weretiger,” Akutagawa said, clearly aggravated, “if you are so curious, next time we’ll do you.” He exhaled, eyes going closed again, and a smile started at the edge of his mouth. “Maybe we’ll do you.”
Atsushi patted his shoulder gently and rose to start the shower.
They had been hiking for the better part of the afternoon, through dense, shaded forest and up a gently sloping mountain trail. Akutagawa hadn’t seen any hikers since they set out in the early morning, leaving Dazai on one of the old wooden benches, Chuuya’s hat over his eyes. Supposedly they were hiking one of the trails as well, but as Dazai had seemed less than enthused with the activity he wouldn’t be surprised to see the car gone whenever they returned to the trailhead.
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It was nice, to be out in nature. He could hear the animals moving about around them—a wild deer had crossed the trail ahead of them, it froze when it noticed the intruders, and then was gone with a flick of its white tail, vanishing into the trees.
“There goes lunch,” Akutagawa said dryly, and Atsushi elbowed him.
Akutagawa had been remarkably amenable to this whole endeavor, which came as a surprise—mostly to himself. He knew Atsushi hadn’t pegged him as someone who would enjoy being outside as long as they had been, but he’d been by Atsushi’s side most of the days now, so much so that the paleness of his skin had warmed from the constant exposure to the sun.
There was a small, shallow creek that crossed the trail, with large flat stones meant to make the crossing easier. Atsushi still managed to wipe out on them and land in the shallow water, much to Akutagawa’s great amusement. Instead of deigning to follow Atsushi’s lead, Rashomon easily lifted him over the creek, and he stood, dry, on the other bank as Atsushi splashed through the ankle-high water.
Eventually, they reached a natural overlook that was marked with a pile of stones; it hadn’t been on Atsushi’s map and probably wasn’t that safe, but they sat on the rocks and looked out over the rolling hills, the ancient remnants of once-majestic mountains. Akutagawa leaned against Atsushi’s shoulder, the most contact he was willing to offer at the moment, still sweaty and gross from the climb.
“It feels like we’re the only two people in the world up here,” Atsushi said, shadowing his eyes from the sun.
Akutagawa threaded his fingers through Atsushi’s, and Atsushi looked over at him and smiled when Akutagawa leaned for a kiss. “Sometimes,” Akutagawa said, “I wish we were.”
Atsushi clearly didn’t know quite how to take that, so he ducked his head and looked away, blushing furiously and still holding Akutagawa’s hand—so he tugged Atsushi back and kissed him again.
Sometimes, when he looked at it from the outside, it still made not a single lick of sense to him that he would be here right now, walking under the midday sun, side by side with his most hated enemy. Akutagawa watched Atsushi as they walked, and he was taking in the sights and sounds of the forest around them, smile broad and open on his face—and Akutagawa was smitten all over again.
God, he was smitten. Hadn’t he come on this trip determined to pretend there was nothing left between them?
Atsushi’s face buried in the covers beside him, dropping off to sleep as he spoke; “good, ‘cause I love you too much…”
Akutagawa flushed and immediately turned his head slightly and stopped walked walking to cough.
Atsushi’s reaction was immediate, he half-turned on the trail, just a little bit ahead of Akutagawa. “Are you alright?” he asked, as Akutagawa uncapped his water to take a drink. “Has this been too much? We can head back at any time.”
“I am fine, weretiger,” Akutagawa said, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth. He looked up to see Atsushi looking around, clearly eying the landscape. The trees were large and old but the space between them was wider at this point in the trail, and there wasn’t that much by way of vegetation and underbrush—in fact, there were several small clearings dotted around where the sun broke through the canopy above.
Atsushi nodded his head, shifting his backpack on his back, and stepping off the trail. “Come on, we’re gonna take another break. I’m hungry anyway, aren’t you?”
“Isn’t going off the trail the number one thing we’re not supposed to do, ever, co-signed by at least four signs we passed?” Akutagawa asked.
Atsushi waved his hand in the air. “Look, you can see the trail from over here. We can spread out the blanket in my back and eat lunch and you can rest up before we start to head back.”
“We don’t need to head back; I am fine going further.” Akutagawa still didn’t step off the path, at least until he identified the largest old tree and using Rashomon impaled a branch high into its trunk in a most unnatural manner so they could find the trail again.
“You didn’t trust me?”
“Of course not. You will fall asleep in the sun after we eat and by the time you wake up, we will be disoriented and not able to find the path again.”
Atsushi stuck out his tongue as Akutagawa joined him in the clearing, full of lush wild grass that had been tamped down already by something large. Atsushi spread out their quilt and immediately dropped into a sitting position on it, backpack in his lap as he began to pull out the sandwiches he’d packed for lunch. Akutagawa sat on the soft blanket as well, picked up a sandwich from the pile, and began to eat.
He actually managed two of the sandwiches and was considering a third when Atsushi puppy-dog-eyed him out of it. “You are lucky I like you,” Akutagawa sniffed, and Atsushi beamed at him, devouring the sandwich like all the others before rolling onto his back in the sunlight and spreading his arms out, stretching big.
“And, out,” Akutagawa commanded, waving his hand—Atsushi lifted a particular finger in his direction, and he smiled, amused. “No sun-fueled power nap for the overgrown house pet? Color me amazed.”
“You know,” Atsushi said, folding his arms under his head, “you don’t have to be so sarcastic all the time, right? No one’s going to hold it against you to be genuine about things now and again.”
Akutagawa was silent for a long time, staring at Atsushi, whose eyes remained closed against the sunlight. “I am genuine about one thing,” he said, finally, and Atsushi shaded his eyes so he could look over at Akutagawa, sitting on his knees on the blanket. “I’m genuine in how I feel about you. The rest,” he said with a sad, wry smile, “is unfortunately just my shitty personality that you will have to deal with if you choose to continue with this relationship.”
Atsushi sat up on his elbows for a second, before transitioning to all the way upright. “Don’t say things like that,” he said. “Why wouldn’t I want to continue with this relationship? Being around you is fun, easy, and comfortable.”
“Three things that would baffle literally everyone who knows me,” Akutagawa said. “You do recall I cut off your leg?”
“Don’t forget all the times you stabbed me,” Atsushi started counting off on his fingers every instance of bodily trauma he’d endured at Akutagawa’s hands until Akutagawa had to stop him. “If you’re not going to get rid of me over a little thing like that, I really don’t think you have to worry about your personality that much.”
Akutagawa pushed him over and Atsushi flopped onto his back again, surprised—but he stilled when Akutagawa laid out next to him, their heads nearly touching. “I’ve never been in love before,” Akutagawa said, finally, and Atsushi’s hand found his and squeezed it tight. “So, I figure I’m pretty shit at that, too.”
“Well, neither have I, so we can be shitting about it together,” Atsushi said with confidence, and Akutagawa bonked his head softly against Atsushi’s, and they both laughed.
Atsushi did doze off, just as Akutagawa had predicted. He eventually extracted himself to step away from the blanket, far enough away to take a leak and not have to worry about their belongings, and when he returned Atsushi was muzzy but starting to wake from his nap. Akutagawa, teasingly, leaned in for a kiss to wake his sleeping weretiger.
When Atsushi shifted, his shorts revealed that he’d gone hard, erection visibly straining through his underwear, and Akutagawa pushed him in the shoulder. “It’s far too late in the day for morning wood!”
Atsushi lifted his hips, shifting his weight, and was about to put his hand down his shorts to deal with it when Akutagawa caught his wrist. Atsushi huffed and dropped back to the quilt, as Akutagawa threw his leg over Atsushi’s chest and sat up on his knees, looking imperiously over his shoulder. “I wanted dessert anyway.”
“Did you?” Atsushi helped regardless, getting his shorts down enough that Akutagawa could extract him from his underwear easily enough. “If I had known that I would have let you go to town earlier—hng.”
Akutagawa’s mouth always shut him up, and, after a moment of creative shuffling, he stretched himself over Atsushi better. He was more focused on the dick in front of him and in his mouth than how he was arranged, at least until Atsushi started pulling his own shorts down. “What are you doing?” Akutagawa asked, the head of Atsushi’s cock slipping from his lips, leaving sticky strands spiderwebbing between them.
“Maybe I want dessert too,” Atsushi said, one eye closing as Akutagawa’s dick smacked into his face. Akutagawa snorted as Atsushi licked him, then shuddered once and returned to his task at hand.
The air was full of nothing but the soft noises they were both making, licking and mouthing and sighing and little grunts and groans of pleasure. Akutagawa squeezed the base of Atsushi’s cock when he felt his muscles start to clench and Atsushi groaned, Akutagawa’s dick slipping from his mouth. “Was close,” he complained, and Akutagawa licked him up one side and down the other and that silenced him as effectively as anything.
Atsushi’s mouth was pretty damn good on its own, an oven that swallowed him down, and he grabbed at Akutagawa’s hips, dragging him down and swallowing Akutagawa’s cock to the root. Shudders ran through him, and Akutagawa gasped, Atsushi’s throat working around him, and he couldn’t hold back the tidal wave of his orgasm; it very nearly swept him under.
He tried to focus on Atsushi’s dick, but the aftershocks were still rocking through him, his dick dragging across Atsushi’s cheek leaving streaks of white while he coughed and swallowed, still lying flat on his back. Akutagawa refused to choke himself out, but he stroked Atsushi hard, mouth wrapped around the tip, and when he finally encouraged the climax out of Atsushi, he was able to catch most of it in his mouth.
“Fuck,” Atsushi said and laughed breathlessly. Akutagawa rolled off him, onto his back, dick flopping against his skin—and he covered his eyes with his arm. “Fuck, that was better than I was expecting.”
“Weretiger,” Akutagawa said raggedly, “do you even have a fucking gag reflex?”
“Hm? No, I don’t think so.” Atsushi sat up and wiped his mouth. “Didn’t Dazai-san already mention that?”
“I thought he was joking.” A pause. “How does he know—?”
“You’ve seen me eat.”
Akutagawa had to concede the point. He exhaled and laughed, and Atsushi nudged him with a knee, and they both kept laughing under the warm summer sun.
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