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Akira is starting to think that maybe Akechi really won’t be coming back anytime soon. A few weeks have passed since the deadline and when Akechi walked out of Leblanc after breaking their deal, but Akira distracted himself by seeing how his friends were enjoying their new reality, glad to see them living how they deserve.
He’d spend time with the Thieves and even noticed his other confidants had benefited from the new reality, meaning everyone he knew had gotten their wish and he wasn’t as present in their lives anymore. He could only keep that up for so long though, and seeing his blissfully happy friends no longer look at him the same way was starting to break away at his spirit when he knew what he truly wanted was still missing.
Every time the bell to Leblanc would ring, Akira found himself hoping his rival had finally returned to make all of this worth it, but he was always left disappointed. He’d carry the black glove wherever he went, hoping Akechi would show up and keep their promise, but every night the glove was left without its owner.
One night, Akira is resting in his new actual bed in the attic while he finds himself unable to stop thinking about Akechi. The last he’d seen of him that night he accepted Maruki’s deal, would that really be where their story ends? But that was the whole reason Akira had done this, he wanted Akechi to be happy and loved, not alone out of a misunderstanding of why Akira took the deal.
He’s sure that Akechi feels the same way about him, that despite their problems they would chose each other as their wish, but Akechi was stubborn and probably thought Akira did this because of some savior complex. Leave it to him to complicate things when Akira was just desperately in love with someone who he could only keep alive if reality was changed, so really it was the most selfish thing Akira has ever done.
Staring up at the star stickers, Akira thinks that maybe Akechi had just needed time to think and he’ll come back soon. They understood each other after all, there’s no way Akechi will be able to keep himself from coming back to Akira, he just has to wait a little longer. Akechi will come back and Akira can explain how he feels and why he accepted the deal, then everything will be as it should be.
Akira feels a breeze come through the open window, driving a shiver through him that snaps him out of his thoughts. Glancing at the time on his phone, Akira decides he has plenty of time to jack off to fantasies of fucking Akechi enough to drain his energy and easily send him into a comfy sleep.
Unsurprisingly, it’s a perfect sunny day when Akira wakes up and starts browsing through his phone, looking for a picture from Akechi’s food blog that he’d thought of last night. Akira wishes he had gotten a chance to get a picture of the two of them, something he could set as his lock screen and remind him of their time together.
During the process, Akira finds an old reminder he had about meeting up with Maruki, something about his progress in his research. Ignoring that Akira really should have paid more attention to Maruki’s research back then, he thinks that maybe he can ask for Maruki’s help with Akechi.
The fleeting thought is quickly squashed down in Akira’s mind. No. He wants Akechi to come back to him because he wants to and because he can’t help himself, not because of Maruki’s influence. He may have essentially trapped everyone in this reality, but he still wants the real and genuine Akechi, and that means waiting for him as long as it takes.
Akira has seen a lot of different ways that Akechi can act, and he won’t allow Maruki or anyone else to control Akechi, no matter the reality. Akechi was alive and free to choose what he wants, but Akira knows that Akechi wants to be here.
A ringing downstairs causes Akira to frown, Sojiro had closed the cafe for the weekend since he was going on a vacation with Futaba and Wakaba, so there shouldn’t be any customers, let alone an unlocked door. It also doesn’t sound like a break in either, but Akira cautiously gets up and peeks down the stairs to see if maybe one of the Thieves had taken up lock picking to surprise him.
Standing near one of the booths is the person Akira was willing to hand the world over to a madman just so he can live. Akechi doesn’t look different from what Akira had gotten used to over the last year, dressed in a typical sweater vest and pretty much camera ready with how beautiful his face and hair look. The look just screams Detective Prince, a stark contrast to how smug and annoyed Akechi usually looked throughout January.
Akira freezes at the top of the stairs, and Akechi easily finds him and lets out what sounds like a fond laugh. It’s a type of laugh Akira has to rack his brain to find any instances of hearing it, maybe one time at the Jazz Jin? His mind is all over the place, it’s hard to really pinpoint it when Akechi starts walking up the stairs.
“Why am I not surprised to find you sleeping in at this time? I thought I might trouble you for a cup of coffee, if that’s okay.”
Akechi reaches Akira and takes one of his hands in his own, waiting a bit for a response before deciding to bring the two of them down to the cafe anyway. Akechi sits in his usual seat at the counter, clearly looking at Akira with a soft look that Akira has definitely not seen before. There’s a look of expectation in his eyes, snapping Akira into auto pilot and making his usual order to drink.
Placing the mug in front of him, Akira clears his mind enough to make him realize he should probably say something by now. Akechi takes the cup and stares at Akira while he stirs the drink, moving his free hand to rest on top of Akira’s on the counter. Akira glances down at their hands, noting that Akechi isn’t wearing any gloves at all, letting out a small sound when Akechi strokes his hand.
“Uh, so where have you been? Also, why are you acting like that? It’s just us here.”
Akechi laughs at that, a genuine laugh unlike the fake Detective Prince ones or the unhinged Black Mask ones.
“I know it’s just us, I have you all to myself so we can get what we both want, right? Don’t worry about where I’ve been either, I needed time away but I knew it was a matter of time before I was drawn back to you. How long until someone comes by the cafe, you think?”
Hearing him talk more makes Akira realize that not only is Akechi acting different from anything he’s seen, his actual voice sounds slightly different as well. Even though his looks had initially reminded Akira of the Detective Prince, nothing else about him is like any of the versions Akira had known in their time together.
Akechi tucks some hair behind his ear and starts playing around with Akira’s fingers, and while Akira watches Akechi’s eyes wander all over his body he comes to a terrifying realization. He yanks his hand away from Akechi’s grasp, nearly knocking the neglected coffee over before he stands straight behind the counter.
“Maruki did this to you, didn’t he?”
Akechi’s face scrunches up with concern and confusion, and Akira can’t stand how genuine the expression looks.
“Akira, what are you talking about? No one did anything to me, are you feeling alright?”
Akira can hardly even process anything Akechi is saying, all he is thinking about is how Maruki interfered with Akechi after all, not being able to leave him to his own devices like Akira wanted. This entire time Akira had been waiting for the real Akechi to come back to him when Maruki was probably screwing with his mind, but he can make this right. Maruki owed him, he’ll revert whatever changes he made to Akechi and it’ll be okay. Akira takes off his apron and starts heading for the door.
“I’ll find Maruki and make him fix this. You’ll get put back to normal, you don’t deserve whatever this is.”
He reaches for the handle of the and opens it, thinking about the real Akechi he knew in January, his bitchiness and no bullshit attitude were nothing like this, and Akira wanted that real Akechi. When he opens the door there’s a breeze that comes in and Akira is nearly out the door before an unpleasant laugh rings behind him loudly.
It’s a completely familiar laugh that has Akira whipping around behind him to see Akechi bent over in laughter. He closes the door and goes near Akechi, waiting for his laughing fit to reach and end and getting his thoughts together in the meantime.
“ Normal , huh? I swear Kurusu, I can never fucking figure you out. This is what you wanted from this shitty reality isn’t it? A pretty fuckdoll that looks like the one person you couldn’t save, so what’s the issue exactly? He was saved and ready to bend over for you, so what more could you want Joker?”
Akira could breathe a sigh of relief if he didn’t think Akechi would tear him a new one over it, this was the Akechi he knew and wanted to come back, the real Akechi. Ignoring his smartass complaints and the slight boner from Akechi’s words, Akira decides he needs to wring the truth out of Akechi.
“You were just pretending right now, weren’t you? Why would you think that that’s what I want from you? This is the real you Akechi, that’s what I want.”
Akechi scoffs and sits against one of the booth tables, crossing his arms similar to all the times Akira had seen before.
“What makes you so sure, hm? What makes you think you ever even know the ‘real’ Akechi in the first place? Barely even a year together and you think you’re some sort of expert. Tch , please.”
“What, so now nothing from you was ever real, sure . You were willing to die for someone who never even really knew you then? Why else would you stop the act when I mentioned Maruki if you weren’t really you?”
“Did you ever think maybe this is all a result of Maruki anyway? The man’s a god, it would hardly be surprising if he bestowed his favorite student with the ability to also shape his wish as he desired. It’s why we’re all even here, so I can be or do anything you want me to.”
Akira tightens his fist in frustration, thinking about everything he knows about Akechi and how it could have been reflected in Maruki’s reality. There’s no way what he’s saying is true, Maruki wouldn’t just give him that power without telling him, and Akechi has always been a great liar and actor, so this must be the actual Akechi.
Right?
“I knew you’d have this all wrong, I want you to live, Akechi. To live the life you were never able to before, and yes, I’d do anything to be a part of it with you. You have to know by now, I lo—“
Akira is cut off by a warm pair of lips meeting his own, his body pulled against where Akechi leans on top of the booth table. It takes him by surprise, stumbling around a bit before getting comfortable being pressed against Akechi, who is working on getting Akira’s mouth open, placing a bite on his lower lip.
Akira pulls away as the bite clears his mind a bit, trying to get a sense of what Akechi is thinking but his face is flushed and impatient as he stares back.
“I—, this is really you, isn’t it Akechi? This isn’t just because I want this, right?”
Akechi rolls his eyes and scoffs, then sits more comfortably on top of the table and wraps his legs around Akira, pulling him in closer and reaching a hand towards his dark hair, playing with the messy strands.
“Does it even matter anymore, in this new reality? I can tell you I’m really me but who’s to say that also isn’t a product of our reality? I may not even know the truth either, but we’re both trapped here anyway, may as well enjoy ourselves, don’t you think?”
“You’re just pissed I took the deal and don’t know how else to admit you actually want to be here too, Akechi. Quit trying to twist things around.”
“Whatever you say, Akira. Now can we stop the pointless theorizing and get to the you fucking me part? I’d hate for my work to go unappreciated.”
Akira is about to ask what work he means before Akechi comes back in for another kiss, making a sweet little moan at the contact that switches Akira’s brain out of his overthinking mindset and fills his desire to hear the sound again. They make out for a while, running their hands across each other's bodies and seeking any traces of skin they could find.
Akechi sets a rougher and near desperate pace compared to Akira’s softer and slower one, trying to appreciate every part and moment with Akechi. Akechi bites Akira’s lips again and a gasp gives him the opening to shove their tongues together, feeling like he wants them to suck each other’s face off before they even got their pants off.
Akira grabs Akechi’s waist on both sides, squeezing and trying to get him to slow down since they weren’t in any rush.
“Stop being so fucking gentle , Joker. I’m not going to break, unlike your fucking resolve that night in February.”
And really the insult and codename makes something shift in Akira, makes him realize there was no point in trying to be gentle with Akechi right now when what they both needed was to get their frustrations out. He meets Akechi’s mouth and tongue with equal drive, trying to fuck his mouth with Akira’s own.
Satisfied he was finally acting like a worthy rival, Akechi runs his hands down Akira’s front before stopping right at the front of his pants. It doesn’t take him long to unbuckle and lower his pants enough to see Akira’s growing hard on through his underwear, rubbing his palm against it and feeling his size.
They moan into each other’s mouths, before separating and Akira bracing himself to stay upright as Akechi keeps rubbing at his dick. Akira distracts himself from the feeling by focusing his hands on getting Akechi out of his clothes, starting with his dumb sweater vest. Akechi uses one hand to keep palming at Akira’s bulge, and uses the other to lazily pull at Akira’s own shirt in return.
Once Akechi’s out of his shirt, he squeezes Akira’s hard on with his hand and nods to his shirt, prompting Akira to pull his shirt off as Akechi watches. Once he gets it over his head he can see Akechi biting his lip as his eyes rake over Akira’s form, then scooting off the table and pushing Akira to lean against the counter.
Akechi runs his hands across Akira’s front, feeling his muscles and humming to himself as he lowers himself to his knees in the middle of the cafe. Akira watches his every move, how his gloveless hands trace down his body and get the rest of Akira’s pants off him, leaving him in just his underwear.
Without a warning, Akechi brings his underwear down and frees Akira’s half hard cock from its confines, causing it to spring up near Akechi’s face. Despite the sight being what Akira had jacked off to practically ever since they met, he finds himself slightly panicking that he was stark naked in the middle of Leblanc, right next to the glass door windows. Logically, he thinks that in this reality they could probably fuck raw in the middle of Shibuya and no one would bat an eye, but it’s a hard feeling to ignore anyway.
Helpful as he is though, Akechi pulls him from those thoughts when he starts licking along Akira’s dick. The feeling is way better than he could have ever imagined and he hadn’t even put his dick in Akechi’s mouth or ass proper yet, but Akechi seems like he also wants to quickly remedy that based on how he is working Akira’s dick.
Akechi licks long strips up and down Akira’s cock on multiple sides, careful and thorough in making sure no skin would go neglected from his mouth. He goes right underneath the dick, licking and sucking the underside after mouthing at his balls for a few moments, stopping when he reaches the aching tip.
He places little licks and kisses along the top, refraining from actually taking the length into his mouth before Akira grows impatient and brings a hand down to grab a handful of Akechi’s hair. Akechi glares up at him, but excitement fill his eyes as Akira tightens his grip, prompting him to get a move on.
Hair still held onto, Akechi takes the tip of the cock into his warm mouth, using his tongue to lick around and suck at the head. He places one hand on Akira’s side to get a better vantage, and the other to stroke the rest of his dick.
Akechi pulls off temporarily and uses the saliva and spit that had built up to spit back into his dick, using his mouth to spread the wetness across the length. Having the extra lubrication, Akechi starts taking in more of his cock with his mouth, using both hands now to keep up the friction and spread the saliva.
Akira moans when Akechi starts bobbing his head back and forth, watching his hair away with his movements as he throats the hardening dick. He uses his hands to help pull Akechi’s mouth down his dick, feeling the warmth and wetness around his growing length. Once Akira reaches his full hardness he can tell that Akechi starts to struggle with taking his entire size, but he seems dedicated to deepthroat fucking Akira’s dick down his throat.
“You’re fucking huge, why am I not surprised there either? At least you actually have something to back up all that bravado and pride, Joker.”
“Hm, I think you’re struggling a bit there Crow, lay on the table for me, I have an idea.”
Akechi complies after another minute of slobbering over Akira’s dick, sucking the tip and moving down to his balls to suck before moving to get further on the table.
He rests with his head at the end of the table, looking up at Akira as he gets closer and starts patting his dick across Akechi’s face, getting some saliva over his soon to be messier face. Akira places the tip inside Akechi’s mouth and starts slightly moving back and forth to allow Akechi to adjust, meanwhile he reaches down and starts groping at Akechi’s chest, appreciating how his nipples harden and the whine he gets after a pinch.
The whine sends vibrations through his dick that forced him to thrust deeper into Akechi’s mouth, reaching down his throat and causing Akechi to gag around the sudden intrusion. He pulls out and nearly starts to apologize before Akechi is pulling him back in by grabbing his sides, trying to get Akira to go just as deep again.
The feeling of Akechi’s throat like this is addicting, and Akira starts to properly fuck his huge cock down his tight throat, grabbing Akechi’s chest again to held steady himself. He sets a steady pace as he trains Akechi’s throat, feeling him gag and whine with every thrust. His tongue slides alongside his dick, which chases after it when Akira pulls out again and watches him try to get the cock back in without his hands.
Once he succeeds, Akira leans a bit over Akechi and feeling that he’s gotten more comfortable, starts fucking his throat like he would a pussy. He leans over more to try and get deeper and allow for a rougher fucking, groaning at the squeezing around his cock whenever Akechi would gag or moan.
Akira sees his cock bulging through Akechi’s throat and watches the sight move with his thrusts, he places a hand over the bump and pushes down a bit, making Akechi spasm and moan. Akechi still has his pants on but Akira can see that he’s got his own bulge even without having been touched there, and fuck Akira can’t wait to have his ass.
“Fuck, your throat feels amazing, Crow. Hmm, you’re such a good boy for me, getting this hard just from sucking dick.”
Akira pulls out again, making Akechi nuzzle and mouth around his balls while he uses his hands to keep jacking Akira off. He stares as Akechi tilts his head and raises himself with his elbows, trying to mouth his balls while stuffing his nose right against Akira’s pubes, taking in his smell and moaning around him like he was in a porno.
“Shit, back on your knees, Crow. Gonna come down your tight fucking throat.”
Akechi goes back to his knees and moves Akira’s hands to hold both sides of his head, going limp and making Akira do the rest of the work while he gropes at his own chest. Akira first moves Akechi’s face back and forth viscously, creating mostly shallow thrusts where Akechi wasn’t really taking his entire length.
So he switched tactics and held Akechi’s face in place against the side of a booth, trapping him there while Akira fucked his cock deep into his gagging throat. It was a relentless pace and if it were anyone else, Akira was sure they couldn’t take both his size and the lack of air, but Akechi was no quitter and moaned the entire time his throat was abused.
Akira feels himself getting closer and whenever he gets the entire length down Akiechi’s mouth he pauses for a bit, grinding in place and feeling Akechi try to swallow and tighten up around him. Akechi uses his hands to stroke up and down Akira’s chest and stomach, sometimes placing light scratches along his muscles when he would reflexively gag around the big cock fucking his throat.
The slight pain and overwhelming pleasure reaches its peak and Akira groans deeply as he stutters his hips and feels his load shoot down Akechi’s throat. Akechi lets out his most desperate moan yet, feeling the hot come go down his throat and fill up his mouth, spreading it around with his tongue when Akira pulls out, a string of saliva connecting them. He brings his fingers up to his mouth and plays with the come ridden mess in his mouth, reaching out to the stand connecting them and gathering it to place on his tongue.
He holds his mouth open with his tongue hanging out, showing off his used throat to Akira and the collection of come and saliva gathered there, before closing his mouth and eyes, swallowing with a moan. Akira can see his throat move with the swallow, as well as how his tongue moves in his mouth and pushes against his cheeks as he tries to gather everything Akira left. He looks at Akira with lustful eyes when he opens them, slowly opening his mouth and showing off his clean tongue and mouth, then closing it with a proud smirk.
“You’re— Fuck, maybe you really are just a figment of this reality, that was fucking impressive Akechi.”
Akechi laughs at that, moving up from his knees and grabbing Akira’s soft dick which causes him to whimper so soon after he just came.
“Must think quite highly about your size if you think so, do you think yours is the biggest cock I’ve ever gotten fucked by? I’ll admit, you’re certainly one of the top contenders, but I’m quite adept at— fuck! What was that for?!”
Akechi slaps at Akira’s shoulder, unimpressed with Akira’s attempt of getting him to shut up about other guy’s dicks. At Akechi’s ranting, Akira had reached his mouth down and taken Akechi’s nipples in his mouth and hand, simultaneously biting and pinching the hard nubs, causing Akechi’s outburst.
Akira laughs and licks the two nipples, soothing them and getting them wet with saliva before blowing some light air on them, pulling a whine and gasp out of Akechi.
“They looked lonely, practically begging to be touched. Speaking of which, you still have your pants on and whatever ‘work’ you wanted to show me earlier, hope you don’t disappoint me Crow.”
“We’ll get to that, first I’d like to get to an actual bed first, even your shitty excuse for one will do. I’m not willing to get deprived of the only good coffee left in this reality just because Sakura-san finds out you couldn’t wait to get your dick wet.”
“Uh, you do realize that—“
“Shut up, let’s go. Don’t forget our clothes.”
Akira bunches up the clothes and they walk up into the attic, which aside from the new bed hasn’t changed much from the last time Akechi had been in there. It’s an actual mattress and frame, a huge relief to Akira’s back after spending so many nights on it. Also worked better whenever Akira had jacked off against the mattress imagining Akechi.
Akechi takes a few moments to look around the place, before sitting on the bed and looks over as Akira places their clothes on the couch, smiling to himself at the sight of a naked Akira turning around to him. Akira walks over to him and pushes him down on the bed, reaching down to take off the rest of Akechi’s clothes.
They make out as Akira gets Akechi’s pants off, feeling his hard on through his underwear before pulling them down and breaking their kiss to properly undress him. Akechi rests on his elbows and watches Akira take the clothes off, before flipping him into his stomach and getting a better look at the ass he’d jerked off to countless times.
It’s just as full and perky as he’d imagined, the tight pants Akechi made a habit of wearing and bending over in hardly left much to the imagination. But nevertheless, Akira takes the flesh in his hands and squeezes them, moaning at how soft and bouncy they react to the touch, begging to be slapped.
Akira does just that, slaps the two cheeks and alternates between that and squeezing them, enraptured by the jiggle and shake accompanied by little gasps from Akechi. He places kisses on each side before pulling back and using his hands to start spreading his ass open, groaning loudly when he sees the red jewel top peeking out at him.
He can feel his dick stir in interest from the sight and feelings of the beautiful ass in front of him, but he focuses on looking up at Akechi’s smug face. Akechi doesn’t say anything but it’s obvious that this was what he meant earlier about not letting his work go to waste. Akira imagines how Akechi clearly came here with the intention of getting fucked, how he probably thought of Akira as he prepped himself and stuffed the plug inside his hole, ready for Akira to pick up the work and fuck him like he needed.
Akira kind of wishes he got to completely be the one to prep Akechi’s tight hole open, but considering the size of his dick he’ll have to put in some additional prep anyway, he’ll get to finger open Akechi’s unopened hole some other day. Akira pulls Akechi towards the edge of the mattress, placing himself on his knees to be able to access Akechi’s hole as he bends over the mattress.
Akira remembers to grab his bottle of lube from his bedside and positions himself right up at the waiting ass. He made a habit of keeping lube and condoms around as a result of the one night stands he would pick up to fuck at love hotels, even though he doubted in this reality condoms were really needed, but he wasn’t about to ask Maruki or risk it.
He grabs at the plug, appreciating the color similar to his gloves in the metaverse as he circles his finger and tongue around the rim. Akechi gasps at the contact, looking back at Akira with an impatient look as he refrains from actually removing the plug.
“Get a move on, would you? I knew you’d be disgusting about this which is why I did the prep so you can just fuck me already, idiot.”
“Don’t lie to yourself, Crow. I saw your ass tighten up around the plug, you love this too.”
“Fuck, just— just make it quick, I need— fuck .”
Akira starts to remove the plug, slowly pulling it out as Akechi’s ass grips around the base, trying to hold onto it and keep it inside. He watches Akechi’s hole squeeze and flex around the object, expanding and shrinking with the shape of the plug before he manages to pull the whole thing out.
His pretty hole winks at him, begging to be filled up again either by the plug or his cock, preferably the latter. Akira starts fucking the plug back into Akechi, using his fingers and some lube to stretch him open wider as he thrusts the object in and out of Akechi’s hole. Eventually he sets the plug away for a moment and replaces it with his mouth, shoving his tongue down as far as he can and licking around.
Akechi pants and whines from the mattress, shoving his ass further onto Akira’s face and squeezing around the pleasure and feeling. Akira pulls away and uses both hands to shove four fingers into his ass, licking around the rim and moaning at the tightness around his fingers. He’s tempted to fuck another finger inside, but decides he’d rather a tighter grip around his dick anyway.
“Damn it, fuck! If you don’t fuck me soon, Akira I swear I’ll go over to Shinjuku right now and find at least three guys who actually have the balls to— fuck, you’re such a dick!”
Akira removes his fingers while Akechi yells, grabbing the plug again before jackhammering it in and out of Akechi, leaving it inside him once he’s done and flipping Akechi over. Akechi sits up and looks ready to tear Akira up before his face contorts in pleasure when Akira starts jacking off Akechi’s weeping dick, placing small kisses at the tip.
“Fucking fuck, not yet—fucking shit, I wanna come around you, fuck, please.”
Akira removes himself and reaches up to kiss Akechi, moving to suck along his jaw and neck enough to probably leave a mark, he hopes it does.
“Think you can last that long, gorgeous? You clearly don’t want it easy and your cute dick is crying out to come.”
“I know what I can handle, Akira. Maybe I can teach you a little about patience and how much more rewarding it feels?”
“That’s funny, I was just thinking maybe I can train you to be able to come like a girl, multiple times and still be ready to go again, hm?”
Akira pulls away from Akechi and flips him over again as he speaks, hearing a moan come from Akechi by the end of his words and movements. Bringing the lube and plug onto the mattress, Akechi adjusts himself again and waits for Akira to finally get moving.
Akira stands to position his dick more on level with Akechi’s ass, but he leans down and gathers saliva to spit onto the waiting hole, spreading it around with his fingers before reaching for the lube, wracking a whine out from Akechi. He warms the fluid up and spreads it across his newly hard dick as well as pouring some to accompany his spit in Akechi’s hole.
Remembering he doesn’t exactly trust how carefree he can be in this reality, Akira finds a condom from his drawer and is about to slide it on before Akechi stops him with a hand. They look at each other for a moment and Akira feels how fast his heart is beating in his chest, waiting for Akechi’s words.
“I wanna feel you, Akira, all of you. Isn’t that what you want too?”
Akira moans at his words, tossing the condom to the side to be completely forgotten. He grabs his dick and taps it against Akechi’s desperate hole, waiting to be filled and fucked as he spreads the lube with his tip. He places his length on top of Akechi’s ass, resting in between the cheeks and against his hole as he lightly thrusts, envisioning it were inside him and how deep it would go and stretch him.
Akechi cries at the feeling rubbing against his hole, shaking his ass to try and encourage Akira to fill him up. It’s a desperate and needy cry, clearly indicating to Akira that Akechi needed to be dicked down and filled until he only thought of cock.
He places the tip against Akechi’s waiting hole, starting to push in and they both moan at the tightness and stretch as Akira tries to fit his huge cock into Akechi. Despite the prep, Akechi’s walls grip tightly around Akira, trying to suck him in and surround him with his warmth and wetness.
Akechi’s moans and whines are muffled from where his face has been pushed into Akira’s pillow that he grabbed when he realized it smelled like Akira. Akira shoves his cock inch by inch into Akechi, occasionally pulling back to fuck back in and get his ass accommodated to the big dick inside him.
“A little more, sweetheart. You’re doing so good, taking my cock like this. Your ass is so fucking tight, it’s gripping onto me like you’re in love with me, Crow.”
Another loud cry leaves Akechi at Akira’s words, and Akira moans when Akechi shoves his ass back and takes the rest of his cock in its entirety, squeezing around him so tight that Akira thinks he sees stars. They stay like that for a moment, both of them trying to adjust to the full fit, before Akechi starts to move himself back and forth.
Akira grabs onto Akechi’s hips tight, trying to control his movements and get a handle of the warm walls pulling tightly on his dick. He takes a breath and starts thrusting his cock back and forth into Akechi, feeling his body adjust to his size.
The pleasure just grows as they fuck, Akechi clinging to Akira’s pillow as his body gets slammed into by Akira’s quickening pace. Akira had never fucked anyone raw before, and feeling Akechi wrapped up around him like this just fed into his lust, desperate to screw his cock deeper and faster in his ass.
Their bodies wetly slap together as Akira pumps his hips and stuffs Akechi full of dick, the bed frame crashing into the walls with every thrust as Akechi gets relentlessly fucked into. They both release their own moans, whines and groans while they fuck, and the accompanying sound of a creaking mattress fillls the room with the sounds of sex.
Akira’s pace starts shoving Akechi further up the mattress, causing them to take a moment and both get on their knees on the mattress top. Akechi rests at the upper half of the mattress and sticks his ass up in the air as he lowers his face onto Akira’s pillow, arching his back and no longer muffling his face but instead looking sideways towards the attic space.
Akira quickly stuffs his cock back into Akechi’s pretty hole, desperate to keep them connected and together. The arch and position Akechi maintains as he gets fucked impresses even Akira, who did actual gymnastics with Sumire. (Kasumi? He didn’t like to think about it.)
He fucks Akechi raw and searches for his prostate, trying different angles of fucking in his cock before Akechi moans and cries out, slurred words sounding like there! right there! like that, Akira!
Akira focuses on the angle and pounds away at the spot of nerves, eating up the broken and garbled sounds Akechi was making, sounding completely blissed out and drunk on cock, shamelessly moaning loudly and filling the whole cafe. The loud noises of sex filling the cafe makes him realize that the window right next to them was cracked open as well, likely meaning anyone down there would be privy to how hungry for cock Akechi was. For all Akira knows, Maruki probably would influence them to congratulate the pair.
Akechi starts moving his ass up and down, bouncing it and riding Akira’s cock as Akira watches him fuck himself on his length. He throws his ass up and down Akira’s dick effortlessly, trying to make a show of it for Akira and aiming to hit his prostate each time.
“ Fuck , you fill me so well. Feels so—hmm— so good inside me, ‘kira… feel fucking stuffed with cock.”
Akira puts his hands on Akechi’s ass, helping his movements and moving along as Akechi bounces his ass, occasionally slapping the flesh to watch it move even more with the shaking and contact. He uses a hand to reach for Akechi’s rim, circling the stretched muscle with his fingers as it sucks Akira’s cock in.
Akechi whines and lets Akira take over again, taking a deep smell of the pillow beneath him and shaking when Akira slows his pace and targets his prostate. He lets up from his arching back a bit, breathing heavily as he focuses on the pressure on his nerves.
“You’re close too, aren’t you Crow? Fuck, can hardly last with how tight your ass is gripping me still. You’re perfect— hmm— you’re perfect…”
Akira drapes himself over Akechi’s bent over form, covering his body and pressing them together, making them feel each other’s sweat and every movement. They position themselves so that they are essentially resting on the bed with Akira on top of Akechi, but leave an arch of space with Akechi’s ass still raised up, his weeping dick seeking friction from the mattress neither are willing to give yet.
The position allows Akira to grab on to Akechi’s shoulders and fuck his cock into him with the pull of their bodies. Not wanting to throw off Akechi’s balance, he switches his thrusting to a method of raising his own hips up and down to slap into Akechi’s. It’s an easier position to keep, and he loses himself in it as he brings his face next to Akechi’s and takes in the smell of his hair and lust.
He keeps slapping their hips together and is careful not to let his cock slip out, lewdly creating a wet squelching sound as he dicks Akechi down and slaps his balls against Akechi loudly with every slap. Akira nuzzles his face up against Akechi’s parting through his hair to find his ear and lick and bite him, feeling a squeezing around his cock that makes him moan right into Akechi’s ear.
Searching for that feeling again, Akira doubles down and pistons his cock into Akechi’s tightness while aiming for his prostate. He’s rewarded by more tightening walls around his dick, to which he thanks Akechi for with an earful of lustful groans.
“There… like that, ‘kira. Akira, you feel— fuck, ‘kira… . Just like you— ah!— like you wanted, ‘kira… hmm.”
Hearing him try to brokenly speak out his name with soft sighs and moans is the final tipping point for Akira. He reaches a hand down and takes Akechi’s dick in one hand and it doesn’t take more than a few strokes to get him to come, crying out Akira s, ‘kira s, and thank you s as he shakes from orgasm, providing a mind numbing squeeze around Akira’s cock.
He fucks his cock inside Akechi with stuttering hips as he comes, pulling out the last bits of pleasure from Akechi’s hole as he dumps his load down his ass. Akechi’s knees give out and he completely collapses his lower half on the mattress, trapping his dick meanwhile Akira continues to try fucking his come deep inside Akechi.
They both start to whine from the overstimulation, and Akira reluctantly pulls his cock out of the hole he finally managed to fuck and come inside of. Akira doesn’t get off of Akechi’s back yet, opting to feel each other’s breathing as they steadied themselves.
A few moments pass before Akira places a kiss on Akechi’s cheek, then moves himself down to see their work in all its glory. Akechi’s pink hole is wet and puffy as it maintains a slight gaping hole during the time of their rest, with come running down and decorating his bottom despite Akira’s best efforts to keep it in Akechi.
It’d be a shame for that to go to waste too, so Akira uses his fingers to gather the come and fuck it back into his hole, earning a whimper from Akechi. He’s able to get most of it back in and reaches for the abandoned plug, stuffing Akechi back up to ensure he keeps the warm come where it belongs.
Akechi doesn’t complain or bitch about it or how messy the cleanup will be, instead he hums and wiggles his ass around, using a hand to reach behind him and trace his own rim with a moan. He drags Akira back up towards him while shifting to lay on his side, starting a lazy kiss so unlike any other they’ve shared so far.
It’s a lazy kiss that suggests they have all the time in the world to enjoy each other, no desperation or urgency present like before. When they pull away, Akira tries to get a read on Akechi’s face and what he’s thinking before he tries talking about everything again. He doesn’t get enough time to decide anything before Akechi sits up and looks at the mattress and then around the attic.
“The sheets are a mess, is it too much to hope for any replacements from what I’m seeing?”
“I— there’s some spares in that box but— you, you’re staying?”
Akechi doesn’t respond to the question at all, instead heading towards the box Akira pointed at and scrounging for spare sheets.
“I’ll change the sheets, make yourself useful and get us some wet towels would you? I hate going to sleep messy and sweaty.”
Akira just complies with the request after putting his underwear on, he feels gross and sweaty too anyway, maybe they can head to the bathhouse? He looks out the window and is surprised to see it was nighttime already. Had they really been fucking for that long? He checks his phone and doesn’t find any notifications from any of the Thieves asking where he’s been the whole day, which is odd even in this reality.
He decides to ignore the feeling, Akechi is waiting for him upstairs and he’s apparently the only person in this reality who wants to spend time with him anymore. He loves his friends, but he made the choice to give them this reality so he has to let them enjoy it. Besides, being with Akechi was what he had been missing this whole time, so what’s there even to complain about anymore?
He takes the towels up to Akechi, finding him sitting at Akira’s desk with a changed bed already done. Akira tosses Akechi a towel and they clean themselves up, helping each other when they couldn’t reach places. Akira reaches Akechi’s ass and hesitates around the plug, not sure what Akechi wants now that more time has passed.
“You can leave it, Akira. It’s easier to clean up with running water so I’ll just handle it later. Besides, don’t think I didn’t notice how desperate you were to keep it in me, isn’t this what you wanted?”
Akechi has a point, which is hardly surprising considering the smartass that he is, and their reality is probably protecting them enough to allow Akechi to keep it in anyway. Akira loves that about him, he just wishes that Akechi would finally accept how he feels and tell Akira he wants him too, beyond just the sex. Akira stands up from the ground and they finish cleaning up, Akira pulls out some sweats for the two of them to wear along with some old shirts.
Once dressed, they climb into bed together and Akira faces Akechi with a hard look, determined to get at least this much out before they go to sleep. Akechi deserves to know how much Akira loves him, he may have shut him up earlier but it won’t work now.
“If you want to wait to talk about this whole new reality thing, I’m okay with that. I want you to work at your own pace, but I have to make sure you know at least this. I love you, Akechi, nothing you can do or say will change that okay?”
Akechi blinks at him, searching Akira’s face to try and find something Akira has no idea what it could be, he’s not sure how much more upfront he could be. He closes his eyes and Akira braces himself for whatever he will say, he’s sure Akechi wants this too but he had to prepare for the worst.
When Akechi opens his eyes, he gives Akira what’s probably the fondest look he’s ever seen from him, he thinks maybe it’s how Akechi looked that day in the engine room when Akira promised to hold onto his glove. Like he finally felt and understood the depth of how much Akira cared, how he’ll never have to be alone again.
“You’re still such a sentimental idiot, aren’t you? You somehow know exactly what I want to hear sometimes, it’s fascinating. Go to sleep, Akira. We’ll talk more in the morning.”
Akechi kisses Akira one more time before twisting around and pressing his back to Akira’s chest, prompting Akira to hold him. He’s not sure if Akechi is actually asleep yet but Akira grins into the top of Akechi’s hair, so happy that they were finally able to reach this point after all they’d been through.
He was right after all, the both of them did want this, wanted to be with each other. Akira knew that when he took Maruki’s deal, it was just a matter of waiting for them both to accept it and take what they wanted. He thinks that maybe Akechi will never actually forgive him for trapping them all in this reality, but if he can get over the two attempts Akechi had on his life, Akechi can probably accept this too.
It’s not like there was any going back to their old reality anyway, but they had each other, and Akira goes to sleep as he thinks that that alone has to make this all worth it, it has to.