[Oh god he's doing this. He's actually fucking doing this. Ren's own heart is thundering in his chest, emotions whirling through his body, and for a moment, he panics, because he just fucking kisses Akechi without asking, he's not even sure Akechi likes him like that, and-
-but then, Akechi moves against him, giving Ren as good as he gets, lips moving together, teeth clashing. He meets the challenge headon, growling. He thinks he tastes blood, but- he doesn't care. Akechi's reciprocating, and it's good, it's them.]
[Akechi's gloves are sharp, pricking into Ren's scalp, but Ren doesn't care, meeting Akechi's tongue with his own. His heart races with excitement, tightening his grip on the wrist pinned to the ground as he, too, pushes, moving his lips, his tongue. It's messy, it's damn near painful, but Ren can't get enough.
His lungs are slowly starting to burn, but he needs more. More.]
[And Ren is equally as stubborn, refusing to withdraw even if his lungs are really, really starting to burn. His tongue forces its way into Akechi's mouth, rubbing together with Akechi's own. Teeth clash, biting lips where he can, practically devouring each other.
... Fuck. Fuck, he needs to breathe, his heart stuttering in his chest, getting a little lightheaded. He can't keep this up much longer, but he wants, he won't lose-
-but he's forced to pull away with a gasp, lest he actually commit murder-suicide by kiss. Make-out session? That- it certainly was more intense than just a kiss. He stares down at Akechi, a string of saliva still connected between them, breathing heavily.]
[It's breathless, but, oh. He doesn't even try to hide his smirk. Ren pulled back first. Ergo, Ren lost.
Just... damn it. The heat of the kiss, the heat of the moment... One could say it's ignited heat elsewhere, and given how little his outfit leaves to the imagination, there's no doubt Ren has noticed it, too.]
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-but then, Akechi moves against him, giving Ren as good as he gets, lips moving together, teeth clashing. He meets the challenge headon, growling. He thinks he tastes blood, but- he doesn't care. Akechi's reciprocating, and it's good, it's them.]
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Fuck it.
He digs a hand into Ren's curls, clawed gloves digging into his scalp. He pushes his tongue out, daring to push his way deeper.]
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His lungs are slowly starting to burn, but he needs more. More.]
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Akechi refuses to relent, tongue fighting for dominance, while those clawed gloves tug at Ren's curls.
He needs to breathe, but he's too stubborn to just pull back.]
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... Fuck. Fuck, he needs to breathe, his heart stuttering in his chest, getting a little lightheaded. He can't keep this up much longer, but he wants, he won't lose-
-but he's forced to pull away with a gasp, lest he actually commit murder-suicide by kiss. Make-out session? That- it certainly was more intense than just a kiss. He stares down at Akechi, a string of saliva still connected between them, breathing heavily.]
... Wow.
cw for some suggestive description lmao
[It's breathless, but, oh. He doesn't even try to hide his smirk. Ren pulled back first. Ergo, Ren lost.
Just... damn it. The heat of the kiss, the heat of the moment... One could say it's ignited heat elsewhere, and given how little his outfit leaves to the imagination, there's no doubt Ren has noticed it, too.]
cw suggestive
... Then again, he's also, er, interested, to say the least. He shifts his hips a little, not quite embarrassed, but... well.
He lets out a breath of a laugh at Akechi's exclamation, though.]
... You win that one, Crow, [he concedes, once he's regained some breath,] but on the whole, I think I'm the winner.
[He is still pinning Akechi down, after all.]
more suggestive lmao
[Damn it. The shifting... He clenches his teeth, trying not to squirm too much, even if a part of him craves it.
Stupid hormones.]
And what exactly do you intend to do with me?
[ooc: And then the thread got saucy enough that it had to be moved elsewhere. Way to go, Joker and Akechi. Very teenager of you.
Consider this a fade to black moment.]