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"What's going on with you?" he asks, closing the door behind him. Ryuunosuke doesn't turn, his hands are hidden on his coat (which should be hanged, after all, they are home already, yet, Ryuunosuke is still tense even though he has no other mission to attend that night) and Atsushi can visualize with perfect accuracy the scowl on his face.

(It's sort of disheartening; both of them are finally back from a long joint mission [one in which they barely exchanged a word, barely interacted at all] and Atsushi wants nothing but to bury himself in Ryuunosuke's arms. But after completing their task, the mafioso didn't talk, didn't touch him, and didn't offer a look in his direction. Atsushi thought maybe, after being in the security and warmth of their home, he would open up.)

He doesn't answer right away, something Atsushi is used to; he has learned, even before they started dating, that everything related to the raven-haired must be dealt with patience and serenity, even if it's hard (and really, Ryuunosuke loves making it harder than it should be) and even if Atsushi can't help but retaliate half of the times, he has learned to wait. If he can be the bigger person and respond calmly, things do not need to escalate. Most of the time, it works.

"What do you think?" 

This is clearly not one of those times.

"Was it something I did?" he tries, taking just half-a step closer. Akutagawa finally turns, facing him, and laughs bitterly, as if told a bad joke.

"Have you already forgotten?"

Then, a lightbulb goes on in his head, the only possible explanation for Ryuunosuke's sudden mood: Atsushi's role on their now completed mission. Atsushi frowns. His task, on phase 3, was to obtain certain information from a certain someone. He didn't even flirt (prior to everything, Chuuya-san had given him... advice on the matter in case the situation required it, but thankfully, it had not come to that, or so he thought), a laugh was exchanged here and there, but after gaining what he needed, they were both off. It was nothing but chatter.

Atsushi sighs. 

"Is it because of what happened at the bar?" Ryuunosuke's eyes narrow, and Atsushi knows he hit the nail on the head. "You know nothing happened right? I only spoke to him so I could get the information we needed. That's it."

Akutagawa should know, he was there to apprehend some other target after all. His grey eyes turn dark, and Atsushi can't remember the moment in which he got close, because now their faces are only inches away. "He touched you." A hand lands on his hip, gripping it tightly, the sudden action making the young detective gasp in surprise.

Ohhh... right, there was a tiny moment in which Atsushi's target, whether it was the alcohol or simply his cravings, slipped a hand on Atsushi's thigh, slapping it lightly while they were both laughing at a terrible joke Atsushi had to make in order to appear less suspicious. The hand lingered there for a long minute, until Atsushi cleverly re-adjusted his position on the stool, causing his companion to lay off. He had forgotten about that because it was irrelevant, and, according to the communicator in his ear, Akutagawa had already apprehended the guy he was after. He thought he hadn't seen that.

Clearly, he was wrong.

Ryuunosuke's breath on his neck snaps him out of his thoughts, his nose barely grazing the exposed skin. He feels his hands loosening the tie on his neck and unbuttoning the shirt.

"That was-"

"He looked at you." he murmurs, lips ghosting over his ear as his hands sneak under the shirt. Atsushi sucks in a breath, the sensation of Ryuunosuke's hands on his burning skin makes his chest tingle excitedly. 

"Y-you do realize," he stammers, his darn sensitivity getting the best of him out of a few touches and-oh, Ryuunosuke is now kissing his neck, dropping the shirt to the floor with the tie still hanging from his neck. He brings his hands up Akutagawa's back, resting one on his black hair and another one on his back. "For a conversation to flow naturally, we must be looking at each other, r-right?" He presses his lips tight together when Ryuunosuke bites his earlobe, growling in disagreement. 

"That was not a conversational look, Jinko." he whispers in his ear again, and Atsushi can't stop the shiver down his spine. Ryuunosuke's lips travel up to his jawline before coming face to face with him. The hands on his naked hips tighten their hold, fingertips clawing on creamy skin with the intention of leaving bruises. "It was rather a predatory one." he murmurs on his lips, before pressing on them. 

Atsushi, unable to retort, closes his eyes and surrenders, momentarily, to the man devouring his mouth with intent. He pulls him closer with the hand on his raven hair, deepening the kiss while one of Akutagawa's hands climbs up his spine, engulfing Atsushi in his scent, his tongue, his touch. 

Oh how he missed this.

It scares him sometimes, how attached he has grown to Ryuunosuke, how he craves his touch, looks for his attention and relishes his affection. It scares him how it can all be taken away from him in a flash, with the lives they live, the jobs they have (Akutagawa's more dangerous than his) it makes his skin crawl, his chest tighten with awful anxiety and his head come up with the worst of scenarios. 

Akutagawa's tongue parts his lips, licking his mouth and worries away. Their teeth clank, Akutagawa moans, low and deeply, and Atsushi pulls his hair as his hands desperately clutch at him, fingers digging on his body. He can't comprehend how he ever lived without Ryuunosuke by his side. Atsushi nibs on his lower lip as Ryuunosuke sucks all the air from him, moving his tongue with such desperation, as a solo traveler on a desert who just found an oasis.

Sadly, they part for much needed air, faces still close with a string of saliva keeping them locked. Atsushi places a hand on Akutagawa's cheek.

"I missed you." 

Ryuunosuke kisses his palm.

"Me too."

"And you should know", Atsushi slowly brings his hands to Ryuunosuke's front, grabbing the coat and gently taking it off, "Even if he was looking like that, it wouldn't matter." I am only interested in you. Goes unsaid but clear.

The piece of clothing lands on the floor (he can still recall all the times he struggled to let Ryuunosuke take it off willingly, when they were alone) along with the kravat and Atsushi unbuttons his white shirt, playing with the placket. 

Akutagawa growls, gripping Atsushi's hands before he can get rid of the shirt. "That does not give anyone permission to touch you." 

And before Atsushi can answer, the world is spinning, and his back lands on the mattress.

Ba-thump  Ba-thump

His heart drums furiously in his ears as he leans on his elbows, watching excitedly as Ryuunosuke looms over him while taking off his shirt, leaving his slim but defined chest on full display. And again, anticipating his movements, Ryuunosuke has him pinned down, both hands on each wrist, staring deeply into his heterochromatic gaze. Atsushi pants against his lips, trying to pull him in for a kiss, but the mafioso pulls slightly away with a smirk.

"Eager, aren't you, Jinko?" he chuckles, going down his neck.

"So are you!" he snaps back, yelping when Akutagawa bites down on the juncture with his shoulder and sucks harshly before licking the spot. Atsushi can already see the mark forming there. 

He tries to wiggle a hand free, but it appears that Ryuunosuke has already dictated how the night is gonna go, as he pushes it down firmly. 

"It seems you need a reminder of who you belong to." he licks his earlobe, earning a whine. "In case it ever slips your mind again."

The breath on his ear has him panting, and from the fabric of his pants, Ryuunosuke summons Rashomon, binding his wrists on both sides of his head and spreading his ankles. Then, the mafioso takes the loose tie on his neck and re-adjusts it on his eyes, blindfolding him. He leaves his thumbs on Atsushi's cheeks, and the silver-haired man's heart burns lovingly at the gesture. He nods, giving Ryuunosuke the consent he needs. 

With his sight blinded, his body trembles in anticipation, and the moment Ryuu's mouth is on his collarbone, Atsushi moans loudly, head tilting to the side. He goes up again and focuses on different spots on his neck to suck and bite. After leaving the last mark on his other shoulder, he retracts. He brushes his tongue down to his left nipple, and Atsushi arches when he engulfs it completely in his mouth. 

"Ryuunosuke-" he gasps when a hand holds his hip down to keep him from squirming, the other working his dry nipple. 

"Don't get too excited now, Jinko." Atsushi yelps at the graze of teeth on his button and feels him smile devilishly. "We have a long night ahead, and we are just getting started."

He pants audibly the moment Ryuunosuke's mouth starts working his other nipple, leaning down on his body. When he feels him moving onto his chest to kiss and lick, he also feels his hands travelling down his sides, anxious to touch and desperate to hold. It already feels too much (perhaps because of the blindfold, Ryuunosuke always knows how to rile him up after all) and it feels too good. 

Touch has always been a sensible issue for them both. It never came without hurt, without rage, without intention. Just like their relationship, it started with the tiniest gestures, a graze of knees, interlacing of fingers, a rub of shoulders, until eventually they craved for more, and learned how to enjoy it, learned to be on the receiving end of amorous touch. At times, Atsushi finds it funny to think they used to panic and blush so intensely a few months ago, just by holding hands. 

Ever since crossing the line of innocent nudges, turning into more bold ones, Atsushi has found himself overjoyed by the displays of fondness he receives from the mafioso. 

Ryuunosuke's touch is addictive, smoldering, the faintest touch on his body sending his skin ablaze, as if he is the match lighting the fire that consumes Atsushi inside out, sending the beast out on a rampage looking for more. He can't get used to it, because with Ryuunosuke, Atsushi is always desiring more, and on moments like this, where Ryuunosuke delights himself in ravishing Atsushi whole, his mind can be at ease knowing it's the same for the man he once swore to defeat.

The unbuckling of a belt brings him back from his head, and even though he can't see, he tilts his head down, where Ryuunosuke is leaving a trail of saliva from wet kisses up from his chest to his torso, until reaching his belly, while his hands are occupied with his pants. Finally, the belt falls to the ground, quickly followed by his trousers and underwear, leaving Atsushi bare upon his eyes. Whether it is part of his sharpened tiger senses, or just because he knows Ryuunosuke all to well, he is aware of the filled-with-lust stare he is getting from the man above, and the image alone causes a tickling on his belly, releasing a full body shiver which only increases the hunger on the mafioso.

"Such a beautiful sight..." he hears, and a startled gasp escapes his lips when Ryuunosuke lifts a leg by the calf, the tendril of Rashomon releasing his left ankle. "And it's all mine." 

Atsushi groans before Ryuunosuke's lips make actual contact with him. He starts peppering quick pecks until getting to the base of his thigh. 

At the beginning of their intimate life, Atsushi had suspected that the mafioso had a sort of fixation with his legs, since that was where his hand ventured the first time they tried something bold, and that's where he always decides to grab, touch and mark with feverish insistence whenever they make love.

He squirms, hands tightening in fists from where they are pinned up his head at the open-mouthed kisses Ryuunosuke plants on his thigh. His tongue wets the skin, teeth grazing it carefully before biting down hard and sucking, leaving a purple mark on the spot, and moving his mouth up to renew the cycle over and over again, leaving Atsushi a whimpering mess, body trembling upon the bolts of nerves shooting up with every touch. And with every bruise, he can feel Ryuunosuke approaching his aching cock, leaking with precum from the constant stimuli. 

"S-shit! Ah! Ryuunosuke!" he screams when he feels the mafioso licking his pelvis, before setting his leg down and lifting the other one, deciding on repeating the work. Atsushi whines. "Please-"

"Patience, Jinko." Ryuunosuke smiles against his skin, licking up from his knee to his thigh. "You've been testing mine all night."

"I didn't d-do anything."

"Must I remind you about your touchy chit chat from hours earlier?"

"It's not my fault he didn't keep his hands to himse- Ah!" his back arches when he feels a wet pressure on the tip of his cock, hands writhing at the sudden but massive bolt of pleasure consuming his body.

Ryuunosuke drags his tongue tremendously slowly from base to tip, caressing with one hand his inner thigh while gripping his hip with the other, keeping his body as still as possible (with the aid of Rashomon). The detective's legs tremble visibly, all the sweet simultaneous touches being a tremendous assault on his physique, leaving him breathless, at the mafioso's mercy. Rashomon makes sure his legs are spread and his ankles straight as Ryuunosuke bobs his head down lazily, taking his time savoring the shaft of the silver-haired. When he gets down to the base, he licks up swiftly, making Atsushi yelp, sucking the slit leisurely before lowering again, repeating that tortuous rhythm.  

It's driving Atsushi insane, and they both know it, which only makes it worse for the detective. He can feel his climax approaching, that warm tingle on his chest creeping down his belly, but never reaching the boiling point of erupting below his torso due to Ryuunosuke's stupidly calm pace. (And Atsushi knows- he knows perfectly well the reason why-)

"R-Ryuunosuke, p-please..." he gives in, back arching with every light touch of teeth against his cock. "Please, I- I- ah!"  Atsushi's moans increase in volume when Ryuunosuke engulfs his cock in one motion, down to the hilt. And just as fast, that delicious warmth is gone. Ryuunosuke smirks at his needy whine.

He squeezes his cock, looking down at each lovebite and mark before landing his eyes on his flushed face. "You were saying something, Jinko?" He can sense the detective's climax approaching too, judging by the way Atsushi's legs are wriggling against Rashomon and his pants are becoming more and more erratic. 

"Please..."

"Please what?"

"Stop t-teasing me, pl-please..."

Ryuunosuke chuckles, voice gravelly (Atsushi shudders, aroused just by the sound of it), and even though he can't see him, he shakes his head disapprovingly. "What makes you think you can order me around, Jinko."

"I-"

"You've been a very naughty kitty today," he lowers his body, getting comfortable between his lover's creamy legs, "and you will take what I give you without complaining."

And Atsushi is moaning loudly again at the feeling of his member being swallowed whole, hitting the back of Ryuunosuke's throat. The warmth becomes too overwhelming for the first seconds due to the lack of warning, causing him to nearly come on the spot. 

Ryuunosuke, again, takes his sweet time moving, licking unhurriedly and sucking at the sides, the beautiful sounds belonging to the contrary young man going straight to his cock. And fuck, there's nothing Ryuunosuke wants more than to fuck him senseless till next week, ravish his neck and eat up any moan while he pounds relentlessly into him. 

But tonight is not only about being rough and mad, no, he has better self-restraint for what he has planned, because not only he will retake his claim on his Jinko (although he never stopped being his and the same goes for him), he will make him go to the moon and beyond, he will make him come so hard he will be seeing stars and galaxies till he can't see, speak nor feel anything at all. He will make him his until his legs allow him to move. 

"Ryuunosuke!" Atsushi screams, and that's his last warning to retract, but the mafioso remains sucking hard, no longer bothering to drag it out as he tastes Atsushi on his mouth seconds later. Rashomon's grip softens just a bit without releasing him, allowing the silver-haired to drop and stretch his legs on the bed as he comes down from his high. 

Ryuunosuke watches him regain his breath while caressing his belly. He has seen countless times the look on the detective's face when he is at the peak of his pleasure ride, during the afterglow, and the exquisite in between, so it's not hard to imagine the alluring gaze that lays behind their improvised blindfold. He shuts down the impulse to snatch it off as they are still far from done.

"Did that feel better, Jinko?" 

Although blindfolded, Atsushi can see the smug grin on his boyfriend's face. But he can't deny the relief. "Yeah." 

"Catch your breath kitty. The fun is just getting started." Ryuunosuke slaps his ass, earning a surprised choked sound out of the silver-haired before standing up and heading to the drawer. "Although I doubt you will be the one laughing." 

Atsushi quivers in anticipation, noticing the burden of Ryuunosuke's weight on bed gone. Ryuunosuke, on the other hand, takes his time opening the bottle of lube (giving the Jinko time to recover), making sure the clack of the cap resonates loudly in the bedroom. All while never tearing his eyes away from the breathtaking man lying on their bed. 

It's honestly too much. The bulge on his pants due to his painfully swelling erection is extremely hard to ignore now that he's not focusing on tearing Atsushi apart, and the stunning sight in front of him doesn't help either: Atsushi spread out in bed, blindfolded, limbs restrained yet still twitching while heavy pants escape his swollen lips, red marks and purple bites starting to show up and form disjointed mazes on his creamy skin, thighs ravished and wet from his saliva and cum... it's way too much.

He takes a deep breath. 

"Hope you are ready," Ryuunosuke says, slapping his ass again before retaking his spot between Atsushi's legs. "Unless you want to stop?"

Atsushi rolls his eyes under the tie, frustratingly aware of the teasing tone not-so-underneath.

"You know I don't until you've been inside of me."

"Remember your words, Jinko." He coats his fingers in lube, teasing the silver-haired's entrance with his index. "Because I won't stop either."

"I don't want you t-ah!" Atsushi yelps at the sudden intrusion of a finger past his hot walls, insides burning at the tight sensation. Ryuu's finger remains still, so he wiggles his hips, impatient for more movement.

"What did I say about patience?"

"Y-you k-know I don- don't have any." 

"Too bad that is hardly of any relevance right now." 

The detective huffs, but quickly bites his tongue to hold off any response when the mafioso curves his finger, fidgeting skillfully and teasing the outside territory of that particular spot that he is purposely avoiding. 

Atsushi whines, and is quickly shushed by a second finger stretching him open. Ryuunosuke drags it out, again, refusing to make contact with his prostate, fingers going in and out in a sequence Atsushi can't decipher yet. And when he thinks he does, a final third finger crosses his rim, finally hitting his sweet sweet spot.

But then, Ryuunosuke is avoiding it again, and Atsushi groans, bordering on crazy. "Ryuunosuke, please, don't t-tease me."

He screams at the sudden bolt of nerves burning him up, immediately followed by a needy whimper when the mafioso retracts his long fingers almost completely, leaving them on the first knuckle.

"No! Ryuu-"

"I believe I said you are in no position to order me around."

"B-but...!-"

"You will take what I give you and you will enjoy it." Ryuunosuke pushes his fingers all the way in without prior notice, hitting three times Atsushi's bundle of nerves making him pant heavily and shake in pleasure, "You will, won't you Jinko? That's how you like it after all." He curves his fingers, angling them just on his core, abusing the spot mercilessly, hearing Atsushi's moans fill the room, building his body up for that dismaying collide of his senses-

Before taking them out, Atsushi crying out, the pain of not reaching his relief hurting like hell and feeling like a slap on the face. Ryuunosuke goes back to spreading his entrance.

"Ryuunosuke!" He finally exclaims, voice breathy. "You-"

Atsushi sobs when his prostate is touched again, the desire to feel that pleasant overwhelming shock becoming a need, and he moves his hips desperately, trying to fuck himself on them, but Ryuunosuke presses a hand down, and Rashomon tightens its grip.

His hands tremble, aroused by the clutch, yet, needing to touch. "Ryuunosuke, p-please I-I can't, I have to... I need-" he bites his lips, cutting himself off, but the mafioso is already grinning devilishly. 

"What do you need Jinko?" 

There is no response from the detective, who is still trying to get some friction from his fingers even though his boyfriend has him completely immobilized. He frowns, and taps twice his prostate, earning a scream.

"Ryuu please! Please-! I-I want... I need it."

"You will need to be more specific than that." 

Atsushi huffs, and lifts his head as best as he can, glaring underneath the tie. 

"I need to come. Please, just let me come please, I can't- I can't keep going like this, it's too much. I need to, please-"

"You can't or you won't?" Ryuunosuke keeps working him open, feeling his cock harden even more at the enticing whimpers from his lover. "You really are in need of a lesson. All this time apart and you think I'll allow you to come whenever you want?" He stops for a second without taking his fingers out and slaps that gorgeous ass again. Atsushi yelps, cock twitching violently. "Have you forgotten you have no say in this? Or have any other fools given you other ideas during this time?" He taps his spot again. Having no answer again, he stops.

"No, never." Atsushi quickly pants back, alarmed. "But please Ryuunosuke..."

"Please what?" There's still no motion past his entrance, so the silver-haired finally gives in. 

"Please let me come! I n-need you to make me come, I beg you, pl-please, I need to, I have- I can't until you make me come, please Ryuu, please, I'll be nice, just-"

He's cut off by a brutal attack on his prostate, turning his begs into screams, trembling uncontrollably at the relentless attack from Ryuunosuke's fingers. 

"In that case I'll let you come, just this once." 

Atsushi hears his deep, sultry voice, so soft at times and so sensual at others, just for him, only for him, and that makes him tumble over the edge. He throws his head back into the pillows as he releases his loudest moan yet, spilling over his stomach and his brain going numb at the splash of nothing but pure pleasure.

Ryuunosuke waits for his orgasm to finish completely before taking his fingers out. He gives one long lick across Atsushi's belly, who's still shaking in the afterglow, and pulls back with a hand on his thigh, thumb drawing circles. 

When Atsushi's ragged breathing relaxes, Ryuunosuke stands again, unzips his pants, tossing them away, and takes his cock out, sighing in relief from no longer having it imprisoned on his tight trousers, and coats it in lube, giving it a few pumps. 

Atsushi holds his breath when Ryuunosuke slides between his legs again, feeling him lining up his cock with his entrance, teasing the rim. He can feel himself getting hard again, but then, he doesn't go in, instead, he feels his mouth going back to his overworked nipples. A moan escapes his lips.

"Ryuunosuke, what are you doing?"

"What does it feel like?"

Atsushi trembles when he starts using his tongue again.

"B-but-" 

"But what?"

"I thought you were going-" 

"Think again." Atsushi gasps when Ryuunosuke pinches his other nipple. 

Atsushi frowns under the tie, sort of perplexed. He can't fight Rashomon's hold (one word though, one word and Ryuunosuke would free him instantly, yet that's not what he wants) on his ankles, so, he gains some strength, pushes his hips up, and rubs his cock against the raven haired's. Both moan at the contact, the mafioso widening his eyes in surprise. He pins Atsushi down, eyes eyeing both his arousals for a hot minute.

"Jinko-"

"Just-just put it inside!" He pleads pathetically, unable to keep up with Ryuunosuke's game. "Please, just fuck me already."

The deep chuckles of the man above him increases the turmoil of emotions inside him, waiting to snap. 

"Is my touch alone too little for you?"

Atsushi shakes his head. "No, of course not! I jus-"

"Did you forget it was from my touch that you came twice already?" 

Ryuunosuke slides his hands down his hips, till reaching his thighs and squeezing his ass, the moan from his lover taking immediate effect on his dick. Then, he goes up again, barely touching his cock, lightly tickling his belly with his fingertips, then dragging them hard against his chest. 

He moves up, mouth touching his ear. "Do you not realize how tempting you are?" Atsushi feels hot under his palms, gasping for more as he shudders. "Are you aware of how many others would dream to just get a glimpse of this?"

He pants, heart bumping excitedly against his chest when he feels the mafioso's breath on top of his lips. "Ryuu..."

"They better stop with that pointless nonsense, though. They have no say." The mafioso grabs his chin forcing the silver-haired to keep his face still. "Because you're all mine." 

Lips meet his in a passionate kiss, tongues entwining in a heated dance as they both groan in unison. Atsushi doesn't notice Rashomon's hold gone immediately, but when he does, his hands fly to Ryuunosuke in a desperate speed, touching frenetically his chest, sensing the muscles on his arms, squeezing his biceps before latching behind his neck, fingers slipping through his raven hair.

Atsushi backs away for a second, trying to catch his breath, and is quickly pulled in by Ryuunosuke's hand behind his neck. As good as it felt to be manhandled by the mafioso, there was nothing better than feeling him bare for him, skin to skin, the utmost declaration of trust between them. 

So Atsushi touches and touches and touches, going over each little and large scar he has memorized on the contrary's body, the outlines of his body, finding the traces that testify to what the mafioso once went through. All of his past engraved on his delicate yet powerful body, all for Atsushi to care for, to adore, to touch. 

"Ryuunosuke" he gasps, tone needy and inviting, "Fuck me."

And one kiss later, he is flipped over his stomach by those strong hands that carry much more gentleness than anyone would give Akutagawa credit for, the tie falling off his eyes as he closes them again when he feels the tip of the mafioso bordering his entrance. 

He sucks in a breath and clenches his hands in fists when Ryuunosuke bends over him, one hand next to his head to support himself and the other one on his hip, chest touching his back as he leans on his ear. "As you wish, kitty."

Atsushi presses his forehead against the mattress as he moans in relief, feeling the whole thick length of Ryuunosuke finally sliding inside, slow and sure. When he bottoms out, they both groan in unison, Ryuunosuke cursing under his breath and Atsushi whimpering in return. 

His grip on his hip hardens, and Atsushi shivers by the shaky breath of his words tickling his shoulders.

"Fuck Atsushi, you are always so fucking tight." 

The way Ryuunosuke pronounces his name every time they are in bed is so goddamn sexy Atsushi tries his best not to come from it. 

He raises his head just enough for his voice not to be muffled.

"Please Ryuu, move."

Ryuunosuke does not need to be told twice. His first thrusts start slow, always making sure Atsushi is well adjusted to his size (it just makes the silver-haired blush hard) and to build up for the glorious, brutal pace that makes Atsushi scream. 

This time though, the mafioso is still trying to rile him up, with each thrust being a painfully long drag out, pulling out in the most unhurried manner ever, before pushing in again, deliberately slow.

Atsushi wiggles his hips, whining in frustration.

"Ryuu, come one..."

Ryuunosuke scoffs, breath unsteady. "I am fucking you, Jinko." He bites on the younger's neck, fighting the urge to snap his hips and never stop.

The detective bites his lip. Ryuunosuke still wanted to make him beg.

Two can play a game.

He does an effort in rolling his hips against the raven-haired, trying to create some friction, but Ryuunosuke, reading his intentions, pins him down with his weight. 

"You really think you are going to get away with that?"

Atsushi smirks. "I can get away with many things." He lowers his voice a bit, and does his best to sound as innocent as possible. "Just like today, I believe you saw, didn't you? It doesn't take much to get what I want." Pulling out a shit-eating grin, he decides to turn. "I have my ways."

When he does, his smile vanishes at once.

Those luring eyes are dangerously darkened, lusting after the young man below. His jaw is clenched (Atsushi swear he hears a growl) and his usual frown has changed into something he can't place. He notices his shoulders and the muscles on his arms tense. Atsushi swallows hard. Before his mind can come up with something else, Ryuunosuke is pulling out and shoving his cock so hard it makes Atsushi see stars. The push is tremendous and the detective has to turn back and grip the sheets underneath as he moans audibly.

"You think you are being funny?" Ryuunosuke snarls, biting hard on the juncture of his shoulder where a bruise has already formed.

"Ah! Ah! Ryuunosuke!" Atsushi screams his name, ecstatic by the bundle of nerves being abused with every thrust, every shove.

The raven-haired slides a hand under Atsushi's neck, tilting his head to the side and kissing him fervently. He takes in the noises the younger one makes as their tongues explore each other's mouths, the sound of their lips crashing and their hips meeting the only ones that can be heard.

It's always the same, as if he can't get enough of the weretiger, so he kisses and touches and fucks, trying to bury himself in the detective that crashed into his life and rebuilt it again with his heart. 

"Ryuunosuke" Atsushi gasps between kisses, unable to say anything else. The mafioso keeps pounding without letting go of his mouth. It's as if he's the traveler and Atsushi the fountain, drowning himself in that lifesaver blessing he doesn't deserve but still takes, and won't leave for anyone to find.

"You're mine." He growls, before grabbing both his hips and slamming in full force, making the younger man cry out at the intense waves of pleasure. 

"Yours." What else is Atsushi to say when he wants nothing but the same? 

Atsushi feels his insides grow hot, and each thrust shoves harder than the former (he can hear the bed creaking underneath), making him moan louder and louder, clinging to the sheets as the pleasure becomes impossible to retain.  He screams at full volume when he comes, nails digging in the mattress as he reaches his peak with the mafioso still pounding harshly, extending his high. As he catches his breath, he feels Ryuunosuke spilling inside him, his hot moans on his ear, hands leaving bruising prints on his hips as his grip slowly slackens and almost collapses on top.

Atsushi feels him pulling out, and he closes his eyes, panting. The hairs on his neck stand when he feels the older man's lips on the base, kissing softly before lowering down and down. He bites the skin where his spine begins, and starts leaving wet traces of saliva due to his open-mouthed kisses. 

"Ryuunosuke?" Atsushi murmurs, body trembling at the contact of lips with skin. 

They stare at each other again, now fully focused on each other's faces. They are both sweaty, flushed, and with Ryuunosuke getting close to his bottom, aroused as well.

Ryuunosuke smirks, hands at each side of Atsushi's waist. 

"You didn't think this was over, I hope?" 

Oh God

Atsushi gulps, moan escaping his throat when Ryuunosuke finally gets to his ass, wetting his lips and looking at Atsushi as his tongue crosses his entrance. Atsushi slams a hand on the pillow, the sensibility on his hole multiplied by the wet muscle. Ryuunosuke chuckles, caressing the younger man's thighs. "I told you before, we have a long night ahead." 

He pushes his tongue in again without warning, and Atsushi stifles a sob, pressing his mouth against his hand. He can feel himself getting hard again. His cock twitches and he has to bite down his palm when Akutagawa reaches his prostate. Atsushi shakes at the stimulant on his sweet spot, and releases a deep sigh when he slides out of him. He braces himself, prepared for the cock of the mafioso sliding in instead and then-

Then he yelps and his heart nearly jumps out of his chest when Akutagawa Ryuunosuke his waist and pulls him in a seating position, his back against the mafioso's sweaty chest. 

Atsushi trembles again; by sitting on his lap he can feel the mafioso's cock, hard and thick once more, palpitating impatiently against his buttocks. 

"Let me hear you." Ryuunosuke orders, tone firm and so soft all at once, it drives the silver-haired crazy. 

He lifts him by the hips and harshly lowers him down on his length, making Atsushi throw his head back on his shoulder, eyes closed, lips parted, and hole clenching his thick cock. He moans loudly, immersed in so much pleasure his eyes water. 

"Ryuu..." in that position Atsushi fills so full he fears he might explode from the bombastic ecstasy floating through his pores. The older one starts thrusting hard, motioning his hips up as one of his hands braces his waist while the other one slides up the detective's chest until reaching his neck. He grabs his chin and moves his head sideways to press their lips in another breathtaking kiss.

Atsushi opens his mouth, and although he is tired, his tongue makes way into Ryuunosuke's mouth for the umpteenth time that night, biting his lower lip so hard it actually bleeds. Ryuunosuke moans, and nearly comes when Atsushi clenches around him, tight walls swallowing his length in that wonderful warmth he craves for every day he is alive. And they could've stayed glued to each other had it not been for the disappointing need for oxygen. Atsushi pants heavily, and rests his head against Ryuunosuke's shoulder again, rolling his hips trying to meet up with his well-aimed thrusts that causes his eyes to roll back.

"A-ah! Ryuu-! I-I'm close!" He warns with effort, the hits on his prostate making it hard to utter a word. He can feel it, the need to release it all, to scream his lover's name and fall deep into his arms and heart-

But then Ryuunosuke is squeezing his member, preventing him from coming, and Atsushi whines, tears falling down his cheeks.

"No-Ryuunosuke! Please-!"

"Still think you can get away with anything?" the older one bites his neck, the hand on his chest pushing him back against his own, as if trying to merge their bodies as one, the other hand tightening his hold, refusing to let him climax. "I didn't allow you to come."

Atsushi sobs, lifting one hand to rest it on top of Ryuunosuke's pale one. 

"Please, I-I need to... I c-can't... I- he can't proceed as the mafioso speeds up his thrust, and Atsushi knows he is doing it on purpose, leading him to the sky and beyond without releasing his wings. "O-oh-! R-Ryuu...!"

Ryuunosuke groans, his cock twitching violently inside the detective by those delicious sounds he makes. They way he surrenders himself for him, opens his heart and his soul for him to claim and share... 

For him. Only him.

"I-I'll behave! I'll b-be nice-just please... l-let me.."

Atsushi closes his eyes again, screaming when Ryuunosuke starts pumping his cock at the same time of his thrusts. It's way too much and he knows he can't keep holding it in anymore-

Ryuunosuke's whisper is like an echo on his ear, the only voice that matters right now. "Cum for me."

Atsushi cries out as his back arches against the mafioso's chest, hands lacing together as he shuts his eyes close and sees pure white, cock and hole stimulated at the same time, causing his body to spasm in delight as his orgasm hits him like a train at full speed. Ryuunosuke's eyes dilate by the gorgeous view in front, and quickly follows Atsushi in the ride of release, filling him up once again, his hold on the younger man unrestrained, panting hot on his ear, shivering afterwards. 

Atsushi gasps for air in the afterglow, falling back on Ryuunosuke's frame. The raven-haired seems to be in the same state, forehead on Atsushi's neck, his breath tickling his skin and his hand wet from Atsushi's spill. He pulls out, and it's a short silence afterwards, before Atsushi's back is collapsing on the bed with Ryuunosuke staring back at him from above, visibly trembling.

No way.

"Ryuu..."  he is momentarily taken aback by how raspy his throat is.

Ryuunosuke takes a moment to answer, eyes scanning Atsushi up and down, the silver-haired squirming under that burning stare, filled with lust and love. He opens his mouth and coughs. After clearing his throat, he spreads his legs and settles in.

"I'm still not done with you." His hands slide from his calves up to his thighs before caressing his hips, the touch making Atsushi tremble, his senses already crushed. Ryuunosuke brushes his thumbs on his hipbones and Atsushi draws a teary smile on his lips before weakly lifting his hand up, resting it on the mafioso's cheek and bringing him down for a kiss (they can never get enough of these).

Their lips meet and they are not desperate nor rough. Instead, they take their time, bruised lips gently tasting each other, hands wondering all over, cocks rubbing, and bodies warming with the contrary's heat, sweat and scents mixing altogether as they finally part, the string of saliva being the only visible thread keeping them entwined.

Atsushi rubs his thumb on the mafioso's cheek, rejoicing on those eyes staring at him with infinite adoration. 

"Wreck me." He sighs on the other's lips, and Ryuunosuke obliges.

He raises one of Atsushi's leg, resting it next to his hip as he slides in again, groaning and whimpering at the crushing wave that rocks them both. Ryuunosuke shakes from the overstimulation, his cock still sensible from his prior's orgasm, so he starts with a gentle pace, the hand on Atsushi's leg grasping hard on his thigh as he runs his lips on the other's neck, nibbling on the unmarked skin.

Atsushi feels like his mind will burst. He brings his other leg up and wraps them both on the raven-haired's waist, circling it tight to bring him impossibly closer as his thrusts accelerate, pushing on his back to have him exploit the spot that will leave him without breath.

He moves his hands up, gripping on Ryuunosuke's shoulder blades, nails leaving crimson trails as he gets rid of any remaining space between, chest brushing with chest in an intimate rhythm no one could recreate. His whole body is drowning in so many sensations and emotions he can't talk anymore, can't release any sounds other than panting gasps and needy moans. It all feels so forbiddingly good, as if Ryuunosuke is the match that lit his whole body on fire.

Ryuunosuke's breath on his neck makes him shiver, his hands on his body setting it ablaze, his cock filling him up in all the right places; everywhere he breathes, he hears, he smells, he feels is Ryuunosuke, and that's surely why this intimate act feels so heavenly to Atsushi. He is completely engulfed in the mafioso's scent, swallowed by his kisses, his touch and devotion. To think that someone as pathetic and impious as himself has been blessed and showered by the love and attention of such a complex yet wonderful man, it's truly something Atsushi could never thank life for. 

He will not give this up, will not give his feelings up this time.

"Atsushi" his lover calls, and he opens his eyes to get lost on that grey sky. Ryuunosuke's breath is on top of his, noses grazing each other as he keeps pounding into him. 

Ryuunosuke kisses him passionately, one arm embracing his slender frame while Atsushi clings to him hard, fingers digging on the other's back.

"Ryuu..." he finally speaks, voice wobbly upon the delicious abuse on his hole. "I love you." He declares, grip tight and strong.

Ryuunosuke leans down for a sloppy kiss, heat building up on his chest. "I love you."

Atsushi clenches again, cutting out the air on Ryuunosuke's lungs. His thrusts reach an impossible speed, and both moan senselessly as they reach their peak, screaming in unison when the wave hits them hard. Atsushi throws his head back on the bed, body convulsing upon the burst of his core, sending pleasant shivers all over his body. Ryuunosuke fills him up one more time, thrusts shallower until they stop at all, cock buried deep inside Atsushi as he regulates his breath, groaning deeply as his orgasm fades away.

He kisses the tears wetting Atsushi's face, who has now lowered from his high and the overstimulation from the night catches up to him. He feels him cling harder to his figure, and Ryuunosuke brushes his lips on his forehead, returning the hug just as hard as he collapses next to him. 

"I love you." He whispers while slipping his fingers through those beautiful silver locks as Atsushi recovers with his face hidden on his chest. 

It's a bit bittersweet for Ryuunosuke: although he is aware how emotional Atsushi gets (especially when they have sex) and even when he enjoys it as much as he does (never pushing past what he can endure) it still makes his chest hurt to hear him cry, even if it's from how pleasurable it all was. 

When Atsushi looks up at him, Ryuunosuke leans in for a gentle kiss, hands on his cheeks. Atsushi presses a hand on his chest, feeling the other's heartbeat drum against his fingers.

"Are you okay?" The mafioso asks when they break apart.

"Thirsty." 

Ryuunosuke kisses his forehead again and stands up to the mini fridge he has next to his drawers. He gives it to Atsushi and stares at the whole scene. Everything's a mess, from the bedsheets to themselves, covered in sweat, slick, bruises and scratches. He can already feel the sting from the marks on his back, and had he not been so worn out, he would definitely get hard again by the sight of Atsushi, lovebites everywhere his eyes land, skin flushed, legs wet in cum and hole dripping from every move.

Fuck

He changes the bedsheet and goes back to his side, Atsushi instantly cuddling next to him, fingers toying with his chest while Ryuunosuke rubs his lower back.

"Ryuu?"

"Yes?" He opens his eyes, barely registering when he closed them. Atsushi's heterochromatic ones shine without the need of an outer source, and he gets lost in them.

"You...I enjoyed it. It was so good and I loved it a lot." His face reddens (it's actually funny to the mafioso, how Atsushi can say the most obscene things in sex and get embarrassed in the aftermath) and he diverts his faze for a second before looking back. "I just want to know, you're not angry anymore, right?"

Ryuunosuke shakes his head and cups his face with his hand. "No, I- I was never angry at you. I apologize for making it seem that way." He sighs. "I was a little upset when that guy touched you like that, I know it made you feel pretty uncomfortable." He caresses his face as gently as he can, as gently as he has learned from the younger man. "And I suppose I got... sort of jealous."

Atsushi raises a brow. "Why?" 

"I-.... I don't know. I guess the fact that we could not see each other for a while, and that someone else put his hands on you like he did... I-I know we have not been apart that long but..."

Ryuunosuke's hand on his back tenses. "I just miss you, seeing you smile, holding you, just having you around makes me feel... safe." Atsushi's eyes widen. "It sounds strange, I know, and pathetic and stupid, but... I am crazy for you Atsushi. I cannot help it."

Atsushi might actually cry again. "It's not pathetic or stupid at all. And if it is, then I am too." He brings a hand to his face, and snuggles in closer. "I am crazy for you as well, Ryuunosuke. I am all yours, just like you are all mine."

They share another loving kiss, and another and another. When Atsushi eventually feels the exhaustion taking hold of his body, he smiles once more, staring at the man who holds his heart.

"I love you. And I'm happy with you." 

Ryuunosuke kisses his palm, the warmth on his chest is a cozy relief, and he wants to always feel like this, with Atsushi. 

"I love you too."