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Akutagawa despised nudity. Atsushi shouldn't have been surprised about that. It was so easy to understand. Both of them were raised to keep their guards up at all times, and it was a habit that refused to die. It made sense that he refused to part with the most reliable way to defend himself. With how often he used Rashoumon, Akutagawa must have felt like giving up an entire limb when he took off his clothes.
That's why the throwaway line Atsushi said that night, a week ago, carried more weight than he initially thought it did. That's why, just after he had said it, Akutagawa got up and left. That's why Atsushi didn't expect him to come back.
("It's such a shame you won't let me see all of you," he said. To him, it was supposed to be a joke, playful banter as they were getting to the bedroom. To Akutagawa, it wasn't.)
But a week later, Akutagawa texted him.
("My place, at 10")
So of course Atsushi came. The door were open. Akutagawa tended to do that. Instead of coming to greet him, he'd just leave the door open as if he was waiting for a stray cat to come for a bowl of food.
Atsushi knew exactly what to do. Instead of searching the apartment, he headed straight for Akutagawa's bedroom. But he wasn't there either, so Atsushi took a deep breath and sat down on a fancy chair made out of steel and black leather (a vintage Barcelona, Akutagawa once said, sounding really proud that he managed to find it at some overpriced antiques store, Atsushi didn't really understand what that meant, but Akutagawa seemed happy and that was enough for him).
He chose to wait. If it was anyone else, he would just assume he was tricked into wasting his evening, but it was Akutagawa, and Atsushi knew Akutagawa wasn't fond of petty trickery like that.
After a few minutes, Atsushi heard some commotion in the hallway. He knew it were just the tiger's senses that allowed him to hear it. He closed his eyes and focused on his ears.
His heart skipped a beat when he recognized the pattern of Akutagawa's steps. And then immediately sank as he noticed there was someone following him. He was sure he heard them before, but it took him a split second to match them to his owner. Higuchi. Akutagawa's assistant. Whether he spoke of her fondly or with annoyance depended entirely on the day.
"I can't believe you let me assist you with a task like that," she squealed and Atsushi could nearly see her furiously blush, "I can sense that there was something in it for me too."
What was the task? Why was Higuchi there?
Akutagawa let out a sigh so loud Atsushi could have heard him.
"Higuchi, I think you should know it. I only requested your assistance because I needed somebody to keep an eye on the door for me when I was changing. And my preference lies in men anyway."
The next few steps were shrouded in a very awkward silence and Atsushi felt like he became a part of a much too intimate conversation for him to hear.
He wasn't sure whether it was surprising that it was Higuchi that broke the silence.
"Uhh, I see now. Umm, sorry for those flowers I kept sending."
"You wasted your time and money. But Gin liked them."
"Gin?" Higuchi asked, but Akutagawa used her moment of surprise to get into the apartment and lock the door.
Atsushi felt his stomach twist. Akutagawa was there. Maybe he didn't fuck everything up as badly as he thought he did. Or maybe this entire meeting was just an excuse to tell him that it was over. He hid his face in his hands and tried to take a deep breath.
The tiger's senses allowed him to hear that Akutagawa took off his coat and hung it in the closet, and now he was heading towards the bedroom. Atsushi straightened his back and looked at the door trying to appear calm, even though he felt like a nervous wreck, like he would break down the very moment he saw Akutagawa's face.
He thought about all the things he should say, but when Akutagawa finally appeared in the door, his throat twisted and his mouth just moved soundlessly.
But despite what Atsushi did a week ago, Akutagawa didn't look mad or hurt. Instead, he had that subtle look of pride on his face, the one that Atsushi saw so rarely.
"For someone who complained about me not showing enough of my body, you're awfully dressed," he scoffed.
If Atsushi didn't know any better, he would think Akutagawa was annoyed, but at this point, he could recognize even the subtlest signs of amusement. He just couldn't figure out why was that. Not after what Atsushi had said.
"Akutagawa, I'm-"
He reached out, but Akutagawa grabbed him by the wrist. His touch was firm, but it didn't hurt. He knew it was deliberate. He knew Akutagawa must have held himself back, suppress that violence he was so used to.
"Don't make a fool of yourself now."
Akutagawa let go of Atsushi's wrist and undid his cravat, throwing in on the floor without much care.
"You know you don't have to," Atsushi said, an apologetic note slipping into his voice, "I shouldn't have said that in the first place."
Akutagawa rolled his eyes and started unbuttoning the buttons of his shirt, his fingers, usually nimble and precise, seemed to be shaking a little, just enough to make the task more difficult than it usually was. Atsushi felt his heart jump to his throat.
Usually Akutagawa kept his shirt on, sometimes even his coat on. This time he seemed pretty intent to take it off.
"I told you not to make a fool out of yourself," Akutagawa growled, and undid another button.
A dark material peeked from beneath the white shirt, contrasting with the pallor of Akutagawa's skin.
"Is that...?" Atsushi pointed at Akutagawa's chest, not quite able to find the right word.
Akutagawa let his shirt slide off his shoulders, revealing a lace bralette wrapped around his skinny chest. The material sure was there, but it didn't really hide anything. He nodded, visibly proud of himself, and let the shirt fall to the floor.
"Indeed, Weretiger."
"You didn't have to-"
"Cut the crap," Akutagawa said, rolling his eyes, "Of course I didn't have to. I wanted to."
Atsushi could feel the blood rush to his face. He reached out, his hand brushing against Akutagawa's side. The familiar warmth of his body was joined by the smoothness of his skin.
Akutagawa took off his pants, revealing that the bralette was not the only new thing about his appearance. Instead of usual dark boxer briefs he was wearing lace panties that seemed to match the bralette and black thigh highs that just accentuated his long, skinny legs. With his slender build and the lace starkly sticking out against his pale skin he looked absolutely breathtaking.
He looked at Atsushi, almost as if he was expecting some kind of answer, but before Atsushi managed to think about any words that would work, Akutagawa spoke up.
"I thought that be an acceptable middle ground."
For some reason, even though Akutagawa sounded confident and haughty, Atsushi felt his stomach sink.
"It's not like that. I shouldn't have said that in the first place."
Akutagawa took a step forward, placing two of his fingers on Atsushi's chin and making him tilt his head exactly in the way he had liked.
"Wrong answer, Weretiger."
Before Atsushi even could think of a better answer, Akutagawa's lips crashed against his, vicious and lustful in all those familiar ways that Atsushi could never resist. He put his hands on Akutagawa's hips and kissed back.
Akutagawa broke the kiss and Atsushi didn't quite manage to hold back a quiet, disappointed whine.
"Now, try again. I don't want your pity or your feeling sorry for yourself," he said in a firm tone and for a moment Atsushi wondered if that was the tone he used to command his underlings in the Port Mafia.
Atsushi bit his lip and looked down at Akutagawa's lingerie, feeling his cock start to get hard. The material of Akutagawa's panties didn't really leave anything up to the imagination, his arousal was clearly visible.
"You look amazing," he whispered and pressed a kiss to Akutagawa's neck, feeling the blood pulsing underneath his skin.
Akutagawa tilted his head back, letting out a quiet moan, almost as if he wanted to give Atsushi more room.
Atsushi moved lower, his lips gently caressing Akutagawa's skin, mindful not to leave any marks. He slipped even lower, kissing his collarbones and chest, until Akutagawa grabbed him by the hair and pulled him away. Atsushi was too surprised to let out a sound.
"Let's take it to the bed, Weretiger," he said, half-begging, half-commanding.
Atsushi knew there was no denying, not when he already came here, not when Akutagawa's fingers were already wrapped around his wrist, holding him tight as he pulled him into the bed, and every little thing about his movements just dripped with desperation.
Moments blurred and before Atsushi even realized what was going on, Akutagawa was on top of him, his slender fingers undoing his tie and moved on to the buttons of his shirt.
"It's not fair if you get to keep your clothes, Weretiger," Akutagawa whispered, slowly working through his buttons.
"Fine, get them off," he huffed, but didn't help. He could see that Akutagawa enjoyed undressing him and that it was just a part of the game.
He enjoyed his part in it too. Enjoyed the way Akutagawa looked at him as if he was starving for his touch, the way he nearly ripped his pants off in his impatience and the way his lips curled when he saw the bulge in Atsushi's boxers. Feigning curiosity, Akutagawa gently prodded it with his fingers, causing Atsushi to let out a shaky moan.
"What's that, Weretiger? Is seeing me like that enough to get you so hard?"
He pressed his finger further, but right before it got painful, he let go, pulled Atsushi's boxers down and looked at his hard cock with a satisfied look on his face.
"You seem to quite like that too," Atsushi quipped back.
Instead of answering, Akutagawa let his hand wrap around his girth, the familiar cold hand, the familiar calloused skin. Atsushi let out a whine and looked at him, almost as if he was daring him to do something. Of course, Akutagawa couldn't turn that down. He started slowly jerking him off, as he reached for his nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lube.
The way Akutagawa kissed him, passionately, ravenously forcing his tongue past Atsushi's lips was clearly just an excuse to shut him up as he grabbed him by the wrist and poured the lube on his fingers. No words were needed. Akutagawa just guided Atsushi's fingers to sink underneath the lace, to slowly sink into him, before finally letting go and leaving Atsushi to his own devices.
Akutagawa moaned as Atsushi pushed his fingers deeper into him, arching his back in pleasure. It all was familiar. The rhythm he knew that Akutagawa enjoyed, the warmth of his insides, and the kisses pressed against his mouth, muffling Akutagawa's own moans.
Fuck, it was all so perfect. All those sensations. He was sure that if it went on for longer, he would cum just from hearing the sounds Akutagawa was making. In a moment of selfishness, he pulled out his fingers. The disappointed whine Akutagawa let out made him nearly feel bad for that, but instead he poured the lube over his cock and pointed at it.
"Don't tell me you don't want that," he whispered.
Akutagawa looked at him and frowned, placing one of his hands on his shoulder, not caring that his fingernails were digging into Atsushi's flesh.
"Don't make a fool out of yourself," he snarled, before burying his head right over Atsushi's shoulder and pressing a kiss to his neck.
Unlike Atsushi, Akutagawa wasn't careful at all, maybe even he was trying on purpose to leave marks, to leave something that would be there in the morning, as if he could find a way to disable his healing factor if he kissed hard enough.
He lowered himself, pulling his panties to the side, the warmth of his body enveloping Atsushi, tightly. Akutagawa took him deeper and deeper, before finally stopping and planting a kiss against his jawline, gently nibbling at the soft skin underneath his ear, causing Atsushi to let out a louder moan. That seemed to be enough to make Akutagawa shiver.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he whispered before kissing his neck again.
Atsushi run his fingers through Akutagawa's hair, feeling how soft they were, almost as if to contrast with his rough exterior.
"Don't act as if I couldn't say the same thing about you."
Akutagawa let out a bark of laughter and rolled his hips, trying to find the rhythm. It was slow, it was surprisingly gentle, it was everything Atsushi could ask for and more. He placed his hands just above Akutagawa's hips as if he wanted to help him keep his balance and let out a quiet moan that was quickly muffled by Akutagawa's lips covering his own.
Atsushi wanted to close his eyes and focus on the other sensations, but at the same time he didn't want to take his eyes of Akutagawa, to miss the way his lips slightly parted, and the way his usually morbidly pale cheeks turned pink, and the way he suddenly bit his lip, clenching his hands over the sheets.
He grabbed Akutagawa's wrist, as if he wanted to make him focus on him, and it worked, because in a split second Akutagawa's eyes were on him, dark with desire. Two, bottomless pools of pitch black that made Atsushi want to drown in them.
"You don't have to act as if you're not enjoying yourself, you know?"
For a moment he was afraid that he said something wrong, because Akutagawa froze for a moment, just before leaning down and pressing a vicious kiss against his mouth, letting his own moan be silenced as he started moving again, this time faster, rougher.
"Fuck you, Weretiger," he growled, "Does it matter how I act? You know exactly how you affect me."
With that, he slammed his body down, taking Atsushi deep, his muscles squeezing tight around him.
"You fucking know."
He slammed their mouths together again, moving even faster, kissing as if there was no tomorrow, sliding his arm underneath Atsushi's back and digging his fingernails into his skin. And then he came, his load landing on Atsushi's stomach and chest. That didn't slow him down. He kissed Atsushi again, a quiet, high-pitched moan escaping his lips.
Atsushi knew he couldn't last long even if he tried, so he just let his orgasm come, and gently stroked Akutagawa's back.
"You can stop, it's fine."
Akutagawa lifted himself up, panting and laid down next to Atsushi, burying his face in the crook of his neck.
"But you liked seeing me in this, didn't you?" he said, gently pulling at the strap of his bralette.
Atsushi wrapped his arms around Akutagawa's skinny waist.
"Shut up, you know I loved it."