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Goro scrubs the dust of Mementos from his skin, wishing for his own shower and products. He has specialized shampoo and conditioner, scent-matched body scrub and a skincare routine. Akira, it seems, washes exclusively with all-in-one.
Barbaric.
He eavesdrops shamelessly as he showers. Apparently the pair outside don't realize he can hear Morgana making taunting quips about his obvious crush. He very carefully does not picture wringing the cat's neck as he listens. So what if every time he's ever gotten close to Akira was a lie? This is fine! He's not feeling any murderous rage about it at all!!!
"I think we've proven pretty definitively that Akechi doesn't see me the way I see him. I've been after him for months and he barely even kissed me once before pushing me away."
Goro drops a bar of soap on his foot. What?
He doesn't move as Morgana takes his leave, afraid to miss something, turning information over in his head. Akira pushed Maruki's fantasy scenario into something, not only explicitly sexual, but indicative of a long-term relationship. Akira cared for him today, kissed him today, without noticing the fortune he brought. And Akira spoke casually of months spent trying to seduce him.
Has Akira liked him this whole time? No, surely he would have noticed by now. Just in case, though, maybe it's time to be proactive instead of reactive.
When Goro is certain they're alone, he leans out the door, angling so only his upper body is exposed. He has the pleasure of watching Akira's eyes go wide. He gives some snippy excuse about looking for the shampoo and Akira buys it, running in and stumbling all over himself.
Goro bends over, pretending to peer into the cabinet as he enjoys the feeling of Akira's undivided attention. "Do you want to get in here and look for it?"
"Yes," Akira says, clearly not in the same book, let alone on the same page. "I want to get in there."
"Then what are you waiting for?"
Akira takes two steps forward, hands reaching out, and stops just short of grabbing Goro's ass. He shakes his head sharply, as though physically resetting his thoughts.
"Um, Akechi? You're naked," he points out as tknown.it might be a surprise. "And wet. Very wet and naked."
"A common side effect of taking a shower," Goro says drily. "It doesn't bother you, does it? We've been to the bathhouse together, after all."
He straightens up and turns around. Akira's eyes drop as though they're drawn by a magnets.
"If you don't have any shampoo, you might stay and help me with this." Goro casually strolls back over to the shower and hefts the bottle of all-in-one.
"I can definitely help with that," Akira says, eyes still glued to his crotch.
"Come on then."
Akira steps forward, then stops again.
"Wait, what am I doing?"
"Trying my patience," Goro snaps. "Get your clothes off and come over here, or get the hell out."
It's like a localized hurricane; clothes go flying to land all over the bathroom. Akira is flushed and half-hard, but Goro can't look too long or they'll both end up brain-dead. He pulls his unresisting quarry into the shower behind him.
"Wash my back," he instructs
Akira makes a noise that might be agreement or might be steam escaping, but he accepts a dollop of body wash and starts rubbing. He moves in fits and starts, hands lingering over the curve of Goro's waist or dipping down to his tailbone before racing for safer territory. Goro washes his hair as though he doesn't notice and revels in the feeling of Akira's hands on him.
"Um, I think you're clean," Akira eventually says behind him.
"Oh, good. Now get the front." Goro reaches back and yanks Akira forward, pulling him in so he's plastered to Goro's back. He places Akira's hands on his own hips and thrills to the feeling of a firm erection, soap-slick and hot, nudging the cleft of his ass.
Akira whines, thrusting just once before he tries to pull back. Goro clings tightly to his arms and doesn't give an inch.
"Akechi, what the f*ck are we doing? I'm not supposed to- and anway I thought you didnt want to-"
"We're just taking a shower. Really, Akira, there's no need to act so strange about it. And you really should call me Goro. Aren't we friends?"
"Sure, friends," Akira agrees half-hysterically. "Friends who shower together."
Goro rewards him by pulling his hands higher, rubbing Akira's palms over his own nipples, essentially forcing Akira to grope him. He shivers at the sensation and feels Akira's dick twitch.
"Here's what's going to happen," Goro tells him. "I'm going to ask you some questions. If you answer truthfully, we can keep having this nice friendly shower." He presses backward and feels Akira gasp hotly against his neck. "If you lie to me or refuse to answer, I'll finish showering by myself."
"I'm not sure we should-"
"Your options are 'Yes, Goro' or 'No, Goro,' and only one of those keeps you in this shower."
"Yes, Goro."
Akira has accidentally accepted the Maruki reality. That's the only sensible explanation for why he's playing 20 Questions in the shower with naked Akechi. No, wait, they're apparently friends now. Naked Goro.
"When did you first know you wanted me?" he asks and Akira tries to focus.
"To f*ck, to be friends with or to date?"
"All of them."
"The whole time we talked at the TV station, I was thinking about holding you down and licking syrup off you until you begged me to f*ck you," Akira recalls. "Then we went to that cafe, and it was kind of fun, hanging out with you. I thought we could be friends. But when I put my glasses on you, you looked at me like you wanted a kiss, and I couldn't stop thinking about it after that."
"You decided so quickly," Goro says neutrally. "But you never said anything. Why?"
Akira wishes they were face-to-face. Rubbing against the world's finest ass is great and all, but he can't tell if he's helping or hurting his case. Might as well just lay it all out there.
"I couldn't really tell how you felt. And I've never dated someone before, so I was a little nervous."
Goro's spine stiffens. He drops Akira's hands, pulling away, and Akira wants to cry.
"Wait, wait, what did I do this time?!"
"Why would you expect me to believe such an obvious and stupid lie? You've f*cked half of Tokyo by now, and you're too shy to ask for a date?"
Goro is facing him and Akira wishes for the ass back. The ass did not look like it was seconds from disembowling him. Sucking him dry, maybe...no, focus!
"It's true, I promise! Everybody wants to f*ck me, but nobody ever wants to date me. I've never actually dated anyone before."
Goro looks marginally less murderous.
"What exactly do you think dating is?"
"Um, it's when you take each other on dates? You support each other, give each other presents. Hold hands, maybe kiss, tell everyone you're together. You're just...there for each other."
Akira isn't explaining this well, but Goro seems to get it. The fury vanishes, leaving a strangely sad expression in its place.
"It's always just you. You're the only one putting in the effort."
"It's easier for people when I'm the one doing everything," Akira explains. "It's not bad, they still help me. It's just that nobody has really wanted to date me."
"You are the stupidest person on the goddamn planet," Goro says, and then they're kissing again.
Goro gives no quarter, pressing in like he can erase months of selfish bastards with the pressure of his lips.
f*cking Akira, with his stupid savior complex, his incomprehensible thought process, his slu*tty body that trembles as he moans into Goro's mouth.
Pulling back is a monumental effort, but he doesn't want to leave room for misunderstandings. Goro leans back, hips still flush with Akira's.
"Date me," he demands.
"Anything," Akira promises, staring at his lips and clearly understanding nothing.
Goro pushes him away, slamming him against the shower wall, and grips his throat to ensure his attention. Akira only looks more enraptured.
"Listen when I'm speaking to you. I want you to date me. I will take you to dinner and hold your hand. You will introduce me to your friends and your guardian as your boyfriend. When you have a problem, you will come to me. We will kiss frequently. Do you understand?"
Akira's eyes are wide, his mouth open.
"You want to date me? Really? I didn't think you liked me that way."
Goro looks down, where the distance between them is bridged by his erection. He tightens his grip on Akira's throat for a moment before letting go.
"Stupidest person on the goddamn planet," he repeats. "Are we dating or not?"
"Yes, please! Just one thing."
"WHAT thing?"
"Can our first date be outside the shower? I'm starting to get pruney and I think I'm going to die if you don't f*ck me soon."
Of course, with them, it's never quite that easy.
Goro is snuggled up behind him on the futon, rubbing his dick lazily between Akira's thighs. With every thrust he strokes Akira as well. The dual sensation is driving him crazy, but every time he so much as twitches, Goro stops.
"You have to pay attention," he tells Akira sweetly. "Boyfriends listen to each other. And we need to set some ground rules."
"Anything you want," Akira gasps, but Goro bites him sharply on the shoulder.
"No. That's what you told all of them," he snarls. "You're mine now. Tell me what you want, and I'll give it to you. I'm the only one who can give it to you. Tell me you understand."
"I understand." He moans as Goro starts stroking again.
"You understand what?"
"You're my boyfriend. You're the only one who can touch me," Akira recites dutifully. "You'll give me what I need. Ohf*ckyesplease, just like that! Oh god, Goro, don't stop, I need it!"
But he does stop, nipping at Akira's shoulder when Akira tries to pull his hand back down.
"Call one of your little friends," Goro directs. "Tell them they can stop worrying. Your boyfriend is taking care of you now."
