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" Fuck… You're so tight-! "
Akira gnaws hard on his bottom lip, muffling his whimpers so that he doesn't get caught and has to explain why he's in Akechi's room right now . His reasoning is that he only came in initially to drop some papers off that he found in the living room whilst cleaning up, turning around to leave but instinctively went to hide in his closet when he heard footsteps coming closer and closer. In hindsight, maybe Akira should've just explained what he was doing before hiding but it's too late to reveal himself now.
Not while Akechi himself is hunched over an onahole, pounding into the fake flesh right in front of Akira's very eyes. Swallowing down the lump in his throat as he ogles at how big Akechi is through the small crack of the wardrobe doors, Akira shudders in tandem with the older man's low grunts and the loud slaps of skin against silicon with every thrust.
I really really shouldn't be here, Akira thinks to himself yet he can't look away, a selfish part of him wants to burn everything to memory. Make sure he can remember exactly how Akechi looks when he's in the heat of the moment, stuff them into a box in his brain and use it for later when Akira is on his own later on in the dead of the night. Is there an opening where I can sneak off?
"What a tight little hole you have here…" Akechi mutters under his breath, squeezing the globes on the onahole's ass before landing a hard smack on each cheek. Akira's eyes widened from the sudden strike, holding in the urge to squeak from the sheer strength of that slap as the actual silicon dents. "Still nice and pliant for me though, my good little boy Akira."
Akira?
The said boy jolts from the sudden mention, his own arousal skyrocketing higher as he struggles to stay in place. Akira doesn't trust himself to not react as he stuff his fingers in his own mouth, biting into his own skin in a desperate plea to stay quiet. His own dick is straining against his suddenly-too-tight shorts, painfully wanting any sort of relief.
Did he really say my name? Or am I just being delusional? He's drooling around his own fingers, waiting for the older man to talk again before he jumps to any sort of conclusion. Perhaps it was a slip of the tongue? Maybe he is just so lost in thought that he actually manifested that in his own head. Man, this is really not funny at all-
"That's it, Akira… Tighten up for me, darling." A shiver runs across Akira's spine from how carnal Akechi's tone turns from simply saying his name, the intention behind his thrusts digging deeper into the onahole and getting harder to bear watching. Akira fruitlessly shoves his free hand right into his shorts on command, wrapping his fingers around the base of his dick to stop himself from making a mess at the very least. "No, no… Darling, I need you to cum from my cock alone. Let me make you feel all the pleasure tonight."
His own hand runs cold against his heated skin from the command that leaves the older man's lips, a sense of wrongness overcoming his senses as he slowly lets go. The whine he lets out is quiet enough to be masked under Akechi's own groans but Akira still bites down harder on his fingers, his other hand gripping at his inner thigh as if he's waiting for some sort of permission to keep going.
As if Akechi himself actually knew he was in this small closet watching him this entire time.
"Come on, Akira… Darling, you need to tell me where exactly it feels good." Akechi rolls his hips rougher into the toy, the veins in his arms popping out as his grip on it hardens. It's so deliberate the way he slowly pulls the fake rear apart, licking his lips and thumbing across the outstretched rim. "Show me what you want me to do to make you feel just as good as I am."
Akira doesn't even realise he's pressing his fingers inside his hole until he's buckling over in mild pain, choking on his fingers as he stifles a strained moan. It burns from being under prepared for intrusion so soon but still accepts his fingers regardless (Akira is extremely grateful he slipped away in the morning after being confronted with Akechi coming back from his morning run).
Pleasure ebbs through the dull ache in drones, his fingers curling into every crevice of his inner walls together with Akechi's own thrusts. He really prays that Akechi is too distracted to notice a few cries slip past his lips as he sloppily thrusts into his hole, even more as the wooden floors start to eerily creak under his movements.
It's hazing how easily Akechi's voice causes his body to move on it's own, puppeteering him even when he isn't aware of his presence. Easily slipping into the notion that he's right under Akechi in his bed, feeling his cock filling him out completely and taking the breath out of him with every grind of his hips. Having all of Akechi's attention centred on him, cooing out endearments with that saccharine smile of his.
"That's it, darling. You feel so good clenching around me." Akechi's grunts get louder as his pace gets faster and faster, erratically fucking the onahole against the sheets so hard that the headboard thuds against the wall. Akira would be in utter shock if he wasn't in a cloud of pleasure himself, ecstasy coming closer and closer to his reach as he crooks his fingertips just right against his prostate. "You like it when I go rough on you, right Akira? Being daddy's good little boy, taking everything I got."
His heart thrums in his chest as he holds the urge to squeal amidst all his bliss, bucking his hips up into his fingers in pure despair to cum. His cock is leaking precum everywhere but Akira doesn't care at the moment, he just needs to cum for Daddy and be his good little boy just like he says he is. Even for a little while.
Akechi's hips stutter as he hunches over the toy, growling as he cums hard into it. Akira swallows his disappointment as it wasn't enough, retching out his fingers from his hole as he stares at his still-hardened dick. He should take care of it later in his own room downstairs, surely he can go escape when Akechi inevitably goes to bed-
A dark chuckle pierces through his thoughts, his eyes locking onto the ruby red ones now suddenly closer to the wardrobe door, "Hey, darling. Are you going to stay in there or are you going to come out and let daddy help you with your problem?