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Atsushi lets out a whine of irritation. His patience has run thin, and sitting in bed, waiting blindly with no way to reach out and grasp for that heat--for those familiar set of hands, makes him more homesick. Which is funny, because, he is home. Except, home is not a place. It is a person, it is Akutagawa, who is not here right now.
It must’ve been maybe a year since Atsushi and Akutagawa had started dating, but even now, the mafiosos late arrival to their shared apartment doesn’t fail to annoy Atsushi, who finishes work at a much earlier time than him. He cannot help it. He understands that the mafias work scheduale is bizzare, sometimes ranging from long overseas trips to random missions at night. But he still aches all the same for the other, if not more.
That of course, leaves him with many problems. But the one that strikes him the strongest is the loneliness he has to deal with in those hours that he awaits the other.
He thought that getting into a relationship would make him more busy— but he was wrong. Because clearly, those working in the mafia were nothing compared to those working in the agency.
Atsushi lays down in the middle of the bed with a sigh, the grey blanket that he must’ve tidied a million times in his boredom bunching under his weight. He brings up a hand to place behind his head only to bump into something soft and silky. He lifts it to his face. A tie. Not just any tie, but Akutagawas tie.
Neither Atsushi or his boyfriend are the type to wear such fancy clothing, and it’s not that they need to. But Atsushi remembers this tie. Akutagawa had wore it to a mission he was sent on along with a black suit that Atsushi thought looked so good on him. He couldn’t help thinking so, and even told Akutagawa that he looked extra handsome in it. That only resulted in the other to pin Atsushi against the wall and make out with him which just made him late to the mission.
Atsushi studies the tie, feeling the black silky material of it as he absently thinks about what Akutagawa must be doing right now.
Is he in his office, doing paperwork? Or is he on his way home, also thinking about finally getting to see Atsushi?
The weretiger shakes his head. As much as he is clingy towards the mafioso, and as much as the other loves him equally back, his boyfriend is just not so good at expressing his feelings back— in words. Atsushi has to remind himself. Because Akutagawas love language is definitely physical language.
And now that he thinks about it…Akutagawa is a good kisser. A great one at that. Atsushi can’t help but let out a desperate whimper as he recalls the feeling of Akutagawas lips against his lips, his skin. And suddenly, he is fantasizing like a deprived idiot. The detective takes off his shorts in a hurry, breathing heavily as he begins to discard his boxers with sloppy and unsteady hands, the feeling of his pulsing and hard dick not helping in the slightest.
A whimper slips from his mouth as his cock is exposed to the cold air of the room, and he subconsciously brings the tie in his hand to rest in between his legs. He has no idea what he’s doing, only that he needs Akutagawa to come home asap and take care of him before he takes matters into his own hands.
His slips the tie in between his ass cheeks, moaning as he closes his eyes and pretends that it’s Akutagawas dick, preparing him before it enters his hole.
He pants, bringing a hand under his shirt to pinch his hard and aching nipple as he lets out a breathless moan. He’d never imagined himself getting worked up and wet because of a tie and the mental image of Akutagawa. But here he is, sliding the tie back and forth between his ass cheeks as his back arches like a cat.
But even this is not enough and he knows it. He desperately pumps his cock, crying out in bliss from the friction between his hand and his sensitive member. He doesn’t stop rubbing the tie between his butt cheeks as he busies his other hand with pumping his aching and leaking cock.
“N-not enough…need Akutagawa…” he whimpers, imagining Akutagawa above him, his dick in his ass as he fucks him mercilessly.
If only Akutagawa were here…then Atsushi wouldn’t have to please himself with his tie and his own hand.
He doesn’t even have the time to be embarrassed because he’s desperate and wet, and he knows that if Akutagawa isn’t back home soon then he might—
“Jinko.”
Atsushis heart jumps out of his skin, and he looks up to find Akutagawa standing by the doorway of their room, leaning against the edge as he crosses his arms over his chest.
Atsushi must’ve been so into what he was doing that he didn’t hear the other enter the house and he says, “A-Akutagawa?!”
“Who told you to stop?” Akutagawa says, a dark expression on his face as he slowly walks over to Atsushi, his gaze burning in its intensity.
Akutagawa stops right in front of the bed, and Atsushi quickly sits up but doesn’t try to cover anything, knowing that the other has already seen enough. Judging from the bulge in his boyfriend’s pants, Atsushi knows that Akutagawa is every bit as desperate as himself. The look of hunger on his face sends a jolt of pleasure through Atsushi, increasing his arousal by tenfold. To be looked at in such a desperate state is truly not for the weak, and only someone as feral and ravenous as Atsushi can handle the weight of such a stare.
Atsushi doesn’t even know what’s gotten into him as he spreads his legs wider, allowing Akutagawa to see practically everything as he looks up coyly and says. “Ryuunosuke…”
The mafiosos eyes widen slightly, breath hitching, and hes on Atsushi in an instant.
“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me right now?” Akutagawa whispers, leaning down as he licks the detectives earlobe. His breath is hot and cold all at once, brushing the skin of Atsushis ear and emitting goosebumps.
“A-Ahh...” Atsushi moans.
Akutagawa places a hungry kiss on his lips, pulls away and says, “Hands up. ”
Atsushi obeys the other, biting his lip as the shirt is practically snatched off his body, leaving him fully naked.
“What about you?” Atsushi asks, suddenly feeling insecure under the others gaze as he self consciously covers his scars.
Akutagawa gently pries off his hands, before proceeding to lick and kiss at his scars and every inch of his chest, making Atsushi moan in pleasure, the wetness between his legs becoming more noticeable.
The mafioso grabs his thighs, slightly raising them, before licking them from the inside. Atsushis breath hitches, his eyes drooping slightly as the other continues licking his thighs dangerously lower, until he is at the base of his ass.
“I only reward people with patience ,” Akutagawa mumbles against his ass as Atsushi whimpers. “You touched yourself without my permission, so I won’t be fucking you until you learn to behave.”
“But—“
Suddenly, and without warning, Atsushi feels a warm tongue enter his pink, gushing hole as he throws his head back in pleasure.
“Haa…ah!” He moans, the feeling of the others warm professional tongue in his clenching hole too overwhelming, sending sparks of pleasure up his spine and down his thighs.
Akutagawa smirks when he hears Atsushi's moan and feels the muscles squeeze deliciously around his tongue, sucking him in deeper .
Atsushi weakly tries to push the others head away from his thighs, but it’s no use as Akutagawa just continues to eat him out hungrily and without mercy. If this goes on, then Atsushi is afraid that he will come untouched and within such a short amount of time.
“P-Please! I’m sorry!” He cries out, his back arching in pleasure as he squirms and writhes.
But Akutagawa is stubborn, even so as he glides his tongue deeper into Atsushis ass, probing and stimulating his prostate to the point that Atsushi has no choice but to subconsciously spread his legs wider.
The older male licks and drags the bundle of nerves that make Atsushi's eyes roll back from pleasure and moan and gasp .
Atsushi feels the other smirk against his ass, and if he isn’t being absolutely wrecked by the other, then he would scold him for being such a darn perv.
The hot feeling in his belly gets stronger, making Atsushi sob and moan as he helplessly watches Akutagawas head bob back and forth between his open thighs through hazy eyes.
At this point, all he can do is whimper pathetically, dreading yet yearning his upcoming climax that he knows will leave him unable to move for a good five minutes.
Hs thighs are shaking and he feels so ecstatic that he doesn’t know how he could even live without knowing you can feel this good. But it’s when Akutagawa spreads his ass cheeks wider, diving deeper into his hole and licking it up with his tongue to the point that Atsushi comes harshly, waves of pleasure knocking the breath out of him as he cries out hoarsely. His walls tighten around the tongue as the waves of pleasure roll over him, and he has to close his eyes from the overwhelming feeling of being eaten out so hungrily. He practically sees stars behind his closed eyelids, tears of pleasure falling down his cheeks as his own cum coats his stomach. The relevation that he just come untouched is heavy on his head.
Atsushi only opens his eyes when he feels a hand brush away his damp bangs. His vision is still foggy from the tears, but he can make out Akutagawa gazing down at him with soft eyes as he begins to rub circles over his hips to calm him down.
“How is my tiger doing?” Akutagawa asks, smirking.
Atsushi gently slaps away the hands at his hips with a haughty “hmph”, turning away as he crosses his arms over his chest.
Akutagawa simply places a kiss over his stomach. “Still want to be a brat?”
“Bla bla talk all you want,” Atsushi says, sticking his tongue out. “You horrible man…”
Akutagawa sticks out his tongue in return, points at it and says. “This, was deep inside your ass just minutes ago.”
“I hate you.”
“I love you too.”