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As the car ride continued, both of them began to grow impatient, they were uncomfortably hard and need relief. After what felt like lightyears, they were at a parking lot of some local grocery.

“We’ll buy the supplies for Yakiniku night, you two tagging along?” Yosano asks, directed to the boys uncomfortably close to each other as the others already start getting out of the car.

“Uh… we’ll just stay here,” Atsushi replies on both his and Akutagawa’s behalf, a tad bashfully.

And with that, Yosano nodded and closed the door, leaving the two men alone. Immediately, Akutagawa pushes Atsushi off him.

“Hey! Watch it you bastard!” Atsushi squabbles, Akutagawa gritting his teeth in return.

“Why’d you speak for me?? I don’t want to be stuck here with you.” Akutagawa sounded aggravated.

“FINE. GO FIX YOUR BONER BY YOURSELF!” Atsushi yells.

…

Akutagawa feels a heat creep up his neck, he’s blushing profusely from Atsushi’s blunt counter.

Atsushi is a bit surprised at himself if he’s being honest. “I… ah…” He tries to say something but his mouth is just hanging, not one word coming out.

Akutagawa stares at Atsushi’s mouth. His imagination going wild, he gets even more hard from the thought of Atsushi’s soft lips wrapping around his dick, how warm his mouth must be, the feeling of fucking his mouth, the whimpers and m—

“AKUTAGAWA.” Atsushi screams at Ryuunosuke’s face, their faces barely apart, straddling the other man. Akutagawa doesn’t process the weight on his body and blinks, finally snapping out of his train of thought.

Akutagawa coughs. “Apologies.” He says plainly. Atsushi huffs at this, acutely aware of the heat radiating from Akutagawa. He couldn’t ignore the physical proximity nor the unresolved emotional & physical turmoil swirling between them. 

Breaking the silence, Atsushi finally gathered his thoughts. “You know, this is really ridiculous.” He began, attempting to diffuse the tension with humor. “Here we are, two grown men, stuck in a car, bickering like children. It’s just a boner, right?” Atsushi offered a sheepish grin, fully aware of the absurdity of their situation, but Akutagawa remained unyielded, his gaze fixed on the passing cars outside.

“And what do you propose we do about it?” Akutagawa replied with indifference, as if he weren’t flustered ten seconds ago, but there was an undeniable edge of vulnerability in his tone. The tightness in his chest made it difficult to convey his feelings accurately, yet he couldn't help but silently acknowledge the weight of Atsushi's presence. 

Atsushi pondered momentarily, the gears in his mind turning. “I don’t know, maybe we can just… do a quickie?” He proposed with a nervous smile. 

“You can’t be serious.” Akutagawa replied, disbelief coloring his voice. Yet, as much as he wanted to be irritated with Atsushi for suggesting such a seemingly banal solution, he found himself intrigued.

“Why not? It beats sitting here and pretending like nothing’s happening.” Atsushi insisted, perhaps inspired by some sudden burst of courage. “We’ve tackled worse situations together. Remember when we fought Fitzgerald? If we can face that, we can handle this.” He said lightly, though the tremor in his voice hinted at the seriousness lurking beneath his attempt at levity. 

The mention of their past mission sparked a flicker of nostalgia in Akutagawa, who sighed deeply. “You’re comparing two entirely different situations, do you even hear yourself?”

…

“But… Fine, if we must.” He relented, embarrassed by the thought of being exposed to his mortal enemy. “But let’s skip to the part where we discuss how utterly infuriating you are.” He added with a hint of playfulness, the corner of his mouth quirking despite himself.

“Shut up…” Atsushi replies, before leaning in to kiss Akutagawa to silence. The boy in black tensed at first, but eventually let his shoulders somewhat relax, they’re still a bit stiff but this is a entirely new sensation he’s never experienced before, the same could be said for Atsushi, though he’s got more guts, considering he made the first move.

Akutagawa makes a soft, embarrassing noise, against the affection—his heart racing & body heating up, the latter on the other hand is in a trance, completely doing what he feels is right, Atsushi’s right hand holding the side of Akutagawa’s face while the left is on his waist, pushing their bodies closer towards each other.

Akutagawa can barely breathe, but he can’t get enough of it, the feeling of Atsushi’s tongue swirling against his own is intoxicating yet addictive. Atsushi starts pushing off his rival’s coat as he engulfs his mouth— the other didn’t do anything against it. 

When their lips part, a string of saliva connected them for a moment before snapping, the two men catching their breath. “Fuck…” Akutagawa breathes out, Atsushi grins proudly at this reaction, but seeing that smug expression pissed Diablo off, this counted as a lose for him and he strived for revenge.

But before he could move, he shuddered involuntarily at the feeling of Atsushi’s teeth grazing over his sensitive skin on his neck, his head instinctively tilts back to give the other more room to bite & nibble at, a soft moan escaping his lips despite himself "Ahhh... y-you’re really annoying, aren’t you?…" Akutagawa pants lightly, trying to control his breathing as he feels Atsushi’s tongue lapping over his neck, the weretiger didn’t bother responding to him, he focused on “annoying” him instead.

Atsushi rips off Akutagawa’s shirt, “What the hel—“ Akutagawa’s eyes widen when Atsushi starts grinding against him, the slow pace & feeling sending jolts of pleasure through his body "Holy shit... what the fuck...?!” He gasps, his hands reaching up to grab at jinko’s shoulders in a desperate attempt to steady himself— as he continues, Ryuunosuke gets louder, his hips start to move on their own, thrusting upwards to meet Atsushi’s rhythmic grinding.

The weretiger sucks & licks on Akutagawa’s shoulder, Akutagawa’s panting heavily now, completely lost in the sensation "Fuck, I can't... I can't last much longer... at this rate..." His fingers dig into Atsushi’s arms as his body trembles with need, "Are you gonna make me cum like this... fully clothed?" 

“You’re not fully clothed... you don't have a shirt..” Atsushi replies, before trailing hot wet kisses down Akutagawa’s chest, he shivers violently as Atsushi’s lips trail down his bare chest, his abs tensing under his touch "Because y-you tore it apart… you’re killing me... we're both still wearing pants..." He groans, his voice strained as he tries to lift his hips to get closer to him.

“Oops… guess we'll be leaving stains tonight...” Atsushi responds, "This is torture..." Akutagawa whines. Atsushi’s mouth wanders, sucking and licking his nipple while grinding harder against him, Akutagawa arches his back sharply, a loud cry of pleasure ripping from his throat as he sucks away, "FUCK! ATSUSHI! I’M GONNA CUM! I’M GONNA CUM IN MY FUCKING PANTS!"

Atsushi laughs at Akutagawa’s… announcement “We should do it at the same time.” He suggests, Akutagawa’s breathing becomes erratic, his entire body tensing as he teeters on the edge, "You want us to... at the same time? That's filthy... but fuck, I love it..." He moans desperately, his hips jerking erratically against Atsushi’s now, Atsushi bites his lip hard to keep himself from screaming.

“In three…” 

“Two…”

“ONE!”

Their bodies convulse violently as they find release, hot liquid spilling into their pants as they cum. They can feel each other’s warmth through the thin fabric, knowing the other had release too. Atsushi pants heavily, Akutagawa’s body shaking.

After a few moments of breathing, Atsushi says with thought, “I wonder… how yours tastes like.” Akutagawa is still trying to catch his breath, he stares at him with a dazed, appalled expression "You're really thinking about that after what we just did?" He chuckles weakly, shaking his head in disbelief. But despite his initial reaction, he took it into consideration… the offer was tempting.

His eyes darken with desire when he looks back at Atsushi "Well, since you asked so nicely..." He reaches down to undo his pants, Atsushi scoots a little farther away to give him space, he pulls them down just enough to expose his now softening member, still sticky with his earlier release.

Atsushi looks respectfully, he glides his index finger on the tip then pops it in his mouth— Akutagawa’s breath hitches as he watches him suck his taste off Atsushi’s finger, his eyes widening with a mix of shock and arousal, "Shit, that’s hot..." he swallows hard, his voice husky.

Atsushi opens his mouth and drags his finger down his tongue, spreading the other man’s semen in front of him.  Akutagawa moans at the sight, his soft cock nowhere to be found, he’s hard all over again. Atsushi smirks then leans in to give him a fleet kiss, long enough for the black haired boy to taste himself in the weretiger’s hot wet mouth.

After a few breaths, Akutagawa says; "You like the taste of me, don't you?…" Atsushi giggles at this. “Who wouldn’t? Honestly, I envy your pants. I would’ve swallowed all your cum without issue.” He says with confidence, Akutagawa groans at the thought, “You're infuriating , I just came and you're already talking about tasting more of me..." He complains, unaware of the flush on his face.

“Sorry… you just make me feel all types of ways I don’t even understand.” He apologizes meekly. Akutagawa chuckles, shaking his head in mock exasperation "No need to apologize. I like this side of you... the possessive, greedy side," He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper “It’s fucking hot.” Atsushi grins, “This part of me is only reserved for you.” 

Akutagawa’s hand comes up to tangle in his hair as he pulls him closer, “I want you to taste every last drop of me. I want you to lick my balls, my thighs, my asshole... I want you to eat me out until I'm clean.” He says with a thirsty look, “Mm… just the thought of it makes my mouth water..” Atsushi says with fondness, as if he were already imagining it.

Atsushi kneels down on the floor pan, and he wraps his mouth around Akutagawa slowly, his tongue first, then out of nowhere he suddenly shoves Ryuunosuke down the back of his throat, the man on the car seat lets out a loud, startled yelp as he suddenly deepthroats him, his legs kicking out in surprise. He grips the back of Atsushi’s head, his fingers tangling in his hair as he struggles to adjust to the sudden intrusion. 

The weretiger moves his head, sucking and licking away as he rolls the other’s balls between his slender fingers— Akutagawa is making incoherent noises, his hips bucking as he tries to pull him down further. He feels like he's hitting the back of his throat with every thrust, the sensation too much to bear. He can feel his release nearing too quickly. "You have to stop..." 

Atsushi pulls away, “You okay?..” He asks with guilt, his hands on Akutagawa’s legs— he’s panting heavily, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. "No, I'm not okay! You almost made me cum in the span of twenty seconds! I need a minute..." He looks at Atsushi with a mixture of frustration and awe.

“You told me to ‘taste every drop of you’… I got carried away.” He replies, avoiding eye contact.

“Still! I didn’t tell you to do it that quickly!!” He sighs, running a hand through his hair. “Though, what you did was… impressive.” Akutagawa didn’t want to admit it, but it was exhilarating for him.

“Now, come here and give me a break… with your mouth.”

“Are you telling me to shut up or to deepthroat you again? Can’t tell.” Atsushi replies with sarcasm, Akutagawa chuckles, his eyes crinkling at the corners. 

"Both? Shut up and keep deepthroating me at the same time. Can you manage that, smartass?"

Atsushi moves down and goes back to where he left off on, answering his question. Akutagawa lets out a loud, satisfied groan as Atsushi deepthroats him once more, his hands gripping the carseat as he rides out the intense sensation. He looks up at the headliner, his eyes rolling back in his head. Atsushi bops his head, his tongue licking and wrapped around Akutagawa’s cock, moving between the slit as his throat muscles contract against his dick.

Akutagawa is losing control fast now, thrusting up into Atsushi’s mouth helplessly as he licks and sucks just the right way. His voice comes out as a broken whimper "Holy shit... shit, shit... you're gonna make me—" Cum. He came, with a loud, guttural cry. Atsushi can feel the warm viscous substance flow down the back of his throat, moaning around Akutagawa’s dick with satisfaction. 

Akutagawa bucks and twitches, his hips moving erratically as he tries to push himself even deeper into his mouth. His eyes are squeezed shut, his face contorted in pure pleasure. Atsushi swallows all of Akutagawa’s seed, licking every inch of him, sucking him dry. As he finishes cumming, he collapses back against the carseat, completely spent. He looks at him with a dazed expression, his chest still heaving with exertion. "Holy shit..." Atsushi pulls out with a pop, sticking his tongue out for the other to see it painted with a clear white.

Akutagawa stares at Atsushi’s tongue coated with his release, a shudder running through his body at the erotic sight. A weak chuckle escapes him. "Jesus Christ, look at you... Acting like you didn't just milk me dry with that fucking throat of yours."

“I can do more than that.” He comments, Akutagawa’s release glistening on his lips. Akutagawa looks at him with a mix of astonishment and trepidation. "More? What else can you do? You've already proven yourself to be a walking miracle." He straightens up slowly, his eyes never leaving his. "Show m-“ A sudden beep cuts him off, followed by the low rumble of the engine. Both of them flinched, the unexpected vibration rattling through the seats. 

They exchange wide eyed looks, Atsushi turns to the window on the opposite side of where they were and they see Kunikida with his car keys, the rest with grocery bags approaching the car, Akutagawa quickly pulls his pants back on & covers his ripped shirt with his coat, Atsushi sitting a space apart from Akutagawa, where he was earlier.

Kunikida & Dazai sit on their front seats, Ranpo opens the door, him and Yosano talking as she enters the car, Atsushi moving aside, Ranpo tries to enter but there’s no space. “Hey Atsushi could you sit with Akutagawa again?” He asks, Atsushi sighs and does so, Ranpo being able to sit now. 

“Hey it kinda smells funky in here.” Dazai points out, “That’s you, Dazai.” Kunikida replies, Atsushi and Akutagawa give each other knowing looks.

Atsushi smirked to himself as his eyes looked at the man behind him, looking furiously flustered. Akutagawa clicks his tongue, then grips jinko’s ass closer to him, resting his chin on Atsushi’s shoulder, whispering in his ear, “Once we get back to the building, I’ll make sure to tear you apart.” He promises, slowly turning Atsushi’s head toward himself as he says so, causing the other boy to heat up.

Ranpo side eyes them.

Akutagawa feels eyes on them, so he abruptly coughs in means of distraction. Atsushi plays along, his eyes suddenly fixed on the window. Tension is high, and they want to get out of this suffocating car already, the stickiness in their pants becoming more unpleasant than ever.

Before they know it, they’ve made it to their stop— The Armed Detective Agency building. Kunikida, Dazai, Ranpo and Yosano all step out, once Yosano was out Akutagawa & Atsushi rushed out of there, as if they’d die if they didn’t get out of the car under five seconds. Dazai laughs at the sight “A match made in heaven!” He sarcastically comments, as Atsushi sighs and Akutagawa rolls his eyes. 

They head to the grill, where Kyōka, Kenji, Naomi, Junichiro and Fukuzawa were already starting, Kenji grilling the meat, fresh from his family’s farm, while explaining techniques to Kyōka. Ranpo takes the newly bought seafood, laying them out while Fukuzawa sorts through them. Yosano brings the vegetables, taking them out from the packaging, Naomi cutting them while Junichiro cooks them on the grill. Guess there’s no jobs left for Atsushi and Akutagawa! Perfect for them. 

Atsushi rushes to lead Akutagawa the floor with his room, they’ve barely stepped through the doorway or kicked off their shoes when Atsushi makes a move. His fingers latch onto the other’s clothing, skin, hair—anything within reach, as the door swings shut with a sharp thud behind them. Facing Akutagawa, Atsushi stumbles forward, dragging him along the place in a hurried, clumsy rush deeper into the room, Akutagawa has no time to take in his surroundings, his focus wholly consumed by the weretiger’s eager hands, gripping greedily at his hips. He struggles to match his pace, nearly tripping in the process of frantically going into Atsushi’s closet.

Atsushi slides his closet closed, crashing onto Akutagawa, now lying on his futon. Atsushi’s mouth, hot and insistent, pushes against Akutagawa’s without hesitation, breathy moans escaping between them, he pulls away temporarily to focus on quickly unrobing Akutagawa, seeing his torn dress shirt from earlier, he just rips it off him, slippery sweaty hands desperately removing his pants, coat and the cravat on his neck.

“It’s my turn now.” Atsushi reminds Akutagawa lowly, pulling down his pants and boxers, revealing his cock, erect and heavy. Akutagawa’s throat is suddenly dry, his eyes flickering between it and Atsushi, he gives a nod of approval and Akutagawa shakily wraps one his hand around the base of Atsushi’s dick, not fully though due to his girth. He hesitantly makes small licks at the tip, tasting Atsushi’s precum. Akutagawa drags his tongue along the end of Atsushi’s cock to his tip, the receiver bucking into Akutagawa’s mouth.

Akutagawa continues, his lips wrapping around Atsushi’s dick, he takes a breath through his nose before pushing himself down, further and further, his lips meeting the hand holding the base as he begins to suck, his head bobbing up and down, causing Atsushi to moan shamelessly and shake, he doesn’t know how his legs haven’t given up on him.

His hands lower to Akutagawa’s jaw, forcefully making him stop, the man who can’t speak looks up at the other in confusion. “Can… Can I fuck your mouth?” He asks, still a little embarrassed. Akutagawa just nods, so Atsushi holds the back of Akutagawa’s head and starts shallowly thrusting in and out of his mouth, Akutagawa moans around his length, the vibrations adding to the sensation. He goes down Akutagawa’s throat, his movements quickly becoming erratic. 

Akutagawa gags multiple times, grasping onto the other’s legs, saliva dripping out at the side of his mouth, tears forming in the corner of his eyes, taking all of it with a sense of determination as if to prove he’s strong enough to do this. Atsushi keeps aggressively using him, hitting the back of his throat until he cums down there, Akutagawa swallowing it all with his eyes rolled back. When Atsushi pulls out and lets go of the other’s head, he falls limp on the futon.

Akutagawa takes advantage of this and turns Atsushi around. Akutagawa steadying himself, one hand planted near Atsushi’s waist for balance while the other spreads him open. His breath, hot and teasing, ghosts over the sensitive skin before his mouth follows, working gently yet persistently. Atsushi tenses at first, but under Akutagawa’s touch, he slowly eases, his body yielding to the sensation.

Soon, Akutagawa presses in further, a fingertip joining in with his tongue. Curling and pumping it in and out, drawing tremors from Atsushi. As he gradually adjusts, Akutagawa adds another, when he feels Atsushi fully relax beneath him, he slowly withdraws, putting Atsushi on his lap. “This is what I wanted earlier…” Akutagawa comments while lining Atsushi up “I had the feeling.” He replied, holding his waist and slamming him down his dick without warning, making Atsushi scream mixed with a moan, his eyes squeezing tightly together, clawing into Akutagawa’s legs.

Akutagawa hisses at the feeling, holding his hips, guiding him to slowly move up and down until he gained his own rhythm. He tosses one of Atsushi’s legs over his shoulder, allowing him to move even deeper. Atsushi moves relentlessly over him, Akutagawa thrusts up, matching his pace. It’s tight, the friction is a bit painful, but Akutagawa’s saliva eases that.

Then, it happens. Akutagawa’s dick hits Atsushi’s prostate, cutting through every coherent thought like a blade. Atsushi’s back arches violently, his fingers clenching around Akutagawa’s forearms as a strangled cry rips from his throat. His vision goes hazy for a second, his entire body locking up. Akutagawa stills, watching with dark amusement as Atsushi trembles for him, eyes blown wide, lips parted but unable to form a single word. He presses forward again—deliberate, testing, and Atsushi jerks, his thighs twitching around Akutagawa’s waist.

“There it is.” Akutagawa murmurs, voice laced with satisfaction. Atsushi’s response is a mix of an incoherent moan and a desperate whimper, his body shuddering with every slight movement. Akutagawa tightens his grip and dives into that spot again, harder this time, watching Atsushi unravel, thrust by thrust. Atsushi lets out a broken sob, his body seizing up before melting into Akutagawa’s hold. Every nerve is on fire, every touch sending sparks through him, but nothing compares to the relentless, dizzying pressure against that spot inside him. He tries to form words—to beg, to curse, to say something—but all that escapes are gasping moans and choked whimpers.

Akutagawa watches him with half lidded eyes, something dark and possessive curling in his chest. He tightens his grip on Atsushi’s waist, feeling him tremble in his hands, his whole body betraying just how completely lost he is to the pleasure.

“M-more…” Atsushi finally manages, barely more than a breath. His fingers claw at Akutagawa’s arms, desperate, restless. A smirk tugs at Akutagawa’s lips. “Greedy.” He pulls back, far enough he almost completely pulls out, only to snap his hips forward again, slamming into that same sensitive spot. Atsushi shrieks, throwing his entire body back. He can’t stop shaking, his muscles tensing and releasing with every merciless thrust. Tears bead at the corners of his eyes, his mind dissolving into nothing but the sensation. 

Akutagawa’s breathing grows heavier, his own restraint slipping as Atsushi writhes beneath him, clenching around him with every pulse of pleasure. He doesn’t slow down, he just keeps pushing, keeps pounding into him, reveling in the wrecked sounds spilling from Atsushi’s lips. It’s too much. It’s perfect. Atsushi can’t think, can’t breathe—he can only feel, and it’s all him, all Akutagawa, dragging him under, drowning him in overwhelming heat. He’s already teetering on the brink, his body trembling from the merciless pleasure wracking through him. Every thrust makes his vision blur, his mouth falling open in soundless moans as his muscles clench and release uncontrollably.

Then, suddenly—another touch. Atsushi chokes on a gasp, his whole body lurching as Akutagawa’s fingers wrap around his aching neglected length, pulsing and firm. The first stroke sends a violent shudder down his spine, his hips jerking in response, overwhelmed by the sudden surge of sensation.

“Ah—! Wai— I c-can’t—” Atsushi babbles, voice cracking between ragged breaths. But Akutagawa only tightens his grip, his pace never faltering, his hand working Atsushi in time with every powerful thrust. “Can’t?” Akutagawa echoes mockingly, voice low and smooth, breath ticking Atsushi’s face, watching him fall apart in his grasp. “You’re taking it so well though.”

Atsushi lets out a strangled sob as his body convulses, his senses completely overloaded. The pleasure is too much, coiling deep in his stomach like a wildfire, burning him up from the inside out. Every stroke, every thrust, every flick of Akutagawa’s wrist sends another violent tremor through him, his entire body hypersensitive and on the verge of collapse.

“Aku—! Please—I’m— I’m gonna—” His words die in his throat, his nails digging into Akutagawa’s back as his body locks up, back arching, legs tensing—

Then Akutagawa twists his wrist, hits the spot inside him at the same time, and Atsushi shatters.

His release hits him like a tidal wave, tearing through him with such force that his vision goes white. His body jerks violently in Akutagawa’s hold, muscles spasming, a wrecked, broken moan spilling from his lips as he clings to him, shaking apart. Every pulse of pleasure crashes over him like an aftershock, leaving him dazed, overstimulated, completely and utterly ruined.

But Akutagawa doesn’t stop. Even as Atsushi whimpers, trembling from the aftershocks, Akutagawa keeps moving—his thrusts slowing but deep, dragging out every last bit of pleasure until Atsushi is nothing more than a trembling, overstimulated mess beneath him. His breathless moans turn into gasps, twitching uncontrollably under Akutagawa’s lingering touch. “Too much—” he pleads, voice wrecked, his body shuddering with each lingering stroke. But Akutagawa leans down, his breath ghosting against Atsushi’s ear as he whispers, low and smug—

“You can take it.”

Atsushi knows; he will.

Atsushi is trembling, his body still spasming from the overwhelming climax, but something sharp and stubborn grows in his chest, slicing through the post-orgasm haze. Akutagawa’s words—“You can take it” ring in his ears, a challenge more than reassurance. And Atsushi has never backed down from a challenge, to Akutagawa at least. His body is still wrecked, still trembling, but the fire in him flares hotter than his exhaustion. His hands, weak but determined, push against Akutagawa’s chest. Akutagawa barely registers it as resistance, more focused on his own pace, until:

Atsushi surges up.

Their mouths crash together in a feverish, reckless kiss, all teeth and tongue, cutting off whatever smug remark Akutagawa had been about to spew out. Akutagawa stiffens, completely caught off guard—but Atsushi doesn’t give him time to regain control. His hands tangle into Akutagawa’s messy hair. Akutagawa chokes on his own breath, eyes widening for half a second before narrowing dangerously. But Atsushi sees it—he sees that flicker of surprise, the way Akutagawa wasn’t expecting this, and it sends a sick thrill through him.

“You think you’re in control?” Atsushi pants against his lips, his voice wrecked but filled with something wild, something taunting. “I can keep going too, you know.” Then, before Akutagawa can recover, Atsushi moves. His hands slam down on Akutagawa’s shoulders for leverage as he rides him, snapping his hips down harder, faster, making Akutagawa groan—a deep, guttural sound that Atsushi feels vibrate between them. The way he twitches inside him tells Atsushi everything he needs to know.

“You—” Akutagawa tries to speak, but Atsushi doesn’t let him. He tightens his walls around him deliberately while rolling his hips in a way that makes Akutagawa let out an embarrassing whimper, visibly sweating—another victory. “What’s wrong?” Atsushi breathes against his ear, deliberately mocking the way Akutagawa had spoken to him earlier. “You can take it.” Akutagawa’s grip on his waist tightens—not to stop him, but in pure frustration, stubbornness, because Atsushi has managed to surprise him. Atsushi drinks in the way Akutagawa’s composure finally cracks—the slight twitch in his brows, the shaky inhale, the way his nails dig into Atsushi’s skin as if grounding himself.

Atsushi grins, victorious, riding the high of catching Akutagawa off guard—until, with a growl, Akutagawa snaps. The next second, Atsushi is slammed onto his back, Akutagawa’s weight pinning him down, his expression dark, hungry, eyes burning with something feral.

“Weretiger.” Akutagawa snarls, his voice ragged, unsteady—his own desperation bleeding through despite his frustration. “Fine. You want this?”

Atsushi barely has time to breathe before Akutagawa pounds into him again, reclaiming every inch of control that Atsushi dared to take. 

Atsushi refuses to back down.

Even as Akutagawa slams into him with revenge, even as the overwhelming pleasure leaves his limbs weak and trembling, Atsushi still fights. His fingers claw at Akutagawa’s back, anchoring himself as he moves—meeting every sharp thrust, grinding up against him with just as much force, just as much desperation. It’s intoxicating. A brutal rhythm, bodies colliding, neither of the relenting. It’s not just sex; it’s a struggle, a frantic, primal challenge where neither of them will be the first to break.

“Still fighting?” Akutagawa rasps against Atsushi’s throat, his breath hot, uneven. His voice is sharp, mocking, but there’s something frayed at the edges—something desperate.“Y-you’re—hngh—tch, y-you’re one—” Atsushi tries to bite back, but his words dissolve into a choked moan when Akutagawa angles his hips just right again. His head slams back against the pillow, his body arching into him, nails digging deep into Akutagawa’s shoulders.

But even then, Atsushi doesn’t stop. He rolls his hips, grinds down against Akutagawa, receiving a sharp, broken gasp from the man above him. Akutagawa trembles—it’s barely noticeable, but Atsushi feels it. The grip on his thighs tightens, the movements grow sloppier, the tension in Akutagawa’s body tighter.

Atsushi grins, though his expression is wrecked and hazy. “Y-you’re getting close, aren’t you?” Akutagawa growls, his movements turning more erratic and ruthless. “Shut up.” But Atsushi doesn’t. Because he’s getting close, too. It’s a race now, a feverish, desperate struggle to see who will fall apart first. Their bodies move against each other in flawless synchronization—faster, harder, until the pressure building inside them reaches its peak. Atsushi’s vision blurs, his whole body tensing, muscles locking up as the coil in his stomach snaps—and at the exact same moment, Akutagawa’s hips stutter, his breath catching as he loses himself too, ending with a violent moan.

Atsushi shakes, his back arching, his entire body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure wrecks upon him. He clings to Akutagawa, feeling him shudder against him—his grip bruising, his breath uneven, his own body spasming as he comes undone. For a moment, neither of them move. They’re both frozen, muscles locked, still shivering in the aftermath, their heavy breaths mingling in the space between them.

Then finally, Atsushi’s body gives out, collapsing completely beneath Akutagawa, utterly spent. Akutagawa follows, his weight pressing down against Atsushi, he has no energy to care, too exhausted to hold himself up, his ragged breath warming Atsushi’s skin.

Atsushi smirks, his voice hoarse, weak, but still teasing. “I think that was a… tie.”

Akutagawa  huffs   against  his  collarbone ,  somewhere  between  amusement  and  pure  exasperation . “You’re too much, weretiger.”

Shortly after, they hear the door creek, footsteps approaching the closed closet.

Both Atsushi and Akutagawa’s heart races in a silent but mutual panic, Akutagawa trying to hurriedly get off Atsushi, only resulting to him falling on his back to the wall, making an obnoxiously loud thud— Atsushi’s breath stops right there, they can’t afford being caught.

“Atsushi?” The young girl’s voice calls, “We’re going to eat. Are you in there?”

The two men know that voice.

It’s Kyōka.

Atsushi & Akutagawa slowly turn their heads to each other in a comedic fashion. They’re freaking out. They absolutely destroyed each other’s clothes, how will they explain that to Kyōka? Or everyone for that matter. 

Akutagawa pulls out, standing up before quickly falling down on the surface. His legs practically paralyzed. Atsushi shushes him aggressively when Akutagawa makes a thud, the latter glares at him, brows furrowed.

“Atsushi? Are you in there?” Kyōka asks, she stands in front of Atsushi’s closet. Atsushi can’t be silent forever, so with a sigh, he responds: “Y-yeah… just resting!..” He lies, even to his own ears his voice is shaky and unconvincing. Akutagawa turns to glare at him, his mouth parts slightly, jaw tense, but no sound comes out— just a sharp, narrow stare full of unspoken judgment.