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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Persona_5, Persona_Series
  Relationship:
      Akechi_Goro/Kurusu_Akira_(Persona_5_Protagonist)
  Character:
      Kurusu_Akira_(Persona_5_Protagonist)
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Canon_Divergence, Established_Relationship, Bottom
      Goro, Top_Akira, Bottoming_from_the_Top, Glad-to-be-Alive_Sex, Tender
      Sex, Anal_Sex, Rough_Kissing, Tender_Kissing, Hand_Jobs, Comfort_Sex,
      Tenderness, Post-Coital_Oversensitivity, Post-Coital_Cuddling, Multiple
      Orgasms, Clothed_Sex, Akira_is_a_Very_Understanding_Boyfriend, Goro_is
      One_Lucky_Guy, Hurt/Comfort, fluff_at_the_end, Smut, Fluff_and_Smut, smut
      with_feelings, possible_ooc, first_smut
  Series:
      Part 6 of Welcome_to_the_Masquerade
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-12-26 Words: 2867
****** One Of Those Nights (A Different Kind of Comfort) ******
by Delphine_Le_Dauphin
Summary
     Some nights, when a case hits too close to home, Goro would drag
     himself to Cafe Leblanc and seek comfort within his boyfriend’s
     embrace.
     That night, however, he sought a different kind of comfort, which
     only Akira could provide him with.
Notes
     Inspired by the last two pictures seen here (WARNING: NSFW): http://
     chuuni.tumblr.com/post/154209748488
     Cross-posted with my main Tumblr account: delphine-le-
     dauphin.tumblr.com
     This is not only the first fic I write after a very long time, but
     also my first attempt at writing smut (yaoi smut, at that).
     Therefore, constructive criticism is welcome :)
     Also, English is not my first language, so if you notice errors, let
     me know so I can correct them and improve my writing :)
     Take a sit, ‘cause this is quite long, and without further ado, have
     a nice reading :)
See the end of the work for more notes
Akira knew this was gonna be ‘one of those nights’ even before he’d picked up
the call from Goro.
It was late one Saturday night, so late Sojiro had already left, throwing Akira
the keys to lock up the cafe and muttering something about the cafe being all
his for the night, Morgana following behind him closely (while they still spent
most of the nights at the closed cafe, they had also picked up the habit of
spending some nights at Futaba’s house, like that Saturday night).
Akira had been busy wiping the bar counter when his cellphone had rung from his
apron pocket, and he wasn’t surprised to read the caller ID.
Goro Akechi. The Second Coming of the Detective Prince. The Charismatic
Detective. His boyfriend of nearly one year.
Last he heard of him, he had been busy working on a particularly tough case.
Akira didn’t know the details, but he had heard enough from some hushed
conversations between Goro and Sae while they were both at Cafe Leblanc getting
their fill of morning (or afternoon) caffeine to know that that case was
testing Goro’s (and Sae’s too, but Goro’s in particular) boundaries within
inches of the point of breaking.
He only knew that the victims (yes, victims) were children and pre-teens
between age 6 and 11 and the culprits a married couple of foster parents and
some social workers. He didn’t need to know the details to know it would be
‘one of those nights’.
Those nights when Goro would forego his own cozy apartment in favor of Akira’s
living quarters on the second floor of the cafe.
Those night when he wanted nothing more than to be held while he cried all the
tears he kept himself from crying when he couldn’t allow himself to show how
affected he was.
Those nights when he could let himself fall asleep knowing he wouldn’t be alone
when bad memories would inevitably resurface from deep within his mind in form
of nightmares.
Those night when he sought comfort in his boyfriend’s arms.
Goro’s short phone call (“I’m on my way”, said in a clipped, concise tone) had
been nothing more than a confirmation of what he already knew. That night was
definitely gonna be ‘one of those nights’.
Or so he thought.
Akira realized something was different that night (it was still ‘one of those
nights’, he could tell, but it was a different night at the same time) the
moment he let Goro into the cafe. He barely had time to lock the door back up
and turn before he found himself slammed against the wooden surface, Goro’s
lips seeking his own in a rough, smothering kiss before he could protest or ask
what was wrong.
That was different. Usually Goro would just over by the bar counter, arms
wrapped around his own body as if he was shivering from the inside, russet eyes
cast down and longish cinnamon hair falling over his forehead and curtaining
his face, posture stiff with tension until Akira hugged him; only then would
Goro let himself melt in his boyfriend’s embrace, shaking within his arms and
snaking his own around Akira, who would then gently guide the both of them up
the stairs that lead to his living quarters, divest them of their clothing and
lay the both of them in bed, letting Goro cuddle against him the way he
preferred, all the while making sure to keep at least one arm firmly anchored
around his boyfriend’s frame, silently reassuring him that yes, everything was
okay, yes, he was there, and yes, he’d always be there, no matter what.
Being slammed against the door and kissed senseless was not part of their
normal ‘one of those nights’ routine, but if there was something Akira was, it
was quick to adapt. So he wrapped his arms around Goro’s slender frame, pulling
his boyfriend closer and deepening the kiss even more, unable to repress a keen
of pleasure himself when Goro murmured his approval against his lips, nipping
at his lower lip and twining their tongues together.
Akira was only vaguely aware that they had started moving -or rather, that Goro
was dragging them- up the stairs to the second floor in-between heated kisses.
They stumbled over the stairs several times and more than once Akira found
himself pinned against the wall and kissed within an inch of his life, Goro’s
kisses growing more and more desperate the closer they got to Akira’s room.
Before he realized it, Akira was roughly shoved on his bed, bracing himself
with his arms over the matress before he could hit his head on the wall, grey
eyes blinking up in disbelief as Goro -lips cherry red and kiss-swollen, hair
in complete disarray, eyes shining with sheer want- made quick work of
unbuttoning his own trademark grey coat, his leather gloves and striped tie
already on the floor by his feet like fallen autumn leaves, dropping it
carelessly on the floor before starting to undo his own trousers. Akira’s eyes
widened. Was Goro really gonna…?
Before he could get up from his own bed, Goro had gotten rid of both trousers
and underwear and had moved to straddle Akira’s hips, naked from the waist down
and wearing only his white shirt, his half-hard erection brushing over Akira’s
clothed abdomen as the teen detective adjusted his position over his
boyfriend’s lap with practiced ease, one arm snaking around Akira’s neck to
both keep him close and steady himself as his other hand went down to Akira’s
pants, easing them down alongside his underwear to let his cock, already hard
and leaking precum courtesy of their heated make-out sessions, sprang free from
its confines.
Akira could only watch Goro move over him, rendered both paralyzed and
speechless by his forwardness and unusual behavior. Just what the hell had
happened out there to make Goro jump him the moment he stepped into the cafe?
Whatever it was, it must have been really serious for Goro to react in such a
way. He couldn’t remember the last time he had been so eager to have sex that
he’d forego getting them both naked with plenty of teasing. He dared to say he
almost looked desperate.
Akira moaned suddenly as Goro closed a hand over the head of his cock,
spreading the precum pooled at the tip over the whole length to act as a
makeshift lubricant, then brought the same hand, fingers still wet with some of
the clear liquid, down between his legs, panting harshly as he made quick work
of preparing himself for the intrusion that was soon to follow.
He’d ask later what was wrong, what had happened to leave his boyfriend in such
a state. That small part of his brain that wasn't fogged by hormones and lust
told him he should, logically, stop Goro before he went any further at the cost
of pinning him to the bed and demand to know what the hell was wrong, but Akira
could read it in Goro’s eyes that he needed it. Not just wanted, needed it.
He’d ask later, he decided, when they’d both be sated and tired and so sticky
he’d be nearly impossible to get separated without taking a shower.
It wasn’t the first time Akira found himself in such a position, with his hips
pinned to the bed by the weight of Goro’s body straddling his lap. Truth to be
told, Goro had a weakness for this particular position, loved the heady feeling
of being in control while still being the one ‘bottoming’, basked in the way
Akira’s eyes would darken and roam all over his body as he rode him slowly,
enjoying every single minute of their coupling. That night, however, the way
Goro’s eyes burned with need told Akira this would be anything but slow and
sensual.
Bracing one arm firmly on the matress to keep his upper body upright, Akira
brought his other hand up over Goro’s thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze as Goro
raised his hips, the hand that he had been using to prepare himself holding
Akira’s erection in place as he sunk down slowly, a low whimper escaping his
mouth as his lips twisted in a grimace of pain, and Akira couldn’t help but
gasp at the sheer tightness. It was a tighter fit than usual, what with the
lack of a proper lubricant and the quick, hurried way Goro had prepared
himself, and for a moment Akira wondered whether he should stop him before he
accidently hurt himself…
…then Goro slammed his hips all the way down, crying out in both pain and
pleasure as he was filled completely. He wrapped his now free arm around
Akira’s neck, now hugging him with both arms to get a steadier grip as he
started moving. Like Akira predicted, it was nowhere slow or sensual; it was
hard, fast and messy, Goro’s hips setting a punishing pace as they slammed up
and down, rocking back and forth and rolling from side to side, low keens of
pleasure leaving the cinnamon-haired teen’s lips as he fucked himself on his
boyfriend’s cock, his moans getting higher when Akira started nibbling at his
neck the way Goro liked it, soft nips on the delicate flesh that were
guaranteed to be felt even without leaving a mark to be seen. Soon, Goro’s body
started shuddering and trembling and quaking, his low vocalizations of pleasure
growing higher and higher the closer he got to completion.
It took a while, what with the way Goro’s body kept bouncing in quick, jerky
motions, but Akira managed to bring the hand with which he’d been gripping
Goro’s thigh between their bodies to fist his boyfriend’s cock, wrapping his
fingers around the base in a tight grip before dragging them up over the shaft,
teasing the sensitive glans with his thumb before swiping it over the leaking
tip and giving its head a hard squeeze. That motion never failed to make Goro
cry out in pleasure and push his hips forward into the touch, and that night,
it proved to be his undoing, the straw that tipped his scales and made him come
all over Akira’s hand and abdomen as his low moan crescendoed in a loud cry
which he muffled in Akira’s hair, lips and nose pressed into messy black curls
as his hips slowed to a stop.
Akira moaned in pleasure as he felt his boyfriend’s cum spilling into his hand
and over his clothed abdomen and his inner muscles clenching, squeezing him
within an inch from his own orgasm. Still, he didn’t come just yet. While
usually the sight and feeling of Goro lost in an orgasm would be enough to
trigger his own climax, this time he refused to budge, remaining buried deep
inside Goro’s now completely relaxed body as he sagged against him, his thighs
quivering and giving out from underneath him as he allowed himself to sat fully
onto Akira’s lap, arms still wrapped loosely around the black-haired boy’s neck
as he rested his forehead against Akira’s shoulder.
Wiping his cum-soaked hand on his shirt (it was due to a wash anyway, cum or
not cum), Akira wrapped his free arm (the one that he wasn’t using to brace
himself onto the mattress) around Goro’s back, gently running his hand over his
still-clothed back in long, soothing motions as Goro murmured against his
shoulder, enjoying a few blessed minutes of post-coital relaxion.
“Akira…” whispered Goro, the first words he spoke since he got back, raising
his face from his boyfriend’s shoulder to kiss him. Unlike the kisses they had
exchanged earlier that night, this was gentle and slow, almost lazy, the kind
of kiss they always exchanged after sex. He shivered slightly when Akira’s hand
swept over the whole length of his back, from tailbone to nape, running his
fingers through his hair as he caressed the back of his neck, sighing softly
against his lips as he rocked his hips in attempt to get even closer to him,
hissing lowly as his body protested at being stimulated so soon after his
orgasm.
Feeling Akira still hard and throbbing inside him, Goro broke the kiss,
frowning at his boyfriend. “You didn’t…” he started, only to be silenced by a
kiss, this one not quite as passionate as their preliminary make-out session,
but a bit more insistent than their last one, Akira’s teeth nipping at Goro’s
lower lip the same way he did when their roles were reversed. He separated
their lips just long enough to murmur a soft “Hush, you. I’ve got it” before he
was kissing him again, not giving him time to ask questions (he supposed it was
payback for having done the same thing with him earlier) as he straightened a
bit, the hand that had been used to brace him on the bed moving to Goro’s lower
back to keep him close as he gently rolled them over, so that it was now Goro
the one sitting on the bed and Akira the one kneeling on it, the sole
difference from their previous position being that Akira was kneeling between
Goro’s legs instead of astride his hips. He had maneuvered them so carefully
and efficiently that he had managed to not slip out of Goro’s body.
Flashing his boyfriend a dazzling smile in response to his bewildered
expression, Akira proceeded to carefully undo the buttons of Goro’s shirt,
placing soft kisses on his neck, shoulders and collarbone as more of his skin,
flushed with arousal and slick with perspiration, was revealed, until he had
peeled the soaked material away completely. Flinging the garment away, he
straightened back up to remove his own t-shirt (careful not to get any cum on
himself), the movement making his hips shift in a way that had Goro arching his
back with a gasp, his body no longer post-coitally oversensitive and ready for
another round, as testified by his slowly hardening member. Unable to suppress
a smirk at that, Akira made sure to purposely roll his hips while getting rid
of his pants and underwear, and this time Goro’s whole body shuddered with
anticipation, a soft moan leaving his lips as he tilted his hips up in attempt
to get more friction.
Once they were both completely naked (a welcome change after the unpleasant
feelings of clothes uncomfortably sticking to skin), Akira settled himself
better on top of his boyfriend, hands coming up to tangle their fingers with
Goro’s as the detective's legs came up to wrap around Akira’s waist, their
breaths almost mingling together as Akira rested his forehead against Goro’s.
“Before, I let you do what you needed” Akira said softly, his grey eyes looking
straight into russet ones as he started moving, slowly and deeply, the way they
both liked it “Now let me take care of you properly.” And Goro could only nod,
letting himself be swept away by Akira’s gentle love-making (there was no other
term he could use that would fit as perfectly), each slow thrust caressing a
place deep inside him that had nothing to do with his physical pleasure (even
though Akira was still doing a wonderful job at hitting his sweet spot). With
each careful thrust, each caress bestowed upon his skin, each kiss on his lips,
each sweet nothing whispered in his ears, Akira was healing his heart, filling
every single empty space and repairing every crack with his care, his
understanding, his love.
He’d tell him later, from within the safe shelter of his arms, when they’d both
been lying in bed, that earlier that day he had nearly gotten shot, the bullet
flying so close to his head he could almost still hear it hissing in his ear,
although that had been just the cherry on top of the shit cake that was his
latest case. The stress had reached his breaking point that evening and Goro
had felt the need to remind himself that he was still alive, that he was no
longer some helpless orphan lost in the depths of an uncaring system, that he
was no longer alone, that he was still capable of breathing, feeling pain and
pleasure and just feel Akira and his warmth, both physical and emotional.
He had needed comfort and Akira, ever the understanding, dutiful boyfriend, had
been more than happy to give him what he had needed and more.
They both climaxed within seconds from each other, Goro shuddering and coming,
this time untouched, between their stomachs, his legs and inner muscles forming
a tight grip that all but pulled Akira’s orgasm from his body as he came inside
the shuddering body beneath him. Their hands had somehow managed to remain
intertwined the whole time, and neither teen felt the need or want to
disentangle them.
As they both laid there on the bed, catching their breaths and basking in the
afterglow, Akira murmured against Goro’s lips “It’s okay. I’m here, you’re
here, we’re here. And I love you so much.” and Goro couldn’t stop the wide
smile stretching his lips. “I know.” he whispered back “And I love you too.”
End Notes
     Phew! Writing this was tougher than I imagined. Writing smut ain't
     easy business (must be why smut writers are so well paid).
     At least I can now say I’m a pervert through and through. Not only I
     read smut, I write it as well :)
     And you know what? I regret nothing. Muahahahahah *evil laugh*
     Aaaaanyway, lemme know what you think. Feedback is always welcome :)
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