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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Persona_5
  Relationship:
      Akechi_Goro/Kurusu_Akira, Akechi_Goro/Shidou_Masayoshi
  Character:
      Akechi_Goro, Kurusu_Akira, Morgana_(Persona_5)
  Additional Tags:
      Oral_Sex, Implied/Referenced_Incest
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-07-07 Words: 2517
****** baby you dont have to live your life in fear ******
by goroakechi
Summary
     With a shake of his head Akira frowned, unable to take his hands off
     of Goro. “You-- you don't have to do that, Goro.” Goro blinked
     innocently, head tilting to the side.
     “What if I want to? Kurusu, I promise it will feel good. If it’s the
     fact that I’m a guy troubling you, you can just close your eyes...”
     he said, licking his lips nervously.
Sojiro Sakura’s coffee was a perfect blend, the man truly had a calling in
coffee. Although Goro still preferred to mix in milk and sugar, he had to
compliment the man’s coffee each time he had it. He cradled the cup in both
hands, having taken his gloves off to warm his hands with the ceramic mug. The
detective had been so engrossed in his drink he barely noticed the front door
open, the bell chiming as the door shut behind the newcomer.
“Akechi?”
He looked up from his brew, putting on his best smile as he focused on Akira,
lifting a hand to wave. Morgana popped his head out from his bag, putting a paw
on Akira’s shoulder. “Akechi, what are you doing here?” the cat asked as Akira
walked over to the teen.
Goro lowered his gaze back to his coffee and hummed. “Ah, I figured I would
grab a cup of coffee before I headed back home. The November air is quite
chilly today, Sakura-san’s brew just seemed like an appropriate beverage.” He
didn’t see the way Akira and Morgana exchanged looks of skepticism, too focused
on keeping himself calm.
Morgana hopped out of Akira’s bag and to the floor, shaking his pelt out.
“Let’s all go upstairs.” he said as he was already making his way up the
stairs. Goro cast a glance towards Akira, who shrugged coolly and followed
Morgana. The chestnut-haired boy scrambled for his things, and in his hurry
grabbed the mug to follow them.
“I’ll pay later!” Goro said apologetically as he held the mug dangerously in
one hand, his case in the other.
Akira was already sitting on the couch in the attic, Morgana running his paw
over his head on the window sill. The teen detective set his case down to sit
at one of the chairs surrounding the table, carefully setting the mug of coffee
down. Akira crossed his leg over his knee and looked over at Goro, who seemed
to fidget in his spot.
“I haven’t seen you in awhile, not since I texted you about Mementos.” Akira
said casually while Goro took a nervous sip of his coffee. The taller teen
closes his eyes as he focuses on the bitter taste, not wanting to recall that
night.
“My apologies,” Goro mumbled, “it seems I have been too busy with work and
school. I haven’t exactly had the free time to do… much of anything, really.”
he said as he lifted his eyes to look at Akira, looking truly apologetic. Even
if it was my idea to infiltrate Sae-san’s palace, and in the end I’m only doing
this to take advantage of you--
Akira crossed his arms as he listened to him speak, tilting his chin downwards
in thought. Then he shrugged and smiled. “I’m not really mad. I know you’re a
busy person,” he said softly, “I just worry, as a team member and a friend I
worry about the safety and wellbeing of everyone, that includes you.”
He felt his cheeks warm up at the affectionate words, and shook his head. “You
needn’t worry about me, Kurusu. Really, I’m quite used to this life.” Goro
said, folding his hands in his lap.
This made Akira frown, the curly haired teen shook his head and looked at him
with intense, dark eyes. “That doesn’t mean you should be used to it.” Goro
looked down at the table and fidgeted once again, feeling deeply uncomfortable
as Akira looked at him so intensely. “Akechi--” his phone began to vibrate and
Akira groaned, plucking his phone from the table as he answered the call,
putting it on speaker out of habit.
“Alright Futaba, you’re on speakerphone, so behave yourself.”
“Hey Leader!” Futaba hollered from the other end, and Goro winced at how loud
she spoke. “Good, you’re home. I’m gonna come over to grab some of Sojiro’s
curry, want me to bring my laptop over so we can go over some stuff?” Akira
looked over at Goro, who met his gaze with apprehension.
He grabbed his phone and held it to his ear, voice quiet. “Actually I have
someone over right now, can it wait?”
Eavesdropping was bad but Goro couldn't help but listen in on the conversation.
Morgana had even perked up and shook his head.
“--so can you give us some alone time? I’m gonna send Morgana over, is that
okay?” Akira whispered into his phone, almost too loudly. Goro frowned and
tilted his head in curiosity. What exactly did the teen have planned that
night? “Okay, yeah, thanks a bunch.” he ended the call and looked over at
Morgana, who sighed.
“Alright I get it.” he turned around as Akira worked his window open, the cat
flicked his tail as he shot one more glance at Goro before hopping out the
window.
His heart beat too fast, and he couldn't trust his own voice so instead he sat
in silence. The two of them let silence envelope them as Akira locked his
window shut again, the only sound that broke through was the heater in the
corner.
“Kurusu-”
“Akechi.”
Goro looked up at him, Akira had taken a few steps closer towards him. He
looked down at him with concerned, round eyes. “Akechi- no, Goro.” The sound of
his first name made him shiver, his spine tingling uncomfortably. The raven
leaned forward, hand on Goro’s shoulder as he stared into his own eyes. “You've
been way too distant lately, you never missed a meeting or failed to text me
back. What's going on?”
He looked to the side. “I told you, I’ve simply been busy with work. Aside from
that I’ve been dedicating my time to studying for my college entrance exams.”
Goro said carefully, biting his cheek.
A gentle hand was placed on his cheek, tilting his head back to meet Akira’s
cobalt gaze. “Morgana’s not here, and Sojiro won’t hear. You can tell me, you
know?”
But I can’t. There's no way you’d ever react positively to hearing the
absolutely deplorable things I’ve done with my father--
Goro smiles shakily and grabs Akira’s wrist, pulling on his arm so their lips
smash together clumsily. The brunet kisses him with a fervency he hadn't been
aware he possessed but continued anyway, licking Akira’s bottom lip. The raven
moaned and returned the kiss, sliding his arms around Goro’s neck.
When the two had pulled away Goro’s lips were wet and shiny, and he felt
vaguely pleased at the equally dazed look on Akira’s face. “Goro..” the boy
above him breathed, but he smiled once again and leans forward to press another
kiss against the corner of Akira’s lips.
There was a pregnant silence that fell over them, but not one that either of
them could consider awkward.
“Wow.” Akira finally said, his cheeks flushed a deeper red.
As if all the weight of what he had just done crashed down on him, Goro’s eyes
widened and he brought his hands to cover his face in embarrassment. “Kurusu- I
am so sorry, I don't know what came over me…!” Goro said, voice muffled by his
hands. The raven put a hand to Goro’s wrist and attempted to pull his hand
away, but Goro did not relent.
“Hey,” Akira said, licking his lips for a start. “I didn't hate it, you know?”
The brunet before him flinched at his admission, but continued to hide his
face. “Goro please look at me, I want to see your face when I say this.”
The boy shook his head and Akira sighed. He heard Akira lean down onto his
knees, hands placed gently on his thighs as he attempted to be seen as non-
threatening as possible. Goro peeked through his fingers as Akira looked up at
him, his cheeks warm.
“Good, now you're looking at me.” Akira stood up slowly and Goro lowered his
hands completely, hesitantly meeting his eye. “Goro I’m not upset--”
“Kurusu.” he cut him off, tilting his head to the side. “While it was not my
intention to… to kiss you this evening, I have something to propose.” Goro
said, fiddling with the lapel of his blazer. When Akira remained quiet, Goro
swallowed nervously and stood up straight and spared a nervous glance at Akira.
“I am truly thankful for the chance that the thieves have given me to help save
Sae Nijima, and well, with you being the leader I think this is a perfect
opportunity to show just how thankful I am.”
“Not necessary; I think your teamwork is enough… hey, what are you doing?”
Goro had slowly started to undo the buttons of his jacket, his eyes transfixed
on the floor as home shakily worked his jacket off his torso. He put his hands
on Akira’s chest, pushing him forward a bit, coaxing him towards the bed. “Do
you want to do it on the bed, or perhaps standing up? I can accommodate any
position.”
The little pushes seemed to knock him out of his stupor and Akira’s hands
snapped up and onto Goro’s wrists once again. “H-Hey, wait just a moment!”
Akira cried and the brunet looked at him with wide, questioning eyes. “What are
you doing?!” he asked incredulously, and Goro’s face twisted in confusion. This
was perhaps the first time anyone expressed concern over his actions, but he
couldn't discern why. Shido had taught him just how to woo others, but it
didn't seem to be working on his teammate.
“I--” Goro spluttered momentarily, lips flapping uselessly. “I want to show you
how grateful I am for your companionship and your cooperation, what's so wrong
with that? I’ve been told I’m quite skilled at servicing others, if that’s what
you're worried about.”
With a shake of his head Akira frowned, unable to take his hands off of Goro.
“You-- you don't have to do that, Goro.” Goro blinked innocently, head tilting
to the side.
“What if I want to? Kurusu, I promise it will feel good. If it’s the fact that
I’m a guy troubling you, you can just close your eyes...” he said, licking his
lips nervously.
Akira sighed and shook his head. “That’s not the issue! Look Goro, I don't want
you to do that kind of stuff. We’re friends, it’s a mutual relationship we
have, so don't go trying to make it like you owe me anything.” But the brunet
squirmed uncomfortably as Akira continued to speak, his words trailing off into
a quiet, unspoken sentence. After a long pause, Akira let out an exasperated
sigh.
“Fine.”
Goro immediately peeked up at the word, eyes brightening. “You mean it? I
promise I’ll do a good job.” Goro said, almost too excitedly. “So I assume you
want to do it standing then? No problem, I’ll just get down…”
“W-wait! I don't have the stamina for that.. let me just..” He switched their
positions, taking a seat at the chair Goro previously occupied. Goro had
already fallen to his knees, and Akira frowned but Goro didn't see the change
in his facial features. Goro reaches for the boy's belt, dainty fingers undoing
the garment and unzipping his pants.
He moved expertly, shifting the teen’s pants down his waist. Akira brought a
hand to his mouth, breathing heavily. Goro stared at his exposed dick before
reaching to grab it, tugging on the base with a gloved hand. The teen above
moaned into his hand, and Goro looked up at him as he leaned forward to swipe
his tongue across his head. Goro licked his lips and wasted no time in take the
head into his mouth. He sucked and pulled it out, lapping at the tip as he
continued to stroke the base of his cock.
“G-Goro…” Akira stuttered.
“Just relax.” He replied simply and licked up a stripe on his dick, passing the
veiny underside of the shaft to tongue the tip once again. Goro shifted on the
floor, putting one hand on the wooden floor to steady himself as he took his
cock into his mouth once again, this time sucking him in deeper than before.
Teeth grazed him but Akira moaned loudly above him, and Goro couldn't help but
smile.
Taking a moment to steel himself he pushed the rest of his dick into his mouth,
the tip passing the back of his throat. Goro’s throat constricted around the
dick, but Akira moaned loudly. The noise was muffled by his hands, but it still
egged Goro on further. After lingering in the position for a few moments, Goro
pulled away with nothing but a string of saliva briefly connecting his lips.
Goro breathed in deeply as he lowered his head, shrugging his jacket off all
the way.
Akira let one hand gently curl in Goro’s hair, and the teen could feel how
badly he was trembling. “I’m almost afraid to ask where you learned this…”
Akira asked breathily, voice trembling.
The sentence, while fairly innocent, made Goro’s stomach churn. “That's none of
your concern.” the brunet said, voice hoarse. He pressed a kiss to the side of
his dick, and he hand in his hair tightened slightly. “Please, just focus on
this.” Goro said as he began dragging his tongue up to the tip, curling it
around the head. He pushed the tip into his mouth and bobbed his head. 
“God… how can I... not focus?” Akira panted as he leaned forward, his other
hand joining in holding onto his hair. “It feels really good…” he whispered as
Goro looked up at him with his dick still in his mouth. The teen manages a
smile even with the girth spreading his lips open, and leans forward to take it
all back inside in one swallow.
Akira jerked forward and held onto Goro tightly, his cum spilling down Goro’s
throat. The other coughed at the sudden taste but latched onto the cock
obediently. The boy above him gasped as he let out hot streams of cum into his
teammates mouth, flinching as he felt the boy’s throat swallow each drop. He
panted and let his hands loosen their grip on the brunet’s hair, Goro pulling
his mouth off the already softened dick. He let his head fall forward, his
breath coming out in soft pants.
Cum dribbled down his chin, and Goro moved to wipe it on the back of his hand.
“Oh… oh God,” Akira scrambled to get up, pants falling down to his feet as he
reaches for a hidden box of tissues under his bed. “Don't do that.” Akira
whined as he thrusted the box into the teen detectives hands, unable to look
him in the face.
Goro looked at the box and Akira quizzically, but nodded as he wiped his chin
clean. The brunet tilted his head when Akira shifted, pulling his pants back
up, his belt jingling. “Did I do a good job?” Goro asked quietly, the question
makes Akira stutter.
“Yes-- you did. But God-- don't tell anyone about this.”
He leaned forward and shook his head, a sly smile splitting his face. “Of
course… this will be our little secret…”
 
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