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Akira Kurusu was far too kind for something like Goro Akechi.
After 3 years of dating, they hadn't touched each other even once. Not in the way that Akechi was used to, at least.
They had kissed lots, that was for sure, but they never made it past that.
Akechi was sure that Akira was stupid. That was the only way that someone wouldn't want to use something like Akechi for all it was worth.
When he looked in the mirror, he knew that the body he lived in should have been good looking. It should have been good looking, but it wasn't. Because of what he'd done to it.
Naked, the body was curvy. The breasts weren't too big and also weren't too small, and the light brown nipples were in the perfect spot. They were symmetrical too. The waist was thin and the hips weren't wide, but wide enough to make the body shapely when undressed.
Shido used to personally shave the body. He would force all the clothes off of the body that Akechi occupied, and he'd trim all the excess hair with scissors. Then he'd ever so gently place fragrant shaving cream on the pubic mound and use a disposable razor to shave it until bald.
Now that Shido was gone, Akechi had stopped shaving the vagina. It used to be so attractive. Everyone loved to touch the body's shaved pussy. That's what they said. Now it wasn't so attractive, Akechi thought. Course, curly, dark brown pubic hair surrounded the entrance. He couldn't even see the spread of the body's vagina on most days, unless he was using the toilet. The clitoris was buried in the hair too.
Shido would be disgusted.
The body was littered with scars. Akechi was no stranger to dragging a knife across his skin. The thighs had it the worst. Often he'd slash them carelessly, because he knew that no one would really care. Shido did care. Shido beat him for destroying a body so profitable.
The thighs weren't the only place that had faced Akechi's wrath. The wrists, the abdomen, the breasts, the biceps.
He'd only ruined the body more and more after Shido was gone. Once Shido was arrested, Akechi was institutionalized and lost his job. He moved in with Akira. Akira worked hard to put a roof over their head, Akechi wasted all his time cutting himself.
He did not like the body he was in.
The body he was in was used to being used. Being fucked. Being bent over and raped. The body knew its routine. It understood its purpose.
So for three long years, while Akira refused to use it, the body became the way it was.
Masturbation was hard for Akechi. He would stand in front of a mirror and fondle the breasts. He would bite his lip and stare into his own blank-eyed reflection.
Pinching the nipple, he'd ask the stranger in front of him, "Do you like that, whore?"
The wanna-be-boy freak never responded.
Using the vagina was equally as fruitless. He would spit on the body's hand like he always used to, and rub the hand against the vagina. Occasionally, the clitoris would stiffen and pop out of its hood. More often, though, it didn't.
Turned on or not, Akechi would violently rub the clitoris until an orgasm. No matter how long it took.
Orgasming was hard for Akechi.
Whenever he'd get close, he'd start to think of Shido. He didn't want to. Though, sometimes he did want to.
When you'd been having "sex" your whole life and you suddenly don't for three years, you miss it.
He'd orgasm to the thoughts of Shido. And then he wouldn't be able to catch his breath. He'd moan through his orgasm, but wouldn't be able to suck back in any air. Akira called it a panic attack. Apparently that's what happened when he'd purposely trigger himself with memories of his father.
Akechi was really a worthless thing. All he did was force himself to masturbate and cut himself.
Growing up, when Akechi lived with Shido, he was forced to keep the body naked. Shido took great pleasure in instructing the teen to rub the vagina against furniture, or to masturbate with common household items. Akechi never was warned as to when he would be instructed to violate the body.
Shido's favorite was the spatula. He'd force Akechi to sit on the kitchen table and ram the handle end of the spatula in and out of the vagina until climax.
Akechi tried it often. It made him remember his father. A part of him missed the constant sexual torture.
So he tortured himself.
———
Akira wasn't a fan of it.
Akira hated coming home to see a naked Akechi on the floor, sprawled out, with one hand on his breast and another shoving a soup ladle into his vagina.
Akira was used to seeing things like this. Although Akechi used to have an amazing public image, after Akechi's institutionalization, it was like he stopped caring.
Although Akira could tell that his boyfriend was trying to be sexy, watching Akechi masturbate never turned him on. Most people would kill to have their partner touching themself all the time, but watching Akechi do it was far from sexy.
His eyes were dull when he touched himself. He was basically fully dissociated whenever he touched himself. Akechi never seemed turned on, his pubes were always free of slick and his nipples often stayed soft.
Also, it was damn near constant. It was like Akechi didn't know what to do besides touch himself. When they would watch movies together, Akechi needed to masturbate. When they would eat dinner, Akechi needed to masturbate. Riding in the car? Masturbating. Playing chess together? Masturbating.
The only time that Akechi really stopped seemed to be when they were actually in public, because at least Akechi could tell that that wasn't appropriate.
It wasn't like Akechi was getting off. That would have been insanely sexy to Akira. It seemed like Akechi didn't even care much about what he was doing. He didn't moan, he didn't react at all. And he certainly never climaxed with just rubbing his clit.
Akira couldn't help but feel somewhat guilty. The first couple of times that he had come home to Akechi violently fucking himself against the arm of a chair, he was so turned on.
When he had entered their shared apartment, Akechi had been completely naked, humping one of their kitchen chairs like there was no tomorrow. Akira didn't notice it back then, but the armrest hadn't even gotten wet from it.
When he'd seen Akechi, he was so turned on that he quickly stuck his hand into his own pants, not bothering to fully take them off. As he rubbed his own clit, he was so wet.
He was so wet watching Akechi hurt himself.
He moaned as he played with himself for a while. But when he noticed that Akechi was silent, he went to go and touch him.
He walked up behind Akechi, cupping his two breasts in his two hands. He fondled them, playing with his nipples, but Akechi didn't react. He kept humping the chair arm, but he didn't react to being touched.
Unnerved, Akira frowned. "Goro?" he asked, to which he got no response.
He sat down on the chair, instantly turned off. It took a while for Akechi to wear himself out, but once he did, he sat down like everything was normal in a different chair.
"Welcome home, Akira," Goro smiled, "How was work?"
Akira frowned, "What were you doing?"
Akechi shook his head, "The body was doing it."
———
Of course Akira wanted to have sex with his boyfriend, but what he didn't want was to have sex with his boyfriend's body. Akechi's masturbation habits were like compulsions. Compulsory masturbation. Akira wanted Akechi to legitimately feel good.
He asked him one day. It was on one of Akechi's better days. He had a shirt on. He didn't have on any pants, but he did have underwear on. He wasn't full blown masturbating either, just playing with one of his boobs.
"Goro," he started, "Would you ever like to have sex with me?"
Akechi nodded almost immediately, and started to pull his shirt over his head. When his boyfriends tits dropped out, Akira immediately felt bad.
"Goro… Can we talk about it a little bit, first?"
It was no longer awkward for them to see each other naked. Goro was naked all the time. But it seemed inappropriate now.
"I want to have sex with you," said Akira, "but I want us both to have fun. I don't want to use you."
Akechi chuckled to himself, "this body was made to be used."
Even though Akira didn't know the full extent of everything, he knew that Shido had abused him growing up. He understood that Akechi was traumatized, but some days it was still hard to deal with.
Akechi was already trying to make himself look more attractive. He pressed his breasts together with his arms to give himself some cleavage.
"I want to be different than your father."
Akechi shook his head, "You won't be able to be the first anything. Shido and his friends already did everything to me."
Akira didn't have anything to say to that. He hated that sex had been so thoroughly ruined for his love. He stood up and motioned for Akechi to follow him. Akechi followed.
He took them both to their bedroom, and turned off the light.
Akechi frowned, "You don't want to see my scars?" he assumed.
Shaking his head, Akira pulled his shirt over his head. "I don't want you to focus on looking sexy for me. I want you to enjoy it."
Akira then removed his tan colored binder. His breasts weren't as conventionally attractive as Akechi's were. They were a lot bigger, and thanks to improper binder when he was a teen, they sagged a lot. For someone so pale, his nipples were a lot darker in color, and they were also a lot larger.
Akira was on testosterone, Akechi wasn't. So, Akira was a lot hairier on his breasts as well. He wasn't at a point of totally loving his chest, but he didn't hate it.
"I thought we'd be equally naked," Akira smiled.
Akechi smiled too. It was unusual for him to have not taken off his pants and started touching himself already. Akira was happy. He took it as a sign that Akechi was having a good day.
Next, Akira removed his pants and boxers. His dark pubes were haphazardly trimmed. It wasn't like anyone ever saw his pussy, so he didn't care to keep it very neat. He only cut it down a little bit so that it didn't look like he had a huge mound in his pants when he wore tight ones.
His t-dick stood proudly, poking out from between his lips.
Akechi followed suit to reveal his hairy neither region. Even in the darkness, surprisingly, Akira could see a bit of wetness on Akechi's pubes.
When Akechi went to stick a hand between his legs, Akira gently stopped him.
"Let me make you feel good, ok? Sit on the bed and spread your legs."
Akechi listened without hesitation. Just like Akira thought, even though it wasn't much, Akechi was wet. When he spread his legs, sticky wetness shined between his folds.
"May I?" Akira asked as he lowered his face between his boyfriend's thighs.
Akechi frowned, "Use the body."
Akira, knowing that this wasn't an argument he could win, asked a different question.
"Would Goro enjoy it if I sucked the body's dick?" Akira hated wording it like that, but he knew he wouldn't be able to convince Akechi that his body was his. At least not right now.
Akechi nodded, "Clit. Yes. I would enjoy it if you sucked the body's clit."
Akira nodded and wasted no time. He first used his tongue and licked a line from right above Goro's asshole all the way up to his clit. When he reaches his clit, he used his tongue to trace a circle around it.
Above him, Akechi was writhing and moaning. He knew that a warm mouth must have felt so much better than rough fingers.
Be sucked and played with Akechi's little clit, while he covertly touched himself. He didn't want Goro to feel pressured to get him off as well.
Akechi bucked his hips up and down, rubbing his now very wet hole against Akira's chin and nose.
"Fuck!" he cried, "Oh fuck! Da-Akira! Fuck!"
Akira did his best not to mind what he heard. What mattered was that he was making Akechi feel good. At least he hoped so.
He took a quick break from sucking on his clit to stick his tongue inside Akechi's entrance. Almost immediately, Akechi let out a strained cry. It wasn't very intense, but Akechi had clearly climaxed. He got wetness all over Akira's face.
Akira licked his lips. He didn't mind the flavor of pussy, he licked his own fingers after getting off pretty often. Akechi didn't taste fantastic, but Akira couldn't care less.
It only took Akechi a few seconds to recover from his orgasm. Once he did, he smiled, "Now your turn, right?"
Akira shook his head, "You don't have to."
"Shido and I used to 69."
Akira frowned, "You don't have to do that for me."
"I want you to cum too."
Akira thought, "I have an idea. Something you couldn't have done with Shido. Scooch up some more, and then lie down."
Akechi did as he was told, lying sprawled in the center of the bed.
Akira rose up, and swiftly stuck one leg under one of Akechi's, so that their pussys touched.
Goro was warm and wet, and Akira was absolutely dripping.
"Is this alright?" Akira asked, "Can I rub my dick against this body's pussy?"
Akechi nodded, "Yes please"
And Akira got to work.
He gyrated back and forth, his dick sword fighting Akechi's clit.
Above them, Akira's sweaty tits bounced back and forth and slapped loudly against his skin. Akechi was moaning again, mouth open.
"Would you like to suck on my tit, Goro?"
Akechi nodded and quickly put the big, dark nipple into his mouth. Akira never admitted this to his boyfriend, for fear that Akechi would feel pressured, but there was nothing that he loved more than having his tits sucked on.
He was moaning now too, fucking himself against Akechi at and even faster pace.
"Goro, I think I'm going to cum," Akira said, thrusts against his boyfriend's wet pussy becoming erratic.
Akechi, with a mouth full of tit still, gave him a thumbs up. Suddenly, he too began to put in the work to rub himself against Akira's pussy.
They came again in unison. Akira fell back as he orgasmed, collapsing into the bed. Akechi was a bit upset that the breast had been ripped out of his mouth.
He crawled over to where Akira was lying and collapsed on top of him.
"Thank you for treating the body well," he smiled, pressing his breasts against his boyfriends.
"I love you, Goro."
"I love you too."