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«Uh… Kurusu?» Akechi shifts from one foot to the other, but keeps a straight face.
«Yes?»
Gray eyes stared at Akechi as if they wanted to drill a hole in him. Goro has always tried to ignore the sidelong looks Joker gives him. The only help from burning under his gaze is his glasses. The request remains on the tip of the tongue as Akechi opens his mouth to respond, he wanted to sink into the ground.
«Ah, forget it. It's getting late. I won't detain you.» He said with a pleasant smile.
Akira glares at the detective but after a moment he silently nodded, turning to shift the table. The Phantom Thieves meeting has just ended and teenagers hurried home, the subway will stop running very soon. He wonders if they always linger for a long time. Тhis is the first time for Goro - gathering like this with a group of teenagers, but it is not surprising. Usually he is surrounded by adults who see in the new generation only a thing that they can use for their needs. For example, Shido—
Akechi sighs blocking out bad thoughts. He can always release anger at home when no one sees, but not here, not on the street. After all he is a polite and kind detective prince, the mask to which he is already accustomed. And it's not that bad.
Mementos was hot today. Heat wave was reported in the morning which is not a surprise in July. But that wasn't what hit Akechi's head. The image of Joker without his pompous cape in the safe room is firmly imprinted in his mind. Goro thought it was just unusual. It's just unusual to see a leader without a cape which is clearly entrenched in the image.
But when he steps into a small apartment Akechi decides to be honest with himself for once - this is not the reason. There wouldn't be a stare at Joker's lips, which were wrapped around the neck of a water bottle. There would be no warmth on his cheeks when Joker did notice the look on him. Dark eyes, forever studying, sparkling at the sight of Goro, stared at him. Who wouldn't get lost? It's not his fault that he fell under the Shadow's attack so easily.
Goro falls into bed sighing heavily. His body is quite sluggish after visiting the metaverse even with Akechi's two-year training. The eyelids close on their own and the white ceiling soon dissolves into darkness. And then he feels someone's eyes on him. The same studying look of gray eyes. Joker takes off his mask and grins so annoyingly, wiping sweat from his forehead like he just fought... Akechi widens his eyes, realizing that Joker is not there. There is no one - only his own shameful fantasies.
That's right. No one is around.
Akechi closes his eyes again turning on his side. It wasn't the first time he'd fallen asleep to the thought of Akira but not in that vein. Not after a hot day in Mementos that had made Goro's eyes see too much. An image pops up in front of them that the teenager will not forget for a long time. Akira's naked body in the bathhouse.
Goro already figured that Joker did sports since he saw him go to the gym in Shibuya ... But he never thought about his physique. Akechi wouldn't say that Akira is a bodybuilder but he clearly has a strong body. Goro wonders how much time he spends on training. Akechi mainly works only with his legs by cycling and bouldering. What would Joker say about Goro's physique?
Thoughts of Joker's body cross the line. Goro does not even want to understand that he thinks about the size of someone else's penis. Akira simply cannot surpass Akechi even in this. The interest in the rivalry almost provokes Goro to send a message to Akira. And what would it look like? "Good evening Kurusu. How big is your penis?" Akechi can perfectly imagine it without asking. How it will slide in his hands and startle in funny way. Akira looks like an impatient but calm person. Surely his cock will leak precum during foreplay, will be eager to go inside Akechi.
He awkwardly touches his crotch through his pajama pants squinting his eyes. Trying not to see his own actions. The thought of having sex with Joker will keep him awake. A lot of guesses about Akira's behavior in bed fills detective's head. Outwardly, Kurusu seems unremarkable, indifferent and cold, but Joker is a different story. Like a completely different person he is passionate about his work, moves gracefully, dazzles with confidence and his smug smile. Both sides of Akira Kurusu are good in their own way but do they differ in sex?
Akechi sighs heavily pressing lightly with the pads of his fingers on the growing bump in his pants. If Joker were to do this his every move would be polished and professional. Even when Akira does something for the first time, he is surprisingly good... And it's annoying to the point of impossibility. Frowning, Goro gently runs a hand down his torso from groin to chest, lifting his shirt with his fingertips as he goes. As gentle and gentlemanly as Kurusu would have done.
He doesn't want to think about what he's imagining as his rival runs his fingers lovingly over Akechi's body. Goro had become so accustomed to Akira's voice during the long time they spent in Mementos. To his commands and caring questions after the fight: “Are you okay?”, “Follow my instructions”, “You look tired. Here, I saved some coffee for you”. Joker's leadership qualities make Akechi imagine his rival pinning him to his bed smiling smugly. Running his hand over Akechi's chest accidentally touching his erect nipples. Then lower and lower until his hands rest on the waistband of Goro's pajama bottoms. Joker impatiently removes Akechi's pants along with underwear in order to experimentally touch the head of the half-raised dick with his fingertips.
A soft moan of his own awakens Akechi from his fleeting dream, causing him to remember the image of Joker more clearly. He hesitantly reaches over to his bedside table to open a drawer and pull out a pair of spare gloves. They aren't as red as his rival's, but it doesn't matter.
Pulling his gloves on Goro wraps his fingers around the base of his cock and closes his eyes. He imagines Joker teasing him by running his fingertip down his entire length, or drawing small circles on the head of the penis. And Akechi would be ashamed to beg for more and he would endure as much as necessary.
The other hand of "Joker" strokes detective's thigh, smoothly descending lower. Akechi puts a pillow under his pelvis and the arm freely reaches its target. The tip of the finger wrapped in the material of the glove presses lightly on Goro's entrance. Then the fingers on the penis firmly envelop the organ, starting to gently stroke it. Not holding back quiet moans, Akechi tries not to think about what Akira's face would look like. Otherwise, he would want to punch him. Or kiss him.
"How would Joker's lips feel on mine?" He mumbles under his breath.
"Joker" inserts his finger inside Akechi without warning and out of surprise he finally opens his eyes. Looks like he got too carried away... He did not notice his own actions, is he worthy of the title of detective? That's something Akira would say following the rules of their little game called rivalry.
Naturally, there is nothing pleasant in actions without lubrication. Goro reaches for the same nightstand, imagining that Akira really cares about him. That Joker would carefully coat Akechi's entrance with lube before entering him. That Kurusu would be gentle despite Goro begging him not to hold back.
The lubricant has made the material of the gloves slippery and Goro slips his finger in freely still gently stroking his dick. This is the first time he has a purpose while masturbating. He has a reason. A reason, which is the image of Akira with red cheeks and no glasses. This thief drives Akechi crazy.
Akira would smirk and look at Akechi's face. Joker would whisper something dirty in his ear. Goro turns his head to the side with a half-groan, imagining warm breath above his ear. His dick flinches in interest at the actions of the imaginary Joker, and Akechi adds a second finger sighing languidly.
How big is Joker's cock?
Akechi looks at his own cock, having difficulty in understanding his desires. What is Akechi hoping for? That Akira's cock will be smaller, or that Akira's cock will be bigger than Goro's? Akechi frees his hand from stroking his cock and reaches for the phone. Being completely indifferent to the fact that his fingers are sticky, Goro starts typing a message to Akira. His curiosity knows no bounds.
"Good evening Kurusu. How big is your penis?"
Akechi closes his eyes as his fingertips touch the warm walls of his entrance. They move a lot more freely now, should he try adding a third one? When Goro lifts his eyelids he sees three dots under the contact's name. Akira is typing something.
"Is that what you wanted to ask me?"
Of course not. Akechi wanted to talk about bigger issues that they were never meant to talk about. Goro is mired in his plan for revenge, and there is no turning back.
"That's right. I figured it would be embarrassing for you to have such a conversation one on one with me. So, will you answer my question?"
Akechi feels ashamed. He looks at the profile picture of Akira and moans because of the fingers in his asshole. Kurusu doesn't answer for a couple of minutes. Is he thinking of lying? Goro's heart skips a beat when something he didn't expect appears under Akira's name.
"Uploading a photo..." is written there.
The photo turned out to be what he thought. A photo of a erect penis in the twilight of an attic. Only thanks to the moonlight can Akechi make out the outlines of a cock, but the cold lighting blends perfectly with the reddened organ. Is Kurusu good even in photography? Even his cock does not cause disgust. Looks big...
"...So what size is it?"
"Oh. Wait a minute."
Akechi chuckles. He forgot to measure it. So he was in a hurry to send Goro a dick pic? How cute.
"About 5.5 inches. And yours?"
Akechi puts down the phone, adding a third finger. The average Japanese teenager simply cannot have a cock with that size. What did they feed him in his hometown? The third finger inside brings discomfort but despite this Akechi pushes his fingers deeper. The moan doesn't stay on his lips.
Akechi covers his mouth with his gloved hand, remembering Joker's voice. "We don't want to wake the neighbors, do we?" sounds so sickly sweet, but so in the spirit of the Phantom Thief. He would definitely say so.
The phone vibrates.
"...Akechi?"
Right. He was also asked about it. Akechi has no idea, and doesn't want to, how big his penis is. Clearly less than Joker's. Following Akira's method, Goro opens the camera and somehow takes a picture of his dick which is leaking its own lube. The way it gleams in the moonlight is embarrassing but Akechi sends the photo anyway, speeding up his fingers. Akira doesn't answer. He looks at the photo and remains silent.
Maybe he's masturbating while looking at Akechi's cock. The picture in Akechi's head is very attractive... Why not go to the LeBlanc right now and make all Joker's dirty dreams come true? Goro wouldn't let Akira go until it was time to get ready for another meaningless interview.
Akechi's fingers cling to the sheets as he imagines sex with Akira. Would he have been more reserved or would he have hammered Goro into bed? Akechi slightly changes the angle and almost foldes in half. The pads of the gloves go over the sensitive point and Goro can no longer stop.
That's what Joker would do.
Kurusu's smirk appears in the mind and Akechi rolls his eyes in pleasure from his orgasm. The viscous liquid on Goro's stomach gives off warmth.
"I'm sorry, Kurusu. It was interesting to know who is superior to whom." He texts Akira after some time.
"Yes, I understand."
And each of them knows that Kurusu truly understands. Perhaps even physically. They are both smart enough to never talk about it again.