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Of course not.

[Despite the teasing banter they have going, that much is sincere, open and honest. Akira wouldn't leave Akechi now, and anyway, "this" is quite a lot on offer.

But then he gets his smirk back.]

But I think you'll have plenty more to offer me, later tonight.

[ And that actually gets Akechi laughing, just as open and free, a lot less composed than he's ever been. ]

Is that all you ever think about?

[ But it's not really reprimanding-- it could never be, when it makes him feel so wanted. So, as means to both encourage and tease him, Akechi moves closer in tandem with the music, one hand sliding down to Akira's hips. ]

But, I suppose I still have a trick or two up my sleeve.

[ And then, much like Akira usually does to him, he goes for the butt squeeze. ]

[Why, sir! A butt squeeze!? In public!? How scandalous!

Akira makes an appropriately scandalized face... or he would, if he were capable of that much visible emotion. Instead he just looks a bit surprised.]

And here I thought you were a classy guy.

[And now his surprise turns back into a smirk, and he encourages the hand with a little wiggle.]

Guess this is one more side of you.

[ Akechi wants to laugh again at that comment, but instead he only return the smirk with an amused grin of his own. It's true, his pleasant facade is all about manners and propriety, but the real him isn't naturally like that. Maybe he's been slipping off, in his time with Akira, showing him a little bit more of himself every time.

With all due encouragement, Akechi keeps his hand just where it is, casual, and idly fondling. ]

As long as it's a side you enjoy, I can make an effort to indulge you.

[ That's all that matters to him, effort or not. ]

Oh, I enjoy this side a lot.

[He grins, in a way that is slightly lecherous but appropriate, given the situation. He definitely wouldn't mind seeing this side of Akechi again and again.

But he knows there's more to him in there - more than maybe even Akechi believes. He just has to pull each side out, over time.]

Indulge away.

In that case, I will.

[ As he says that with a smile to match, he lets his hand slip again, moving from Akira's ass and sliding underneath his shirt, touching the skin of his back. More intimate, and maybe a little less scandalous-- if that's where he intends to keep it. ]

That does make me curious, though. Which other sides exactly are you hoping to see?

[Oh, he likes that a lot - he leans into it a bit, to encourage further touching. He doesn't care if others can see.]

I want to see all sides of you. I am a Phantom Thief, remember?

[He leans in closer, presses a soft kiss to Akechi's neck.]

I want to know all of you.

All of me, huh...?

[ Another chuckle escapes, along with a shake of his head. Even though Akechi has shared a small portion of his less than perfect facade, and as much as he trusts Akira and feels so comfortable with him that it's almost like he could tell him anything... there's a lot about him that he doesn't feel ready to share. At least not yet.

That doesn't mean he can't indulge his boyfriend some more, though. ]

What if I tell you-- [ He leans closer so to whisper in Akira's ear. ] --that I can be rather... possessive?

[ As though to drive his point home, Akechi's hand lowers again, grabbing on to Akira's waist and giving it a squeeze, forceful, but not so hard it would hurt him... much. With some luck, he'd leave a red mark, stake a fading claim on him-- and hope he can one day make it permanent. ]

[Akira can't help it: a pleasured gasp slips out of his lips, quiet enough not to be heard by anyone else but certainly audible to Akechi. He isn't sure why, but feeling that harsh grip on his waist, that promise of possession, ignites something in him.

It's not fear, though. It's almost like a feeling of safety. If he belongs to Goro, Goro will care for him always.

It's also really hot. He likes it.]

What if I said... I like being possessed?

[ The reaction he elicits is enough to put a smile on Akechi's face, but to actually hear that kind of admission from Akira? It's... quite the surprise, considering his Joker side.

Then again, isn't Akechi much the same way? The pleasant mask he wears as a high school detective, and his real, twisted personality that runs rampant in the Metaverse, and sometimes even slips through the cracks in their times of intimacy? ]

In that case, I would say we are perfectly matched.

[ And indeed, they are. Maybe in more ways than either of them has realized. ]

Ah, but-- [ A chuckle. ] This is all hypothetically speaking, of course.

[ As innocent as his smile may seem, he digs his nails into Akira's skin again, lets them wander across his side, leaving faint scratch marks underneath his shirt. A secret way to communicate lewd intentions. ]

Hypothetically... right.

[He doesn't say anything more after that, because it's hard to keep the hitch out of his voice with every scratch mark. He wants more. He wants so much more, but he can't ask for it here.

He glances around, then starts to try and dance Akechi toward the edge of the clearing for the party. Time to get out of here.]

[ Alas, he isn't planning to go anywhere, not when he's just getting started toying with Akira. So instead of following his lead, Akechi sinks his nails a little deeper into skin uses that as leverage to pull himself even closer; to any onlookers, it seems like little more than a young couple holding each other, a chaste display of their affections. ]

Oh? We're not leaving the ball so soon, are we? Caramia-san and the others put so much effort into it, they would be disappointed to see us go this early...

[ All said as one of his hands moves yet again, sliding all the way up to Akira's chest and resting on a nipple. His thumb reaches out for idle stroking, a touch that is as teasing as it is gentle... for now. ]

[He knew Akechi was capable of great evil, but he never would have imagined this.

Akira bites back any noise he might have made at that, careful to keep moving like they're just swaying to the music and he isn't experiencing any issues of a sexual nature.]

Ah, well... I'd hate to disappoint them...

[But he wants to leave...]

[ Great evil, indeed, and he's only getting started. ]

I share the sentiment.

[ He does, it's true, but there are also ulterior motives fueling his will to stay longer. So he leans in closer again, this time to press the side of his face to Akira's, fondly rubbing their cheeks together, ever so affectionate. ]

Besides, we hardly ever get to enjoy such an event, do we? I was really looking forward to have a slow dance with you...

[ However, Akira's cheeks aren't all he's rubbing; in fact, that one sneaky hand underneath his shirt might be going for a well-timed pinch or two. ]

Slow doesn't seem like what you're going for here.

[It's feigned cheekiness, because his real energy is on keeping it together and not doing anything embarrassing. People can see them, after all, and he has... something of a reputation.]

But I did intend to dance...

[So he can ride this out!]

[ He offers a low, throaty chuckle at that initial comment. If that was supposed to be a reprimand (even if in jest only) it doesn't work, and he winds up giving Akira another pinch, harder this time. Still playful, but maybe a bit of a warning, too. ]

If that is what you wish.

[ And because he still has the guts to play totally innocent as though there was nothing scandalous going on between them, he places a kiss on Akira's neck, short but wet. ]

So, what kind of dance did you have in mind? A tango?

[ Yes, he means that kind of tango. ]

Slow dance, remember?

[Tangos can be slow, but he doesn't appreciate the double entendre.]

How about a waltz?

[A waltz under the moonlight, though not so romantic as it was before.]

Of course. Slow.

[ Though he still looks as innocent as ever, his sneaky hand decides it's time to give Akira's other nipple some attention-- by which he means, an equally hard pinch. Akira should know it's not a good idea to be contrary when he is in charge. ]

I suppose a waltz would be good. Would you like to lead?

[ Just to give everyone else the illusion that Akira is in control, when it's actually Akechi dealing the cards. ]

[It's a question, but he knows it isn't actually an offer - and letting Akira lead isn't really putting him in control.

And as strange as it feels, he likes that.]

Sure.

[Is about all he can say as he starts to "lead" Akechi through the dance. Really, he's following, all his actions driven by the feeling of Akechi's hand on his nipple.]

[ What a good boy, playing right along with the plan. By his turn, Akechi puts on his own pleasant mask and follows Akira's steps, lets him lead the waltz-- and the waltz only, for their real dance is something else entirely.

He toys around for a moment longer, then his hand abandons Akira's chest in favor of his back again, sliding as further south as he safely can with Akira's shirt covering up for it. ]

You know-- [ He leans in closer, places a kiss on Akira's neck. ] --it's a shame you didn't come as Joker this time.

[ That waistcoat would really come in handy, if they're trying to keep their scandalous acts more subtle here. ]

[He, of course, knows exactly what Akechi is getting at, given where his hand is wandering to. But he decides to play dumb, for the scene they have going.]

And reveal my identity to the world? [Most in Chroma already know this, but anyway-] Why do you want me to do that?

[Admit it's for sex, Akechi.]

[ Oh, is that all it takes? While his pleasant boy persona wouldn't be willing to admit this so easily, the role he has taken on right now is... something else.

He lets out a low, throaty chuckle, then teases Akira's earlobe just once, with a single flick of his tongue. ]

So I could ravish you.

[ In fact, the "role" he has taken on might be closer to his real self than he lets on. ]

[Okay... he wasn't actually expecting Akechi to admit it.

But okay. He can get back in the game.]

Why do you need Joker to do that?

[He leans in close again.]

If we go back to our place, we can do whatever we want without him...

[ This time, Akechi downright laughs at the implication. ]

I don't think we can ever be without Joker.

[ After all, he's a part of Akira-- and a rather important one, at that. ]

Besides, how come you get to see all sides of me, but I don't get to see all of yours?

[ Okay, to be fair, he's not exactly showing all sides of him just yet, but they're moving there. And that's exactly what makes their relationship so interesting; they both have infinite potential, and a myriad of possibilites to entertain themselves with. ]

You can see all my sides.

[Well, that's something of a lie, too - Akira doesn't really like showing all sides of himself to others, primarily the weaker sides. But Joker is hardly weaker, in fact the strongest side of himself, so that's a moot point.]

It's just that your intentions for my Joker outfit don't fit the setting.

[In public, and trying to slow dance.]

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