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                                                      I'm getting by with my wicked ways ✦
                                                      I'm loading up and I'm taking names ✦
                                                      I wanna dig my way to hell ✦


                                                      Akihiko wasn't expecting Akaran to play dirty; for all his hero talk, it seemed like the samurai was obsessed with fairness. He bit his lip to avoid making a sound as Akaran kissed his neck, though he outright whined when Akaran managed to secure a kiss behind his ear. In retaliation, Akihiko dragged a hand into Akaran's hair and pulled, but he was still affected by Akaran and his words, the absolute certainty in his voice when he asserted that Akihiko would be going to the Land of Iron with him, the promise that they were in this together.

                                                      It was such a stupid, stupid sentiment to get caught up in, but he was lost in the sensation of Akaran's loyal dedication to him. Akihiko eventually stopped fighting against Akaran's hands, letting the Oni take him over the edge as he curled into Akaran's chest and buried his nose where the shoulder and neck connected. "Mmm, I can be a good hero for you... but feel free to convince me again later. Like tonight. And tomorrow morning. Y'know, whenever."

                                                      OOC: fin = w=



Ephemeral Ozymandias