[With piratical fervor, Hikaru leans in and feels up all of that, all that Akira is offering him, the fullest bounty of his body waiting to be carried away. He's never wanted to suck off Akira more than he does in this moment, knowing just how hot and helpless the first mouthful would be. The flavor wouldn't even matter compared to the heat of him. It's been far too long--more than an entire day--since the last time Akira had someone to appreciate him.] Anything, [Hikaru breathes, hot and harsh, and he can't even finish the word before sucking in air. It's always difficult to speak when Akira is touching him, trying to drive him out of his mind. They're both so impatient when they both know what they want.] Anything for you, I could do anything, whatever you need... [If Akira bent him over and whispered that he wanted Hikaru to throw the game tomorrow, Hikaru would find it unthinkable to refuse him. Honestly. Honest to god. It wouldn't be sabotage if it meant he was making Akira happy by submitting to him. His priorities have always been all tied up in Akira's, but he realized he was in love the day he realized Akira's happiness was more important than his own.] If you need me to make you come, then I'll make you come. I'll make you come so many times, there won't be anything left for you to come with.
[Maybe that's impossible, but Hikaru has repeatedly fought and won from so-called impossible positions. That's probably what he's the most famous (or infamous) for doing in a game, this ability to make magic happen between the stones, forcing the finish line to move up to him by sheer force of will. It's only that willpower that has prevented him from melting into Akira's greedy, grasping hands. The sound of his name on Akira's lips is the only thing keeping him tethered to more than white-hot oblivion. He replies to each inspired Hikaru with his own ragged Akira, a name he's loved to say out loud since the first time he said it on purpose. He would find endless excuses to say it, even, like Akira, let's play a game and Akira, it's time to wake up and--] Akira, I'm going to suck your cock dry. I hope that sounds good to you. [Anything for you, Akira.
The fact he's so invested in his opponent has caused people like Waya to worry about how he'll manage in a life-or-death title match. Waya and Isumi-san, they both took him out for ramen, for once, the other day, and Waya told him he had to take the title away from Akira, he seriously had to, even though... you know... "Just because I'm fucking him doesn't mean I'll go easy on him," Hikaru said loudly, and he rolled his eyes when Waya snorted narutomaki up his nose. Isumi-san shielded his face and groaned about the lack of diplomacy. And there were these other calls from people, too, more humbling ones, like Akari, like former members of the Go club, like Go salon regulars he sharpened himself against, Kawai-san and so on. There was even a really weird call from Kaga, who was in the middle of running for city council, apparently. After his campaign pitch, he said something about never forgiving Hikaru if he didn't bury Akira alive, and Hikaru just hung up on him. Then Su-Yeong emailed and said if he lost the title, he should come to Korea to train for a while, and he'd definitely destroy any rival back home by the time he finished. Hikaru kind of suspected Yeong-ha was lurking in the wings of that suggestion... But even with the outpouring of support from all corners, the only approval Hikaru really wants to have today is Touya Akira's. When he finally wrestles Akira onto his back, then kisses him as thoroughly as before, he's still wondering about it: Did you think I could win? And: Did you think I could beat you? And then, with a tinge of shame: Will you ever forgive me for doing this to you?
Never willing to give up, Hikaru recommits himself to pulling apart Akira's belt, and this time he succeeds with minimal effort. Then he's yanking down Akira's zipper, his underwear, every last fold of fabric that's stupid enough to get in the way of his goal. Some small part of him chips in a worry about rug burn, while the rest of him is making a fist around Akira's dick and kissing his way downward from a sharp, angular chin. He can't believe someone as good and handsome and brilliant as Akira would allow him to touch him so freely, whenever he wants, even breaking their rules to do it. He'll never be able to believe it. One wrong turn and he never would've gone into that Go salon in the first place. That's just what is so unbelievable about this whole thing.]
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[Maybe that's impossible, but Hikaru has repeatedly fought and won from so-called impossible positions. That's probably what he's the most famous (or infamous) for doing in a game, this ability to make magic happen between the stones, forcing the finish line to move up to him by sheer force of will. It's only that willpower that has prevented him from melting into Akira's greedy, grasping hands. The sound of his name on Akira's lips is the only thing keeping him tethered to more than white-hot oblivion. He replies to each inspired Hikaru with his own ragged Akira, a name he's loved to say out loud since the first time he said it on purpose. He would find endless excuses to say it, even, like Akira, let's play a game and Akira, it's time to wake up and--] Akira, I'm going to suck your cock dry. I hope that sounds good to you. [Anything for you, Akira.
The fact he's so invested in his opponent has caused people like Waya to worry about how he'll manage in a life-or-death title match. Waya and Isumi-san, they both took him out for ramen, for once, the other day, and Waya told him he had to take the title away from Akira, he seriously had to, even though... you know... "Just because I'm fucking him doesn't mean I'll go easy on him," Hikaru said loudly, and he rolled his eyes when Waya snorted narutomaki up his nose. Isumi-san shielded his face and groaned about the lack of diplomacy. And there were these other calls from people, too, more humbling ones, like Akari, like former members of the Go club, like Go salon regulars he sharpened himself against, Kawai-san and so on. There was even a really weird call from Kaga, who was in the middle of running for city council, apparently. After his campaign pitch, he said something about never forgiving Hikaru if he didn't bury Akira alive, and Hikaru just hung up on him. Then Su-Yeong emailed and said if he lost the title, he should come to Korea to train for a while, and he'd definitely destroy any rival back home by the time he finished. Hikaru kind of suspected Yeong-ha was lurking in the wings of that suggestion... But even with the outpouring of support from all corners, the only approval Hikaru really wants to have today is Touya Akira's. When he finally wrestles Akira onto his back, then kisses him as thoroughly as before, he's still wondering about it: Did you think I could win? And: Did you think I could beat you? And then, with a tinge of shame: Will you ever forgive me for doing this to you?
Never willing to give up, Hikaru recommits himself to pulling apart Akira's belt, and this time he succeeds with minimal effort. Then he's yanking down Akira's zipper, his underwear, every last fold of fabric that's stupid enough to get in the way of his goal. Some small part of him chips in a worry about rug burn, while the rest of him is making a fist around Akira's dick and kissing his way downward from a sharp, angular chin. He can't believe someone as good and handsome and brilliant as Akira would allow him to touch him so freely, whenever he wants, even breaking their rules to do it. He'll never be able to believe it. One wrong turn and he never would've gone into that Go salon in the first place. That's just what is so unbelievable about this whole thing.]