“You look so beautiful like this,” Akira says, eyes lidded and hips jerking from the pleasure of it. Cognitive Akechi whimpers around him, drawing his head back a little and focuses on working his tongue around the tip before taking him deeper again. “Like you were made to suck cock.” The door to the bathroom swings open just as Akira reaches the point of no return and spills over the edge into the steamy heat of Cognitive Akechi’s mouth. The cognitive doesn’t stop though and keeps licking, swallowing and sucking until Akira’s milked dry before letting the softening dick slide out with a wet plop. He coughs a few times and the semen he didn’t swallow is dribbling down his chin in a thin stream. “Did I do well?” he looks up at Akira with those …show more content…
Dealer, take your clothes off too,” he orders, looking at the cognitive double still kneeling between Akira’s legs. He wants to find out what the differences between them are, Akira guesses and watches the two Akechis shed their clothes. Akechi practically rips his off, throwing his jacket, underwear and shoes into a haphazard pile on the floor. Cognitive Akechi slides his off more slowly and takes his time folding them and setting them down on his desk, except for the cum-stained pants which he drapes over the back of his chair. Soon, the two are fully naked. Akira licks his lips as he looks them both up and down, taking in the sight. Cognitive Akechi has a scrawnier, slightly smaller frame and his hips have a feminine flare that makes Akira’s mouth water, while the real Akechi is—muscular? His gaze comes to a halt as it pans over the expanse of his torso when he sees the defined abs, his lips falling just slightly agape. His form isn’t overly muscular, but this is clearly someone who works to stay fit and Akira absolutely approves of what he’s seeing. “I didn’t take you for the athletic type, Crow,” he blurts out without thinking, earning him a light, amused laugh from the detective. “I boulder and cycle, Joker. It builds