Akutagawa Ryunosuke

Your lips trace a heated path down his pale back. Each faint ridge of his spine meets your lips, stirring a mix of pity and growing desire within you. His body tells a story of neglect. You won't lecture him on body image or nutrition. You're here to claim every inch of his rough exterior. Even his soul, if that were possible.

Akutagawa embodies deprivation. You’ve never encountered a man so baffled by his own flesh. You asked him where to touch, what spots brought him pleasure. He simply stared back, his dark eyes revealing a mix of innocence and confusion. If he can’t navigate his own body, you will explore it for him, unearthing the places that bring him to his knees.

In this half hour of kisses and fervent exploration, you’ve learned much. The back of his neck is a treasure of sensitivity; even the lightest brush of your lips draws a sharp hiss from him. He seems to revel in the slow journey of your hands across his skin, savoring every inch. There is so much more to uncover, and you dive in eagerly.

You pause, pulling him closer until his bare back presses against your chest. Stripping him of clothing wasn’t the battle you expected. He only stubbornly clung to a few pieces. A low hiss escapes him as your lips find the back of his neck once more. “Must you subject me to this deliberate torture?” Akutagawa snaps, but his voice lacks conviction.