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"Where are you going, little bird? A shame you never stick around too long."
The Black Mask froze in his steps, body growing both hot and cold at the same time from the terror of being caught. That voice—just like Joker, yet distinctly not. He couldn't be here, Goro had observed the thieves on a higher level of Mementos earlier, so who?
He should have ran. After all, he had a target to eliminate today. Quick and dirty work he was used to, except that this one was not just a random face to disappear off the face of the earth. No, this was specifically to meddle with the plans of the Phantom Thieves, who had been clearing palaces and changing hearts a bit too much for the conspiracy’s liking.
He really should have ran.
…
Hand on the handle of his sword, Goro took the bait and slowly turned around, coming face to face with a demon with black wings, elegant red clothes, and the flames of a wild grin burning on a mask. It filled out the space of the entire tunnel, towering imposingly over Goro, so much larger than any shadow in Mementos was. Dangerous, yet so achingly familiar that Goro immediately realised that he was looking at the face of Joker’s rebellion.
Arsène.
Again: he should have ran. If the Phantom Thieves found out about his true identity, it would be over for him. Then again, the demon looked at him as if he already knew who was hidden beneath the black mask, and wasn’t that just a horrible turn of events for the day?
He had no other choice but to get rid of him. Goro had no idea if personas could be killed, but he was about to find out.
Goro brandished his sword.
“Stop interfering.”
The demon laughed, making the hairs on Goro’s neck stand on end from how much it sounded like Joker. Distorted, wilder, but oh so much Joker. Alluring and ensnaring.
“Oh, mon chéri. I’m not interfering. I merely wish for us to,” he tilted his head at him almost teasingly, “get a little closer.”
Teasing that Goro was all too familiar with, that sounded like both a threat and a flirt. He hated how it made him feel, how it made him falter for a second.
“Shut the fuck up and die,” he snarled and charged forward, striking at the demon.
He didn’t expect to land the hit, knowing that his rage had never won him any favours in the face of Joker and everything his identity entailed. Still, when Arsène dodged gracefully and his blade ripped through nothing but the dark particles where he once stood, Goro couldn’t help but let out a frustrated shout, full of anger. Anger at himself for being caught. Anger at Akira Kurusu for always being a step ahead of him. Anger at the world for making them clash again and again instead of putting them on paths that weren’t interwoven.
In the back of his mind, Loki was thrumming with the need to destroy his opponent, and as always, Goro let him overtake completely. His body moved on its own, chasing after the demon, delivering swing after swing that Arsène just barely dodged. Purposefully. The demon was playing with him and the ever-burning grin on his face only added insult to injury.
Goro wanted to extinguish his flames for daring to burn him so hotly.
Calculating the demon’s next step, he prepared himself, then charged forward again, quickly sidestepping to hit it where it hurt. This time, his blade connected, if only for a scratch with how quickly Arsène adjusted and ducked under him, dodging so quickly that Goro could not even see him move.
“My, you are not one for talking, are you?” He sounded almost offended.
“Shut up, shut up, shut up!” Goro snarled, slashing wildly in the hopes that he’d feel the demon against his blade again for just a moment. “What the fuck do you want?! Humiliate me? Kill me? Run off to tell Joker’s gang of sycophantic halfwits about your discovery? Make up your mind!”
Suddenly, his blade didn’t move anymore, caught in the claws of the demon who was now much too close to Goro for his liking. He froze in shock, body rigid with sudden paralysing fear. He knew every careless move could be his last. Arsène’s eyes burned brightly at him as he leaned down. Closer.
“I believe I was rather… upfront about my intentions with you, little bird. Shall I spell it out to you again?”
Closer, closer. Goro had no thought left to feel offended over the nickname and the way he was being talked down to. He could feel the heat of the flames warm the metal of his mask and it made his heart lodge in his throat. Loki screamed at him to strike now, put an end to it no matter how prematurely, but it was as if his limbs didn’t respond to him anymore. Arsène held more than just his sword in his claws.
“My wish,” the demon whispered, “was simply to get closer to you. When else would we get another chance to get to know each other properly?”
A claw tilted up his chin and before Goro could react, his mask clattered to the ground, his face suddenly no longer protected by red glass and obsidian metal. All for a demon to look at, one that felt so disgustingly similar to Joker in how his voice was dripping with honey and lies that Goro wanted to scream.
His fingers quivered around the handle of his blade. Arsène’s burning gaze was drawn to them for a moment.
“Little bird, is all you know fighting and strife?” he asked, mourning in his tone that should have sounded infantilising, but instead tugged at something in Goro’s chest that had been yearning for years to get touched. “A rest would serve you quite well. After all, a soul like yours deserves to be appreciated, for even though it is clad in despair and hatred… it is among the prettiest treasures I’ve ever seen.”
The words made his breath catch in his throat, fire flaring bright red across his face. “Stop fucking with me!” he hissed, straining to yank his sword out of tainted black claws. Thief’s hands.
Arsène simply chuckled, and with a flick of his wrist, the sword was wrenched out of Goro’s hand and sent clattering off into the darkness.
“We haven’t even started the foreplay yet, mon chéri. This isn’t fucking… and I’d be happy to show you the difference.”
Oh.
The bluntness of it hit him like a truck, and he knew that realistically he should have felt… objectified. Disgusted. How was this different from people thinking deplorable thoughts about him, from the leering gazes he had been subjected to ever since he traded agency for worth and became nothing more than a pretty face on TV?
Because it’s Joker, a voice that wasn’t either of his Personas whispered. Because it’s genuine.
His gut clenched in spite of himself, and he fought to regain his tongue rather than stare voicelessly at the demon, who only seemed more pleased the longer he stood there.
Goro gritted his teeth. “Absolutely not,” he said flatly. He tried not to let the anxiety over being without his weapon get to him. Not in front of Joker or any of his parts that had wandered off.
Arsène seemed amused rather than discouraged. “Is that your true desire? Or is that your propriety speaking for you?” His head cocked to the side.
“That isn’t it!” Goro snarled, cheeks blazing. “I don’t want to— how would that even work?!”
He couldn’t believe that he was even entertaining the idea of this. Loki cackled in the back of his mind, the sound of his sadistic amusement harmonising with Arsène’s deep laugh.
“All you have to do is say the word, and I’ll show you. A gentleman such as myself would hardly take from you without explicit permission, after all.” The demon’s grin flared up.
Goro knew there had to be something wrong about this. After all, while he trusted demons to be selfish enough to propose something as purely hedonistic as this to humans, he knew to not underestimate Joker and by proxy the demon he commanded as his own.
His true self, Loki whispered to him. What, you afraid of a guy in a top hat and boots? Let me out and I’ll take what you’re too cowardly to accept.
Goro’s hands balled into fists. Shut up.
I know you want the human. This is as good as it’s gonna get before he bites the dust. Or are you really gonna let an opportunity like this pass, little birdie~?
The mockery of the nickname only added to his frustration. Goro wanted to tell the demon off, stand his ground and focus on what he came here for, but he found himself faltering.
…
He had always felt weird, possessing only the barest of experiences at his age, and none of them having come from his own initiative. Girls who watched too many romance movies would kiss him out of nowhere, believing that it would make him reciprocate. Men would grope him under his clothes when he was in a crowd too big to care about his feelings. As with everything else in his life, Goro had no agency over his body and experiences either.
Yet this demon born from Kurusu’s will offered him a choice, just like Kurusu always did. Both playing with their cards hidden from sight, but more fairly than anyone Goro had ever encountered before, baffling him with how easily they looked at someone like Goro and wanted him not for his weight in gold, but for what could be hidden beneath the pretty exterior, no matter how ugly.
“What will you do if I say no and leave?” Goro tested the waters.
Arsène’s expression did not change. An everlasting grin of confidence. “Let you walk and regret my choice of words, for I should have conveyed better that I meant to serve you rather than myself.”
For the second time that day, Goro thought he should have ran. Shoved all memories of this encounter together and put them at the back of his mind, forever locked in a Pandora’s box.
Instead, his feet brought him forward, steady steps against the distorted tracks of Mementos.
“I doubt it’s even possible,” he sneered, “but sure. Go ahead, if only so I can prove you as a liar. Do not even attempt to convince me that you have no ulterior motives, demon.”
The flames covering Arsène flared up, burning brighter and hotter. “It will be my pleasure to prove you wrong, then.” He bowed gracefully. “To show you that a treasure such as yourself should be admired rather than stolen.”
“Shut it with the pretentious crap and hurry up.” Goro hoped his voice didn’t betray how nervous he suddenly was. “I don’t have all day,” he added, crossing his arms.
Arsène disappeared from sight quicker than he could make sense of and Goro felt a sudden warmth against his back, making him flinch in shock and instinctively reach for where he usually kept his blade, fingers met with emptiness instead. He forced himself to stay still as gentle hands pried his arms away from his body, the touch alien, but not the shiver it drew from him at how good it felt.
Goro had always known that touch was one of biggest weaknesses. How could he not, given that everytime Kurusu’s and his arm brushed, he yearned for more? To shift so close until he’d never not feel his warmth on his skin anymore?
In hindsight, maybe his reason for agreeing to this had been simpler than thought.
“My, you tell me to hurry, yet appear to be the one who needs time instead.” He was released, Arsène’s claws running carefully down his chest, not quite ripping fabric yet. It should have not felt so appreciative, so gentle. Goro inhaled sharply as he felt heat right next to his face. “Let me take care of you, mon chéri,” the demon mumbled into his ear, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.
Goro felt both rigid with anticipation as the claws ran lower to wrap around his thighs, and slack with submission as he was lifted up into the lap of the demon. Arsène pulled him close against his chest, making himself comfortable mid-air as if he had all the time in the world, as if Goro didn’t just agree to sex with a demon.
It felt too intimate for the situation, being held like this. Too dizzying with how he was kept up by Arsène as if he didn’t weigh more than a feather.
“I’m not here to cuddle,” Goro huffed, decidedly not looking back at the demon. He was not sure he could handle the sight of him so close to himself.
Arsène took the choice from him by taking his chin between two claws and gently pulling his head around to face him. Goro’s breath stuttered at the flaming grin looking down at him. Hot enough to burn. Bright enough to blind.
Dangerous enough to kill, Loki supplied in his mind. That’s what you like about the boy, isn’t it? That he has the capacity for it, yet will never act on it, unlike you.
“Little bird, you keep resisting what you want. Let yourself be spoiled for once—I promise it will melt your stress away.”
Goro didn’t answer. He couldn’t find the breath to—not with how a claw hooked in his suit and ran up his body, splitting the fabric neatly and exposing his chest to the heat of the flames Arsène was clad in. His other hand made quick work of Goro’s neck guard and the belts securing his suit, dropping it all to the ground carelessly in favour of exploring what was previously hidden beneath.
He couldn’t even be mad about the damage. More than once had Goro returned to the entrance of a palace in a suit slashed and torn, revealing nasty bruises and blood he didn’t have the energy to wipe away. Exiting the Metaverse always healed his wounds and upon re-entering, his clothes were fixed too. Seeing his suit branding him as Shido’s killer torn to shreds for such hedonistic purposes felt cathartic in the strangest way, even if he knew that this freedom was only an illusion that he would have to leave behind with this world later.
Another careful rip and his neck was freed, Goro suddenly losing all thoughts as he felt a claw running down his carotid artery. The skin there was sensitive, and coupled with the realisation that he could be killed with one slash of the demon’s claws, he let out a shuddering gasp. The first sound that escaped him since agreeing to this. No more than a breath exhaled, but enough that Arsène immediately froze.
Then the demon pulled him closer, shuddering against his neck.
“Don’t hold back, darling,” Arsène whispered, “sing for me as if no one could hear you.”
He leant in, and Goro jolted as the pure fire of Arsène’s grin licked at the skin of his neck, a shaky moan leaving him, doing exactly what the demon prompted him to. It didn’t burn, though—it felt like the monstrous caricature of a kiss to his skin, even. A claim. Branded as his. Goro couldn’t help but to expose his neck further to it, feeling even the last walls of his resistance crumble. It just felt too good, making it easy to forget all else.
Claws ran up his sides and fire caressed his neck up to his ear. “That’s it,” Arsène praised him. “Just accept me, mon amour. I’ll make you feel wonderful.”
A warm shiver ran up Goro’s spine, and he didn’t have the strength to fight the effect it had on him. Not when each kiss from heated flames felt better than anything he’d ever felt before. Mementos was cold and hostile around them, but in the embrace of dark wings and demonic arms, he felt far away from it all. Distantly, he remembered he should keep a head more clear—this was practically his enemy holding him so close and Goro still had a mission to fulfil. Then again: he had always lost the fight against his own selfishness.
It made him wonder if all it would have taken for him and Kurusu was one indecent proposal from cherry-red lips, one single word that broke what they had to rebuild it into something new and better. It made his chest constrict uncomfortably.
He jolted out of his thoughts when a hand curled around his clothed erection, but instead of fighting it, he whimpered in bliss. Never had he been touched there by anyone else before, daydreams about silver eyes his hand’s only companion. It felt so much better than he could have ever imagined, especially when Arsène rubbed slow circles against him, the care he took to keep his claws away making Goro’s heart jump traitorously in his chest.
“Get on with it already,” Goro breathed, arching his back and thrusting into the touch, exposing more of his neck that immediately got explored by hungry flames. He felt wrapped up in them, the heat inside him coalescing with the one around him. With urgency, he tore at the lower part of the suit, desperate to free his aching hardness.
Arsène laughed and pried his hands away, ignoring Goro’s responding growl and attempts to free himself. “Now, chéri, don’t rush to the main course when the anticipation will just make it taste sweeter.”
Another few practised tears, and the dark fabric around Goro’s lower half fell away in scraps too, shame suddenly taking a hold of him as his erection was on full display with how he was lying in the demon’s lap. Arsène brushed tenderly down his thigh, hummed in satisfaction at the sight before him, and Goro immediately felt his worries fade away again.
He hated how the demon made it easy to feel wanted. Goro blamed a lifetime of insecurities for responding so well to it. Yet… as long as he didn’t cave to it and let his guard down, it would be fine, right?
He adjusted his position to make it easier for Arsène to touch where he wanted, pushing his back further against the demon’s chest, and that’s when he felt it. An unmistakable hardness against his now bare ass. Goro froze, but not enough to prevent Arsène from slowly spreading his slack legs apart, the demon’s erection jumping up between them obscenely.
Somehow, even though he had agreed to Arsène’s proposal with this part in mind, the sight of his cock finally made the reality of his situation truly sink in. It made him realise that he was gonna get fucked by a demon for his first time. Not a human, no. A human didn’t have a cock standing at the size of half his torso, flaming red fading up into midnight black at the tip. It curved towards him and Goro swallowed hard as he realised it was as thick as his forearm.
“That’s not going to fit,” was the first thing Goro blurted out upon the sight. It earned him an amused laugh from Arsène.
“Cognition is a powerful tool, little bird.” His claws wandered over his thigh, up his cock, a featherlight touch that had Goro shiver in pleasure. “If you think that it fits, it will. Well, if you even want me inside you. I didn’t dare to presume.”
Goro was caught off guard by the choice suddenly presented to him. The demon was rock-hard under him, obviously ready to fuck him, and yet he asked for Goro to make the decision. For what he wanted, what he was comfortable with. Yes, it could have very well been a lie, a false choice being presented to him like so often in his life, but Goro had the feeling that refusing would not make Joker’s persona simply take what he wanted.
He wasn’t about to risk it and find out.
“Fuck me already.” He ground forward against the other’s cock as best as he could, and as clumsy as it felt to him, it obviously had an effect as Arsène sighed in pleasure. “Before I find another demon to do the job,” he added just to add fuel to the fire.
It would work with Kurusu, so he was sure it would have an effect on his persona too.
Sure enough, the claws spread against his thigh and waist tightened their grip on him. “I’m afraid we are at a point where that is the only thing I cannot allow,” Arsène mumbled, and while still amused, it held a flash of something darker, something more possessive. Exactly what Goro was hoping to get.
He felt heat pool in his stomach from the words alone. “Then you better get on with it.”
Before he could grind forward again to tease him further, Arsène suddenly lifted him by the legs once more, turning him around in his lap and gently lowering him again so they were face to face. Goro would have been more uncomfortable about the sudden added intimacy, but Arsène’s cock trembled between his legs in a way that didn’t allow him to focus on anything else.
“I thought I could spend my sweet time preparing you, but it seems like I’ve played a bit too much with you already.” Arsène pulled him closer so Goro’s cock was trapped between their bodies, hard and leaking, then looked down at him with his burning expression. A claw brushed over his face tenderly before the demon suddenly gripped both of his ass cheeks and spread them apart. His grin flared up in amusement. “You’re already prepared for me too, aren’t you?”
Goro was about to question that when he recalled the demon’s words. Cognition is a powerful tool. So if Goro only tried to believe that he was ready…
He reached back, and sure enough—two fingers slid easily into himself, as though he’d already been prepared. Extensively too, by the feel of it.
Goro looked back up and found the demon’s hungry gaze drawn to his motions. The reality of his situation hit him again—the first time he took something other than his toys, and it would be Kurusu’s persona. A shiver ran down his spine and he didn’t know if it was from anticipation only.
“How does this even work?” he questioned the demon’s logic again, if only to distract himself from what was about to happen.
“I believe I’ve told you already. Simply believe you are ready for me, and reality will bend to how you perceive it. That includes whether or not entering you will be possible for me or not.” A clawed hand brushed over his ass soothingly as the demon tilted his head. “Although… I wonder if you’re truly ready in your heart as well? Perhaps we should move this to another time, after all.”
“No!” Goro immediately hissed. “No, I can take it, don’t you dare make that decision for me.” Deciding to shove all the fears that arose in him down like any other time, he reached back for Arsène’s cock, gulping down as it barely fit into his hand. He guided the tip lower and raised his hips. “If you would be so inclined to help.”
Arsène let out a breathy laugh, dark and alluring. “You continue to surprise me, little bird.”
His hands guided Goro until he could feel an insistent pressure against his rim, making him inhale sharply. Before he could think about it too much, he was already lowering himself. It will fit and not hurt. After all, he would never hurt me, and I hate him for it.
When the tip breached him, he let out a breathless moan, squeezing his eyes shut. Even with how surprisingly painless it was, he felt overwhelmed with how much it already filled him, shuddering as his hands came up to support himself against Arsène’s chest, fingers hooking into the red satin of his jacket.
“That’s it,” Arsène whispered as he leant into his space. “You’re taking me so well, chéri. So good for me, so tight around me…”
Goro gritted his teeth. “Fuck me already.” He hated how slow this was, how he needed time. He himself could not speed up, too overwhelmed by all the new sensations, so he tried to entice the demon into finally breaking and taking what he wanted. Goro was all too familiar with demons and their ways, and he was just waiting for this one to show his true colours.
“Now, now.” Arsène tsked. “Didn’t I tell you that there is no fucking to be found here? What I’m doing,” his grip on Goro’s waist tightened, “is making love to you, chéri.”
With that, he thrusted up slowly.
Goro let out a shaky moan, overwhelmed as he was from how he was steadily being fed the demon’s cock. It stretched him further than anything ever did, and only when a hand spread against his stomach in amazement did he realise that it was as far in as it could go, bulging obscenely against his stomach.
“Beautiful,” Arsène breathed out. “I can’t wait to indulge in you properly, my treasure.”
Goro whimpered when Arsène pulled out of him, so slow that he was hyperaware of each drag of his length against his inner walls. He felt as if he was burning up from the inside. Arsène’s hands pulled him back all the while, then pushed him down again as he rolled his hips into him, moving until Goro could feel his cock hit resistance inside him.
It was exhilarating to be filled so much. Goro felt as if set on fire, burning brighter than ever, pleasure overriding all other instincts so only his need for more was left.
Arsène set a steady pace from then on, slow and intense in his thrusting, making sure Goro felt everything as he pulled him back time and time again on his cock. Little moans fell from Goro’s lips, sounds he tried to muffle in the demon’s lace jabot, but one of his claws tilted his chin up so glossy red eyes met ones made of fire.
"Don't hide from me,” Arsène commanded in a gentle, deep voice. “Your singing, your beauty... yours is the most beautiful performance I have ever witnessed. This here is the stage where you truly belong, little bird. Free of all costumes and masks."
“You are advocating against your very own nature,” Goro remarked with how little breath he had left.
Arsène chuckled, leaning in further so Goro almost felt his flames dance over his face. “Perhaps all you need to appreciate freedom is to wear a costume and mask for a while. You and him are not so different from each other.” Arsène lowered his voice teasingly as he slowed his motions to sensual grinding. “Just as he and I are the same. Tell me, did you agree to my proposal as you would have with any demon, or because I am him?”
Before Goro could stop it, the question wormed itself into his heart, exploring all the nooks and crannies of it for an answer and leaving him defenceless all the while. He was about to shove the feeling away and punch it good on the way out as he had always done when it came to Joker and his meaning in Goro’s life, but that was when Arsène suddenly slammed back inside him, making him cry out from pleasure as he hit his sweet spot.
“Would you want it to be him inside you? Exploring your deepest parts and becoming one with you?” Arsène chuckled in amusement. “I’m sure no one could resist you if you just asked sweetly enough, mon chéri.”
“We’re not talking about this now,” Goro hissed, holding onto the demon tighter as he kept up the intense thrusts. He tried not to think about Kurusu holding him so close. About Kurusu whispering the sweetest praise into his ear. He couldn’t risk letting those fantasies in now, not in such a vulnerable moment where he had already allowed himself to deviate from his plan more than ever before.
“Ah, of course. Such conversations should be had with him, after all.”
Arsène suddenly gripped his thighs hard, holding him in place as he really started fucking up into him, cock slamming in again and again. Goro cried out from the intensity, throwing his head back. The demon immediately made use of it as his flames licked up his neck, claiming every patch of skin Goro exposed for their heat only.
Each thrust stretched Goro further than ever and made his cock twitch with desperate need. Arsène was steadily brushing against his prostate at the new angle, and the sudden added pleasure sent electricity down his spine in sparks, accumulating all too quickly, faster than he could handle it. Goro moaned and whimpered, no capacity to think about anything that wasn’t the cock hammering into him at rapid speed. He held onto the demon impossibly tight, as if afraid that the current of pleasure would sweep him away if he let go.
“Do you like this, my little songbird?” Arsène rasped to him, the breathlessness in his voice betraying how affected he was as well. “Being ravaged by a demon bearing his face, no matter the mask covering it?”
“Yes,” Goro found himself whimpering, no thought left with how quickly and strongly he was being fucked. “Please, more, please…”
Arsène let out a breathy moan. “That’s it, beg for him to give you more. As if he was watching you lose yourself.”
Goro cried out from the image, the idea of Joker seeing him speared open on his persona’s cock bringing him much too close to the edge, and he squeezed his eyes shut as he tried to hold on for just a moment longer. He couldn’t come yet. He didn’t want this to end, wanted to stay in this bliss forever, never thinking about anything else but Joker’s eyes on him and his hands too and his cock inside him and his tongue moving against his—
Arsène’s thrusts grew uncoordinated, the messy pace growing downright animalistic as he held Goro’s thighs down to properly fuck into him, no matter how weak his bones felt. Goro cried out into the demon’s chest, whining when claws dug into the sensitive flesh of his ass.
“Where do you want me to come, my sweet?” Arsène sounded close, so close it made Goro dizzy with need.
“Inside, please,” Goro immediately whined in response, and the idea of being filled by the demon was finally what ripped control from him and sent him over the edge with a loud moan. His walls pulsated around the cock inside him as he thrusted back shakily, distantly registering the demon letting out a strangled moan and shoving him down completely. Hot liquid pumped into him, and Goro felt nothing but fulfilled.
He had no idea when he came down from his orgasm. All that he knew was that he was in the demon’s arms and that a clawed hand was gently stroking through his hair while the sweetest praise was whispered to him. His ass felt sore and he was well aware there was still Arsène’s cock inside him together with the generous amount of cum he had ejaculated.
His first time. Goro’s mind was hazy enough to not let in the guilt and doubts, but there was one thing that made it through the fog regardless: the realisation that no one else would ever be able to satisfy him. Give him this feeling of being utterly whole. It had to be Joker, no matter which part of him. No one else.
Maybe Goro should have really proposed something like this to Kurusu already, if only so he could have had this sooner.
“How are you feeling, little bird?”
There was the ghost of a flame running up Goro’s shoulder to his neck. It made him smile contently, nestling his face further into the lacy fabric before him.
“Full.” It was the first thing he could think of. “Warm.”
“That is wonderful to hear. I almost thought I was too rough with you.” He heard the content in Arsène’s voice at his reaction, felt it in how his feathery dark wings caressed his back in a sweet embrace.
Goro smirked to himself. “Not hard enough.” Never. Was that how Joker must have felt? Always pushing his limits just for the thrill, just to see how far he could go?
Arsène slowly thrusted up into him, and Goro thought he could figure that out another time as he enjoyed the warm shiver running down his spine.
“Chéri, if that’s your desire, I will no longer hold back and instead show you what real lovemaking is like.” There was that same allure back in his voice, that seductive tone to it that had ensnared Goro earlier and made him succumb to everything Arsène was willing to give him.
The demon’s hands were already exploring his body greedily again, Goro arching his back into the roaming touches as he tried to get used to the steady fucking again. “I’m offended you held back in the first place,” he taunted him.
It earned him a sudden hard thrust that drew a shuddering moan from him.
“No more holding back, then.” Arsène caressed his face tenderly with a claw. “Neither for you, nor for me.”
Arsène didn’t let up for what must have been hours, until Goro almost passed out from how many times he came. When they finally were done, he was too tired to even stand on his own, collapsing into waiting arms and accepting the demon carrying him back to the entrance of Mementos with utmost gentleness. No mission on his mind, no thought left to spare Shido and his conspiracy and all the evil they had planted inside him.
When Goro returned home, all he thought about were bright hot flames on a mask as black as his, and a touch so tender he knew it would haunt him forever.
He found that for the first time, he didn’t mind one bit.
"You were supposed to flirt with him, not— not fuck him!"
Arsène seemed amused at his master’s outrage. “To my defence, you never specified just how I should distract your little bird, yes? I don’t know what the problem seems to be. Have you not made your way to your target without interruption?”
Joker was bright red under his mask. “Don’t use loopholes against me. I thought we were on the same team?”
“That we are, which is precisely why I used the opportunity to cherish him a little.” Arsène’s grin flared up. “Did you not enjoy how I made him sing?”
Joker rubbed his neck bashfully, his blush only deepening as he recalled the scene he had walked in on. “Yes, but… I was planning on taking it slower, you know?”
Arsène laughed.
"Perhaps soon you'll realise you've been taking it too slow, little thief."