Akutagawa was always rough, but that was okay. Atsushi could handle rough. He would never admit it, least of all to the man between his legs, but he totally got off on being manhandled; and Akutagawa definitely served that in spades. Atsushi clung to the sheets above his head,(more) back arched as Akutagawa snapped his hips again and again, driving in deep enough on each thrust that Atsushi saw stars.
"Fuck," Atsushi hissed, hips jerking as Akutagawa's cock slid over something just right and he couldn't take it anymore. His entire body was getting hot, too hot, and fuck if he didn't come soon he was gonna explode. "Akutagawa-"
He reached for Akutagawa, got his hand on his sleeve, only for Rashomon to shoot out and grab him by the wrists, slamming them back into the mattress above his head and keeping him pinned down. "Harder," Atsushi gasped, squirming against Rashomon's hold as, miraculously, Akutagawa actually complied. Maybe he was close himself, he so rarely actually listened when Atsushi demanded - unless it was mutually beneficial, of course.
Akutagawa leaned over him, hips flush to Atsushi's ass, pushing him almost double. Atsushi took great, gulping breaths, nearly to the point of wheezing as the angle changed, as Akutagawa stared him down and emptied his load, expression barely twitching. Atsushi bit his lip, pressed his head back into the mattress and squeezed his eyes closed, because looking for what he needed in Akutagawa's face was still a fruitless gesture.
Rashomon released Atsushi when Akutagawa pulled free, and Atsushi rolled onto his side, yanking his cock with his hand and finally forcing himself over the edge, coming hard across the sheets. Exhausted to the bone, Atsushi laid on his side, panting, as Akutagawa slid off the mattress. "No cuddles this time, huh?"(less)