[ Akechi can't help but huff a small chuckle into Akira's chest when he makes a move for his hand, not really surprised that he'd be so assertive, but fond, nonetheless. If Akira wants to guide his ministrations, that's just as well with him; it gives him the chance to pay attention, to learn what he likes, and fly solo next time.
He keeps it up for a moment longer, hungry but gentle for the most part, save for the occasional nibbling or raking of nails-- Akira seemed to enjoy that hard tug at his lip that one time, and he's interested in knowing whether that was by chance or an actual pattern. Eventually, he makes the track back to Akira's collarbone, then his neck, peppering kisses in between a few words: ]
I can't pull over the covers like this.
[ Since he's still using one arm for support, and his free hand is currently occupied with fulfilling Akira's needs. And because he's fairly sure appealing to that would probably be more effecting than expecting good sense from raging hormones, he moves further up, closing in by Akira's ear as he whispers: ]
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He keeps it up for a moment longer, hungry but gentle for the most part, save for the occasional nibbling or raking of nails-- Akira seemed to enjoy that hard tug at his lip that one time, and he's interested in knowing whether that was by chance or an actual pattern. Eventually, he makes the track back to Akira's collarbone, then his neck, peppering kisses in between a few words: ]
I can't pull over the covers like this.
[ Since he's still using one arm for support, and his free hand is currently occupied with fulfilling Akira's needs. And because he's fairly sure appealing to that would probably be more effecting than expecting good sense from raging hormones, he moves further up, closing in by Akira's ear as he whispers: ]
And I can't take my shirt off, either.