[ The name rolls out of his tongue like a prayer, low and fervent, in between kisses and whatever attention Akira gives him. He wants to ask for more, wants to clamp around him and break the laws of physics, wants to feel all of him, but if he did, he doesn't think he would be able to to stop himself. Not right now, not just yet...
So it's a mild disappointment, but also a relief when Akira finally pulls away, panting and sweating and giving off every indication that he, too, was getting carried away. That he, too, wanted Akechi just as badly.
But not right now, not just yet.
So he takes a hand to Akira's face to gently swipe the sweat off his brow, then leans in to pepper kisses on his forehead, the passion from earlier now subdued into warm affection. For now, this should be nice enough. ]
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So it's a mild disappointment, but also a relief when Akira finally pulls away, panting and sweating and giving off every indication that he, too, was getting carried away. That he, too, wanted Akechi just as badly.
But not right now, not just yet.
So he takes a hand to Akira's face to gently swipe the sweat off his brow, then leans in to pepper kisses on his forehead, the passion from earlier now subdued into warm affection. For now, this should be nice enough. ]