[The only reason you're getting away with this is Akechi's current state of cried-out exhaustion, you cuddle mongering fool. As is, he's basically already drifting the moment Akira moves close enough to touch and drapes his arm over him like a human blanket, rumbling a faint mumble of sound that isn't quite words.]

You should look into a window unit aircon, you might save money doing sweaty laundry that way. [There's the slightest hint of taunt in his tone, and he looks over his shoulder with eyes only half-open.] Unless you just stew in your own sweat, which I don't think would overly surprise me, either.