Y... yeah. [ Akira's response is a little delayed because he's a little dazed with the sheer overpowering gate of want that just unfurled over the past ninety seconds of his life. He'd been doing pretty well, he thought, about not letting things move too fast, not trying to rush Akechi into anything --
And now he's on the verge of ruining all of it because the entirety of his being is screaming that they need to kiss again, that they need to do more.
His hand on Akechi's back moves, holds onto his waist, a little too tightly. ]
This is bad. [ Akechi being sick or the fact that Akira is going to die of blue balls? It's hard to say. Both. ]
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And now he's on the verge of ruining all of it because the entirety of his being is screaming that they need to kiss again, that they need to do more.
His hand on Akechi's back moves, holds onto his waist, a little too tightly. ]
This is bad. [ Akechi being sick or the fact that Akira is going to die of blue balls? It's hard to say. Both. ]