[ Akira watches it, the entire thing playing out on Akechi's face in the light. Akira's stomach twists and he wants to be able to reassure him: it's okay, I love you, you're allowed to want things and have things.
He doesn't say it, because they've both been lied to so much that words don't hold much water even when they're honest. So he kisses him, once Akechi breathes out the agreement; he leans in and kisses him softly and gently in the shadows, reverent and careful. It's nothing like the hot, biting kiss they'd had earlier -- that life- affirming desperation, that demand that had to be fulfilled. It's slow and easy and Akira tries to communicate: It’s because I want you like this, too. He wants this shy Akechi who doesn't know how to get his footing and flinches like he's waiting for the other shoe to drop at any moment. He wants every Akechi, really, all the different sides of him, and he hopes he can get it across eventually, that he likes Akechi regardless. That he won't change his mind.
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He doesn't say it, because they've both been lied to so much that words don't hold much water even when they're honest. So he kisses him, once Akechi breathes out the agreement; he leans in and kisses him softly and gently in the shadows, reverent and careful. It's nothing like the hot, biting kiss they'd had earlier -- that life- affirming desperation, that demand that had to be fulfilled. It's slow and easy and Akira tries to communicate: It’s because I want you like this, too. He wants this shy Akechi who doesn't know how to get his footing and flinches like he's waiting for the other shoe to drop at any moment. He wants every Akechi, really, all the different sides of him, and he hopes he can get it across eventually, that he likes Akechi regardless. That he won't change his mind.
That Akechi is allowed to believe him. ]