[His jaw slackens so his lips fall just barely apart, and he looks through Akira for a moment. You want me to hurt you, sometimes. Yes, he does. He wants Akira to lash out and rage at him, to put him in his place, to...]

[I like it isn't expected at all, and his eyes widen just enough, his eyebrows creasing his forehead as they raise, to be a noticeably startled expression. He shifts to lay his weight against the bruise on his stomach, letting his features pull into the slightest grimace as he does.] ...tapping would be more effective. If you can't see my fingers it might be difficult to tell how many I've put down.

[A beat, and he pulls in a short breath, not quite a gasp but enough that this close, Akira would hear it, and he looks at Akira with a stunned expression.] ...I didn't peg you for being interested in sadomasochism.