[He's dully impressed with himself for letting this happen. Because he does like it-- the kisses that morph into bites, the way he can feel him pulling blood toward the surface so they bruise a deep purplish burgundy, the way he could only hide them completely with very precise concealer or a scarf. A particular bite has him shifting unconsciously, writhing on the futon beneath Akira and exhaling in a rush of air that he has to consciously keep sound out of. The hand not braced on Akira's arm finds and kneads at the sheets, grasping and pulling for some sort of constant motion.]
[Akira's knee draws a gasp out of him and he goes tense and still, uncertain and letting his heartbeat flood his ears. He allowed for this, he started this by challenging Akira with a time limit. Akira said he was trusting him to stop if he needed, but does he, really? If he instigated, doesn't that mean he really just wants it after all?]
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[Akira's knee draws a gasp out of him and he goes tense and still, uncertain and letting his heartbeat flood his ears. He allowed for this, he started this by challenging Akira with a time limit. Akira said he was trusting him to stop if he needed, but does he, really? If he instigated, doesn't that mean he really just wants it after all?]