[ Akira leans back in. He lets Akechi curl, slightly, but moves so he's curling into Akira; when Akira moves, it's to slide his hand back into Akechi's hair, to hold onto him. He kisses him again, but it's lingering and sweet, that heat melting into something else entirely as Akira slowly manages to rebalance himself.
It's only once he feels like he has his head on a little stronger that he finally looks back at Akechi. ]
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It's only once he feels like he has his head on a little stronger that he finally looks back at Akechi. ]
We should stop anyway. The cafe is still open.