[He exhales in a rush at the question, turns his head and bites Akira's neck through the scalloped collar of his vest. He breathes there a moment, shakily, but doesn't shift his grip, not even when Joker grinds up against him. His breath hitches, then, and then cracks into a breathy whine, and he rearranges his arms so he can lean back and fix him with a steady, if disastrously wrecked, frown.]
You can sense shadows in the area, can you not? Don't let us get ambushed. [He unhooks his legs from around Joker's hips, landing with a soft click of his heels against the floor, and for a moment he looks over Joker's shoulder into the hallway. He moves one hand to Joker's hip, licking his lower lip and looking back at Akira as his tongue vanishes back into his mouth.] ...make this quick.
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You can sense shadows in the area, can you not? Don't let us get ambushed. [He unhooks his legs from around Joker's hips, landing with a soft click of his heels against the floor, and for a moment he looks over Joker's shoulder into the hallway. He moves one hand to Joker's hip, licking his lower lip and looking back at Akira as his tongue vanishes back into his mouth.] ...make this quick.