[Akira doing as he's told drops straight south, and the somewhat damp air of the fake Metaverse isn't as unpleasant as Akechi expected it to be when his dick jumps a little in interest. He leans more fully against the wall as Akira stands, to keep contact from it, and purrs into the kiss, threading his clawed hand into Akira's nape.] You're a clever bastard, surprise me.
[Akechi isn't quite sure what he wants, if he's honest. He just knows it's Wrong to see Akira on his knees in front of him, in that moment-- it might be less wrong, another time, but for now, he wants him standing. He would probably love nothing more than to be lifted off the ground as he was before and impaled on what he knows Akira is hiding in dark pants, but he has the sense to know that's not feasible, currently. His hand mirrors Joker's, trailing palm-flat down the plane of his front, tilting his head.] You are a large percentage overdressed, however.
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[Akechi isn't quite sure what he wants, if he's honest. He just knows it's Wrong to see Akira on his knees in front of him, in that moment-- it might be less wrong, another time, but for now, he wants him standing. He would probably love nothing more than to be lifted off the ground as he was before and impaled on what he knows Akira is hiding in dark pants, but he has the sense to know that's not feasible, currently. His hand mirrors Joker's, trailing palm-flat down the plane of his front, tilting his head.] You are a large percentage overdressed, however.