How sweet. [He mumbles, and his voice is all throat, gummed up in his diaphragm even after so little contact. He trails his fingers down Akira's ribs, drumming the claws as he goes and keeping his head set back against the wall, making the way his hips cant into Akira's hand press him forward from where it's placed. He hums, then, shifting his feet so he can hook one ankle behind Joker's again, simultaneously jutting his hips forward and pulling him closer as his hands come to rest on his hips, thumbs tracing inward toward the series of buttons keeping his pants fastened to him.]
[He considers undoing them normally for a moment, but throws that aside when a seam of Akira's glove drags against the too-sensitive skin of his dick, slashing his thumb downward almost unintentionally with a harsh exhale.]
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[He considers undoing them normally for a moment, but throws that aside when a seam of Akira's glove drags against the too-sensitive skin of his dick, slashing his thumb downward almost unintentionally with a harsh exhale.]