[He doesn't want to admit that the permission, however casually it's given, is what pushes him clear over, and he strikes forward to bury his face in Akira's neck and yowl like an alleycat, because he can't watch the mess he makes on Joker's glove.]
[Its entirely possible he pops more seams on his coat from the way he grips his shoulder through it, possible he knicks his skin with his claws, but he whites out entirely with the force of being jerked off in a damp corner of a fake Metaverse by a boy he won't admit he's been in love with for almost a year.]
[As he floats back to earth, he makes a sound not unlike a sob, still clinging and overall shaking, but he's fine-- it's just the gravity of it all making him vibrate out of his own skin.] Akira-- fuck, I can't stand up. [He's clung onto him so it doesn't matter, really, and he knows Joker's got him, but it's he indignance of it.]
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[Its entirely possible he pops more seams on his coat from the way he grips his shoulder through it, possible he knicks his skin with his claws, but he whites out entirely with the force of being jerked off in a damp corner of a fake Metaverse by a boy he won't admit he's been in love with for almost a year.]
[As he floats back to earth, he makes a sound not unlike a sob, still clinging and overall shaking, but he's fine-- it's just the gravity of it all making him vibrate out of his own skin.] Akira-- fuck, I can't stand up. [He's clung onto him so it doesn't matter, really, and he knows Joker's got him, but it's he indignance of it.]