[ Akira hasn't come, but he still takes a moment to regain himself, breathing deep into the minimally exposed parts of Akechi's neck. He strokes him through it, feels Akechi shaking and shifts so he has a good grip on Akechi's waist with his other hand. He's pretty sure, based on the sharp pinpricks of heat in his back, that Akechi's claws have broken the skin -- but he doesn't mind. If anything, it only spurs him on more; makes it harder for him to try and come down, to regain some imitation of sense. ]
I've still got you. [ Akira leans in, lets Akechi's weight rest a little more thoroughly onto him and the wall -- he understands the indignity of it, but he tries to help diminish it by virtue of letting his knee knock against Akechi's, by mouthing hot across the skin under Akechi's ear. ]
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I've still got you. [ Akira leans in, lets Akechi's weight rest a little more thoroughly onto him and the wall -- he understands the indignity of it, but he tries to help diminish it by virtue of letting his knee knock against Akechi's, by mouthing hot across the skin under Akechi's ear. ]