[He isn't surprised when Akira shifts, or when he realizes why-- he figured that was at least going to become a part of the equation if it wasn't already, and a boyish part of his brain is a little flattered to discover it already present. He hums into Akira's mouth and then pulls back, folding his arms across his collarbones and smiling cattishly at him.]
Need something, Akira? [Teasing, at least, is easy even when he's a stone's throw from irrevocably rattled.]
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Need something, Akira? [Teasing, at least, is easy even when he's a stone's throw from irrevocably rattled.]