[He's like a feral animal, really he is. His hand stays put even with Akira's hips jerking slightly, and he sticks his tongue out of his mouth, licks his lips and then pulls the lower into his mouth, biting down on it. It forces him to breathe through his nose, which exacerbates the shallowness to his breath, because it's noisier, and he pulls taut like a spring.]

[He shuffles, carefully, not taking his eyes off where his hand meets the front of Akira's jeans, and situates himself to carefully perch on his knees in the small gap of mattress between Akira's thighs. He nods, once and then a few times, but when he rubs his palm forward his eyes mist over.] I don't know why I can't do this. I want this, you want this-- [But he splays his hand under Akira's and recoils, unfolding his legs to stand and shuffle a few steps backward.] Don't-- stay there, stay, I'll. I'll get myself under control.