[His expression pulls into a grimace and he holds his breath again, letting it shake out of him like a quiet sob even if he hasn't completely started crying.] Okay-- okay. [He tries steadying his breath, fails a number of times, but eventually evens out to where he can take in a full lungful of air without it breaking off into a shuddering exhale before he can stop it.] You can..., [He reaches out, doesn't touch but splays his hand near Akira's jeans.] Would... If I can't... actively, would you just... [Can he make his hand a fleshlight for you to fuck, Akira, will that work,]
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