[He's still not... calm, by any means, his breathing still shallow, but he's focusing on Akira more than the incessant buzzing in his skull. He sucks in a breath and exhales, still against Akira's ear, craning his neck down just enough to mouth at the lobe below. It's a curious touch, because he feels like he should be touching him, and understands where Akira would prefer him to but can't quite connect the synapses firing like small explosives to move his hand more than continuing to knead against his hip.] ...that's one thing to call it. Do you-- um. Do you want me to talk...? [He doesn't know how to even begin to approach the etiquette of letting someone you've been filing into the role of "boyfriend" jack themselves off in your lap.]
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