It isn't your fault I thought I was and instigated. [His hand smooths backward and then up, fingers threading into his hair.] ...here. [He retracts his hand, shifting and getting up-- he walks to the shelf beside the bed and claims a box of tissues, bringing it back over with him. He seems to have no issue with cleanup, even when it leads to a brief swipe over Akira's spent dick, followed by the floor. He gets two clean tissues, wipes down his own hand, and then gets another two and holds his out for Akira's.] Give me your hand.
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It isn't your fault I thought I was and instigated. [His hand smooths backward and then up, fingers threading into his hair.] ...here. [He retracts his hand, shifting and getting up-- he walks to the shelf beside the bed and claims a box of tissues, bringing it back over with him. He seems to have no issue with cleanup, even when it leads to a brief swipe over Akira's spent dick, followed by the floor. He gets two clean tissues, wipes down his own hand, and then gets another two and holds his out for Akira's.] Give me your hand.