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[doublecrowss]

 "You've reached Akechi! You can leave a message, but please don't use any colorful language, okay?"

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[theshowsover]

[Such a tease! But alright, if that's the way he wants to play it, Akira can match him just fine.

And so, he nods, sitting down on the bed and pulling his glasses off to set aside, before spreading out his legs and wiggling to get comfy.]

Yep. Pretty nice.

[Your move, Akechi - what do you want to do now?]

[doublecrowss]

[ Honestly? He wants to make very good use of that leg spread. Alas, he still has to play the (teasing) role of the good boy, so. ]

I'm glad you think so.

[ Keeping his (obviously fake) innocent smile in place, he follows suit after Akira and joins him in their makeshift bed, wiggling a bit as though testing his handiwork. Not bad, indeed. ]

This is what you wished for, isn't it?

[ Well. They have their place now, but it's still missing one specific part of that wish. And he's still leaving that to Akira, too. ]

[theshowsover]

[Akira is torn between trying to push Akechi into asking for it or just getting on with it, but in the end, his own desire wins out. Who knows how long Akechi could keep this up for, and he's ready to move on to the main event.

So he rolls over up onto his knees, kneeling over Akechi, eyes wide behind his glasses.]

There was a pretty key part of that wish we're still missing.

[And he knows Akechi knows what that was.]

[doublecrowss]

[ Akechi could probably keep it up for quite some time, so given the state of Akira's raging hormones, this is the better option. ]

Oh, right. The other part of your wish.

[ Said in all pretense of nonchalance, like he had forgotten for a minute. Still a piece of shit, for that little bit longer.

And just as casual as before, he takes a hand up, lets it sneak underneath Akira's shirt and sweater to stroke warm, warm skin, trailing an idle path up and down in between his pecs. ]

How do you want to do this?

[ It's ambiguous, but whatever answer he gets will be good enough of a start.He just wants to hear Akira say it. ]

[theshowsover]

[Oh, that feels nice...

Akira's eyes flutter shut for a moment, like a cat receiving some particularly good petting.]

I'm not the only one this is for.

[If he has to say embarrassing things, so does Akechi!]

But I think...

[He opens his eyes again, halfway, though he doesn't look at Akechi.]

I'd rather be... underneath you.

[He's going to die.]