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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]

[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.]