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

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[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.]