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[It's a little strange, to be looked after, he thinks. He's always been so resistant to it, because he's so used to taking care of himself, and taking care of everyone else before even considering his own needs, so he's truthfully not certain how to act, here. He shuffles around with Sumire's movements, mindful of her, and winds up hunched carefully with one arm over her waist and the other curled against his own chest. He ducks his head to use that hand to pull off his glasses, shifting to fold them and set them aside, settling back to intermittently watch her and look away, like he isn't sure where to look.]
[To be fair, he's not entirely sure what his intentions are either at the moment and just what he's trying find within the ocean of grey. Maybe, for once there isn't need for any contemplative plans or schemes. Maybe, just maybe it's ok to stop with his constant mental 5D chess and let go.
A beat, then another. Akechi's hand moves from Akira's side to back of his neck and pulls him down closer, brushing their lips together.]
A beat, then another. Akechi's hand moves from Akira's side to back of his neck and pulls him down closer, brushing their lips together.]
[Of all the things he could have anticipated coming out of this interaction, the most chaste and hesitant of kisses initiated by Akechi had not been one of them.]
[For only a second, his eyes just go wide, his pupils shrinking in alarm, and he draws in an aborted breath. When his brain processes lips, his eyes immediately flutter closed, and he tilts his head just so, pressing his own lips forward. He keeps them closed, keeps it gentle, and nuzzles with his nose gently after. He stays close, their breath mingling, and opens his eyes again to search Akechi's for doubt, for regret. He still doesn't speak.]
[For only a second, his eyes just go wide, his pupils shrinking in alarm, and he draws in an aborted breath. When his brain processes lips, his eyes immediately flutter closed, and he tilts his head just so, pressing his own lips forward. He keeps them closed, keeps it gentle, and nuzzles with his nose gently after. He stays close, their breath mingling, and opens his eyes again to search Akechi's for doubt, for regret. He still doesn't speak.]
[There's a moment when Akechi almost forgets to breathe, the air freezing still inside his lungs. It's only when a feels a light pressure pooling up he realizes to exhale.]
Ha... [He huffs out warm air against Akira's lips and almost immediately pushes back in, sealing the gap between them.
Some could probably argue that this barely counts as a kissing. Lips closed and motionless, lacking the passion and fire. Really, they're like two kids, fumbling around awkwardly in a middle school dance or something along those lines.
But despite all of that his eyes don't reflect any hesitation or fear as he continues to pressing forward, trying to increase the intensity of their kiss through force.]
Ha... [He huffs out warm air against Akira's lips and almost immediately pushes back in, sealing the gap between them.
Some could probably argue that this barely counts as a kissing. Lips closed and motionless, lacking the passion and fire. Really, they're like two kids, fumbling around awkwardly in a middle school dance or something along those lines.
But despite all of that his eyes don't reflect any hesitation or fear as he continues to pressing forward, trying to increase the intensity of their kiss through force.]
[Excuse Akira as he ascends into the fucking stratosphere.]
[Akechi has instigated a kiss not once, but twice, coming back with more gusto the second time. There's no way the first could have been an accident, now. His heartbeat ratchets up into his throat, but he draws his hands to Akechi's jaw and holds him gently still, pressing into him. It's insane, he realizes, how long he's wanted to do this.]
[Akechi has instigated a kiss not once, but twice, coming back with more gusto the second time. There's no way the first could have been an accident, now. His heartbeat ratchets up into his throat, but he draws his hands to Akechi's jaw and holds him gently still, pressing into him. It's insane, he realizes, how long he's wanted to do this.]
[she follows his lead to remove her glasses so she can lay her head down more comfortably. It's... odd. She feels a little anxious and shy about this, but she's never seen Akira look so...bashful??
Sumi watches him for a few seconds, feeling her own heartbeat starting to speed up.] Is... is something wrong? Um, if this is too awkward, or if it's because of me, or something, I-I can go--
Sumi watches him for a few seconds, feeling her own heartbeat starting to speed up.] Is... is something wrong? Um, if this is too awkward, or if it's because of me, or something, I-I can go--
[Akechi uses this as an opportunity to wrap his arm around Akira's shoulders and pull him closer. The mattress shifts under their weight as he encourages his rival to climb on top of him, giving them both a better access to each other.
He keeps pressing quick, rough and hungry kisses on Akira's lips, bumping their noses awkwardly together each time. Then, he eventually just sags against the mattress, exhausted and breathing heavily. The earlier heated flush has gained a darker shade of red and spread all around his face, reaching up to his ears. Panting heavily, a pair of feverish eyes keep peeking at Akira behind the sweaty curls.]
He keeps pressing quick, rough and hungry kisses on Akira's lips, bumping their noses awkwardly together each time. Then, he eventually just sags against the mattress, exhausted and breathing heavily. The earlier heated flush has gained a darker shade of red and spread all around his face, reaching up to his ears. Panting heavily, a pair of feverish eyes keep peeking at Akira behind the sweaty curls.]
[He moves accordingly, spurred by Akechi's continued contact to take charge. He sits on his hips, similarly to how he had outside, but with a different sort of weight to it, and matches him peck for peck until Goro sags backward, panting.]
[Akira takes that moment to put their foreheads together and gauge his temperature again, nosing at him like a cat and then sitting back on his haunches.] Easy, tiger. You'll boil your brain like an egg.
[Akira takes that moment to put their foreheads together and gauge his temperature again, nosing at him like a cat and then sitting back on his haunches.] Easy, tiger. You'll boil your brain like an egg.
[Yeah, the fever isn't going down anytime soon. He's still burning up with droplets of cold sweat forming on the back of his neck. But Akechi doesn't let that hold him back. He reaches to grab the front of Akira's yukata and pulls him closer, giving his dry and chapped lips a quick lick.]
Don't--- ha, don't be stupid. [He pants out, chest raising heavily up and down as he catches his breath, looking almost uncharacteristically meek under Akira.] Hah.. you just can't keep up.
Don't--- ha, don't be stupid. [He pants out, chest raising heavily up and down as he catches his breath, looking almost uncharacteristically meek under Akira.] Hah.. you just can't keep up.
[Akira sighs, laughing softly and settling, folding his arms over Akechi's chest and draping across him like a cat.]
No, I could. You can't, because you're not at your best right now. So it's not a fair competition. [He reaches out to brush his hair off his face, looking at him carefully.] ...have to wonder if you even meant to start that, or if your brain's already boiled.
No, I could. You can't, because you're not at your best right now. So it's not a fair competition. [He reaches out to brush his hair off his face, looking at him carefully.] ...have to wonder if you even meant to start that, or if your brain's already boiled.
[He's about to huff a protest at Akira, that he's always at his best (though, if he were to stop and think he'd realize that Akira is right) no matter of his condition, but is stopped by the latter part of his musings.
Akechi looks up, confused as if he didn't understand what's the issue.]
You didn't like it?
Akechi looks up, confused as if he didn't understand what's the issue.]
You didn't like it?
Mmnnn.. [Akechi hums and closes his eyes, leaning to the touch.]
You're hard to please. [Pot, kettle. But furthermore:] I give you what you want and you're still not satisfied.
You're hard to please. [Pot, kettle. But furthermore:] I give you what you want and you're still not satisfied.
Edited 2023-05-11 22:08 (UTC)
Huh? [she repeats again. Like... the chicken on the farm Shinji had named Scramble...?]
Oh, no, or like... maybe? [Okay, like the Tokyo Scramble. She hums thoughtfully, trying to imagine it.] I wonder if there's anyone else like us. [She flaps her hand tiredly to indicate the two of them -- wildcards.] If it's like a crossroads like that, maybe there are others who could show up, too...?
[It makes her head hurt to think about, honestly.]
Oh, no, or like... maybe? [Okay, like the Tokyo Scramble. She hums thoughtfully, trying to imagine it.] I wonder if there's anyone else like us. [She flaps her hand tiredly to indicate the two of them -- wildcards.] If it's like a crossroads like that, maybe there are others who could show up, too...?
[It makes her head hurt to think about, honestly.]
Uh-huh. [he keeps mumbling a response. really, if he falls asleep here you can only blame yourself for making it too comfortable, akira!
He slowly opens his eyes at the tapping on his jaw. He turns to face Akira's way, briefly staring at him before closing his eyes.]
He slowly opens his eyes at the tapping on his jaw. He turns to face Akira's way, briefly staring at him before closing his eyes.]
You make it sound like the whole thing was an accident.
[She rolls over, just a little with a soft noise of protest as she pillows her head in her arm and gazes at him. That's... a lot different than it was for her.]
SEES already existed before I even came back to Tatsumi Port Island. The night after I arrived at the dorm, a big Shadow attacked the building. I was able to grab an Evoker and...
[She raises two fingers to her temple in the form of a gun and "fires" it, tilting her head with the imaginary recoil. She's leaving out the fear and the dread and yet, the desire to see what would happen if she pulled that trigger. The acceptance that if it didn't work, she'd die.
She just shrugs.]
Since I had the potential, they wanted me on the team.
[She rolls over, just a little with a soft noise of protest as she pillows her head in her arm and gazes at him. That's... a lot different than it was for her.]
SEES already existed before I even came back to Tatsumi Port Island. The night after I arrived at the dorm, a big Shadow attacked the building. I was able to grab an Evoker and...
[She raises two fingers to her temple in the form of a gun and "fires" it, tilting her head with the imaginary recoil. She's leaving out the fear and the dread and yet, the desire to see what would happen if she pulled that trigger. The acceptance that if it didn't work, she'd die.
She just shrugs.]
Since I had the potential, they wanted me on the team.
Kinda was. I had no idea what I was doing, and then suddenly I was leading a whole rag tag group of misfits.
[He watches her pantomime the Evoker and frowns, sitting up.] Whoa whoa, wait. You shoot yourself in the head with that thing? [He gestures toward her leg, where he last saw the Evoker at the party.]
[He watches her pantomime the Evoker and frowns, sitting up.] Whoa whoa, wait. You shoot yourself in the head with that thing? [He gestures toward her leg, where he last saw the Evoker at the party.]
[He smiles, hopelessly fond that Akechi is allowing him to see him in this state, groggy and feverish and human, and cranes his neck forward. Carefully, he taps his lips over the corner of Akechi's, and then smooths a hand over his hair.]
Sleep some, yeah? We'll talk about this later.
Sleep some, yeah? We'll talk about this later.
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