[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.]
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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.]