[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.
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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.