[That response somehow manages to rouse anger within him. Okay, "somehow" is unnecessary, he's always angry and that jazz.
But how dare Akira get frustrated with him when he's actually trying his best to be honest here. To piece last nights events together into a coherent picture. Right now everything is so confusing and he doesn't know how to make sense of things. Would Akira really prefer him to lie? Tightening his grip around the thermos he lifts it and takes the last sip of the hot beverage. He lifts his head to look at the back of Akira's neck and the urge to throw the empty thermos at him is really strong.
Instead he sets it on the night stand, scuffles out of bed and walks to kitchen. His good arm snakes around Akira's waist as he pressed his own body closer from the behind, trapping him between his chest and the kitchen counter. Then, he leans to press a not-so-light kiss on the back of Akira's neck.
Yeah, he's angry. If this is what Akira wanted then fine.]
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But how dare Akira get frustrated with him when he's actually trying his best to be honest here. To piece last nights events together into a coherent picture. Right now everything is so confusing and he doesn't know how to make sense of things. Would Akira really prefer him to lie? Tightening his grip around the thermos he lifts it and takes the last sip of the hot beverage. He lifts his head to look at the back of Akira's neck and the urge to throw the empty thermos at him is really strong.
Instead he sets it on the night stand, scuffles out of bed and walks to kitchen. His good arm snakes around Akira's waist as he pressed his own body closer from the behind, trapping him between his chest and the kitchen counter. Then, he leans to press a not-so-light kiss on the back of Akira's neck.
Yeah, he's angry. If this is what Akira wanted then fine.]