[Akechi tilts his head slightly to the side, avoid smashing their noses together. Although, that probably wasn't going to happen seeing how careful Akira was being with him -- a stark contrast to their prior, heated and hurried kisses where they had clung on each other, as if fearing that the time would run out.]

Asshole. [He whispers against Akira's lips as he meets them for each kiss, chasing after the subtle aftertaste of the coffee.] I want a bookshelf. One not made of dark wood. [He murmurs and kisses him again, this time he moves hand behind back of Akira's head to pull him even more closer.] And no strongly scented items. [Kiss, kiss.] And don't even think about matching coffee cups or other gross shit.