[The look that Akira gives him does manage Goro feel like he's some sort of meal, presented for the other on a silver platter. It's.. interesting how he doesn't find it detestable. Somehow, instead of being voyeuristic it's just intimate. Adoring, even. It doesn't make him want to balk at the thought of being perceived.
Goro swallows air, fingers curled tightly around the fabric of his shirt. It feels uncomfortably hot against his sweaty skin, rough against his hardened nipples. And Akira had been right, of course, the hem has ride up along his torso right above his bellybutton -- revealing the ugly mark on his side. Why had it been important to keep it on again?
After a brief moment, Goro shifts and adjust himself on the mattress, angling himself better on Akira and nods.]
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Goro swallows air, fingers curled tightly around the fabric of his shirt. It feels uncomfortably hot against his sweaty skin, rough against his hardened nipples. And Akira had been right, of course, the hem has ride up along his torso right above his bellybutton -- revealing the ugly mark on his side. Why had it been important to keep it on again?
After a brief moment, Goro shifts and adjust himself on the mattress, angling himself better on Akira and nods.]
Do it.