Ah. [The quiet sound escapes him when his hand is brought against Akira's trhoat, fingers carefully curling around the sensitive spot. He's adding a light pressure, nowhere enough to be painful or restricting but enough to be feel at least somewhat uncomfortable.

Damn adrenaline junkies.]

So. You wouldn't want me if our roles were revered? If I had been the on to triumph over you and not other way around.