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.
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Date: 2024-03-02 08:40 pm (UTC)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.