Your asshole, [He admonishes gently, laughing into the kiss at his sudden demands.] I can build us a bookshelf..., [Kiss. He lingers a moment, on this one.] Coffee is about as strong as I go. [Pulling back, he grins cattishly, wrinkling his nose.] Too late, I already have one like the one I got you for your birthday.
In your dreams, loser. [Insults are definitely words of endearment, right? At least between rivals. Akechi keeps kissing him between words, unable to keep himself from grinning -- this situation is pretty silly. And he's just almost too greedy to let Akira pull away from the contact.] I'll smash them. [No he won't. It's an empty threat.]
[Just a rumbled chuckle in his throat, and he keeps with the pacing of the lighter kisses until Akechi makes his thread, empty or not. He pauses, drawing away just enough to have space between their lips, and then presses forward with a bit more fervor, prying Akechi's mouth open by slowly opening his own against his lips and immediately seeking to taste.]
[It's short-lived, however, when after a scant few seconds of sucking on the end of Akechi's tongue he pulls back.] You won't.
[Without even thinking of it, Akechi inhales deep as he parts his lips and welcomes Akira in -- kissing back with eagerly while allowing the other one take lead. There's a soft moan forming, trying to escape within him along with a pleased sigh.
..But then Akira pulls back. Akechi presses his lips into a dissatisfied line. Fucking tease.] Try and stop me. [And with that he leans back in, taking Akira's bottom lip between his teeth. His bite isn't strong enough to actually hurt but it should sting a bit.]
[He just chuckles again, the sound a crackling rumble in his chest as Akechi takes his lip between his teeth, and he finally closes his eyes and releases his hand in favor of reaching up to carefully set a hand at his jawline. He presses past the biting teeth, then, opening his mouth and pressing, staying this time.]
[Hey! Don't laugh at him, he's being totally serious here! Okay, he can't help but meet Akira's chuckles with a quiet, amused huff of a laughter. He, too, closes his eyes and tightens his own hold behind Akira's neck pulling him in as he let's go off the lip - welcoming yet another kiss.
This time, he makes sure to appreciate the longevity of it, forcing the rest of his world to slow down as his curious tongue pushes to meet Akira's. To think he used to find this gross not too long ago.
He's almost off his seat, crouching over the small coffee table that dares to separate them from each other. Really, if he pushes further he might as well climb on top of the damn thing.]
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[It's short-lived, however, when after a scant few seconds of sucking on the end of Akechi's tongue he pulls back.] You won't.
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..But then Akira pulls back. Akechi presses his lips into a dissatisfied line. Fucking tease.] Try and stop me. [And with that he leans back in, taking Akira's bottom lip between his teeth. His bite isn't strong enough to actually hurt but it should sting a bit.]
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This time, he makes sure to appreciate the longevity of it, forcing the rest of his world to slow down as his curious tongue pushes to meet Akira's. To think he used to find this gross not too long ago.
He's almost off his seat, crouching over the small coffee table that dares to separate them from each other. Really, if he pushes further he might as well climb on top of the damn thing.]