[Akira is a devastatingly loving person. He loves hard, with his whole being, with a soul too big for his body, a heart enough to save Tokyo and the world besides more times than most with his history would even think about. It's a vicious outpouring of affection, and one he fears will be too much for someone like Goro, who has been so conditioned to push everyone away before they can hurt him, rather than considering letting them in. But Akira is nothing if not tenacious, and patient, in a way that even surprises himself, sometimes.]
[His eyes crease nearly closed in the outer corners, the smile more there than on his lips, and he moves his hands up from Goro's throat to frame his face.] You're the only match for me. [Sorry Goro, he's ignoring the potential for anyone seeing them in favor of pressing a startlingly chaste kiss to his lips.]
[If it wasn't for that stubborn and patient love of his they most likely would have burned out long time ago. They're both hot headed and prone to clash against each other, their own inner flames swallowing each other whole. If it wasn't for Akira's natural talent to be able to soothe them before the fire got out of their hands. To calm and nurture their love when Goro himself saw it hopeless.]
--I, [He starts but whatever he's about to say is cut off by the almost shy press of lips against of his own.]
[He sits back mostly-straight (""mostly"", given his posture, is not straight at all) and lets his hands drape over his own thighs, fingers twining between his knees.] Yeah? If you are, I am.
Pretty lengthy concussion, buddy, you might wanna get that checked.
[The smile Does Things to Akira's insides, and he returns something he tries to make less than disgustingly fond, nodding and standing to join him. For a moment he's startled by the stark height difference his heels give him, but he opts to use it to his advantage, reaching out with one hand to hold Goro still as he gently presses his lips to his hairline.] Anytime you want.
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sappy soppy heartfelt gay what the fuck
[His eyes crease nearly closed in the outer corners, the smile more there than on his lips, and he moves his hands up from Goro's throat to frame his face.] You're the only match for me. [Sorry Goro, he's ignoring the potential for anyone seeing them in favor of pressing a startlingly chaste kiss to his lips.]
oh gross... they are at it again
--I, [He starts but whatever he's about to say is cut off by the almost shy press of lips against of his own.]
You are an insufferable sap.
:weary: disgUSTAN
Guilty.
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I honestly sometimes wonder why I even like you. [He groans, knowing fully the answer.]
I think I'm good to go back. What about you?
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[He sits back mostly-straight (""mostly"", given his posture, is not straight at all) and lets his hands drape over his own thighs, fingers twining between his knees.] Yeah? If you are, I am.
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[He huffs, completely deadpan.
With Akira's affirmation Akechi picks up his discarded mask from the side and stands up, casting his partner an affectionate smile.]
In that case I thank you for the most enjoyable night. We should do this again.
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[The smile Does Things to Akira's insides, and he returns something he tries to make less than disgustingly fond, nodding and standing to join him. For a moment he's startled by the stark height difference his heels give him, but he opts to use it to his advantage, reaching out with one hand to hold Goro still as he gently presses his lips to his hairline.] Anytime you want.