[He affords him that, his grin sharpening.] I bet so.
[He has made himself intimately aware of the feel of Goro's ass since he's been granted permission to handle it, so when he presses his hips up to rub back, the fabric of the lingerie is Strange, and Akira's brows pinch. He slides his hands up his thighs and out, running his fingertips curiously against the partyline. He looks up, expression questioning. Got something to share with the class, Goro?]
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[He has made himself intimately aware of the feel of Goro's ass since he's been granted permission to handle it, so when he presses his hips up to rub back, the fabric of the lingerie is Strange, and Akira's brows pinch. He slides his hands up his thighs and out, running his fingertips curiously against the partyline. He looks up, expression questioning. Got something to share with the class, Goro?]