[The fine hair on the back of his neck stands up when Akira traces after the lacy pattern. He really has to hold himself back from bucking his hips up and directing those fingers to his already weeping cock.]

Maybe I hoped our practice at the casino had given you enough self-restraint. [Goro summons another smug grin to his lips, despite his disheveled state.] This is for you, Akira. So you can't just throw it back at me.