[Cold shivers runs along his spine when Akira's hands return to him after being absent so long. His lips curl up into a playful smile when the clever fingers undoes the his bra in such used manner. He almost makes a playful comment about the all potential underwear and bras he's taken off before, but decides against it. Somehow it seems like it wouldn't be suited here, not when he feel Akira's love and adoration in the way he slips the straps past over his shoulders, as if he was something to be protected.]
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...And you're mine.