[Goro's heart races within its' cage on his chest as Akira begins to to trace his hands along his body. The touch tickles a little, making him squirm a bit when the fingers travel past his sides up to his collar bones.]
It's a challenge. [He breathes out, liking his lips. A heat wave washes over Goro's face when he feels the ever so gentle pressure on his throat. He swallows air, trying to pretend that the hinted danger doesn't do a thing for him.]
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It's a challenge. [He breathes out, liking his lips. A heat wave washes over Goro's face when he feels the ever so gentle pressure on his throat. He swallows air, trying to pretend that the hinted danger doesn't do a thing for him.]
Do your worst.