[Akira just exhales softly against him, continuing to probe with his tongue-- it's not like he can really explain what he's doing, with it where it is. So he just presses forward with it, searching, until-- there. He finds his prostate, reaching both hands to the jut of his hips and pulling him backward a little farther so he can reach it better, and lathes his tongue against it incessantly.]
wrong kind of bread lol