[Akira makes a terribly wanton sound against Goro's throat, rocking his hips into that hand and then rumbling like a giant happy cat.] Says the guy who hasn't held down a job here, [His tone is teasing, farther back in his throat than it would be without Goro's hand where it is. He sits back, skin stained pink and pupils wide, smiling at him.] Can I take off your shirt?
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