[The touch on his back is strangely soothing despite the nature of their contact, and he settles against him for a moment until he speaks. Rumbling a chuckle, Akira is quick-- but not too quick --to comply.]
[He crawls backward off his lap and drags a pillow from the couch with him, sitting on his knees atop it. Somehow, the flush to his skin and want in his eyes is deepened by the commands.]
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[He crawls backward off his lap and drags a pillow from the couch with him, sitting on his knees atop it. Somehow, the flush to his skin and want in his eyes is deepened by the commands.]