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[He doesn't check his expression, plainly fond, and plainly wanton as he tangles their fingers again.] Hi.

[Oh. Well, to be completely honest, that wasn't the expression that he had expected to see on Akira's face. But it definitely is preferred one to compared to panic and pain that he had showcased back at the shooting range.

His own lips curl up in a small, content smile and he brings their joined hands against his cheek.]

Hi. So there you are.

Mmn, [A slight, affirmative hum of sound, and he sits up and forward a little, craning to try and reach Goro's lips. It doesn't quite work, being that Goro is knelt and Akira is sitting on his butt, but the intent is clear.]

[Goro blinks his eyes when he sees Akira moving, leaning closer with his lips pursed together. Yeah, their position is a little awkward for kissing, but Goro cranes his neck up. Flexing his thigh muscles Goro pushes himself off the ground so that he can meet Akira's lips with his own.]

[And it's certainly far from their greatest kiss, but something about it is starkly tender. Their fingers twined like rope, their positions not particularly conducive to the gesture, but their mouths making it work anyway. Akira smiles, chuckling faintly.] You indulge me too much.

[In a way it does remind Goro of their first kisses. When all they did was clumsily peck their lips together, without daring to go deeper than that like a two insecure idiots that they were. There's a smile on his lips as he pulls back, but it dies rather quickly.]

Do I now? [Goro lowers himself back on the ground and places his head on Akira's lap.]

..Sometimes I think you are the one indulging me. [Because sometimes he feels it's the opposite. Akira had came to the shooting range to see him. And hadn't he asked Goro to teach him how to shoot a gun properly because it's something he likes. So taalk about indulging...]

[Akira settles back in how he's sitting to allow Goro to rest in his lap, immediately moving his free hand to running through his hair.]

Mmn, maybe we indulge each other, then.

Mmm.. [Goro hums, reaching out to touch Akira's wrist with his hand. The cold fingers curls inside the sleeve of his shirt, seeking the warmth skin.]

You're such a diplomat.

[He surreptitiously encourages the motion by shifting his hand closer, pushing Goro's fingers further into his sleeve.]

I never was much for politics.

I'm glad you weren't. [He admits, the tip of fingers locate Akira's pulse. It's really not such a shocking confession or anything, considering his own past relationship with politics. Goro, himself, would rather burn it all down than to look for a neutral solution or whatsoever.]

Besides, [He turns his head to look up at Akira's eyes,] A Phantom Thief is much more romantic.

[His hum drops lower in his chest at Goro's touch to his pulse point-- something about it is starkly intimate. When Goro looks up and their eyes meet, he folds forward into his own lap to kiss him, upside-down.]

--Nnnhh, [Goro mumbles a surprised sound. What is this half-ass spiderman kiss? He tries to answer to kiss, but seeing how awkward their position is making the whole thing, he gives up rather soon. Curling his back Goro withdraws from Akira's lap and then scuffles back on his feet. The cold hands reaches down to rest on the back of Akira's neck, pulling the other's body closer to his as he places both of his legs on each side if Akira's knees.]

How come you're always so warm.

[Akira makes a vague sound of protest as he's dragged sideways, but the position they wind up in is quite certainly Fine, so he just lets his hands find and rest on Goro's thighs.] Human space heater.

Yet I could swear seeing you getting cold at Tokyo.

[The memory of Akira standing in the Kichijoji near the Penguin Sniper and trying to warm up his cold fingers is living rent free in Goro's head. Just like many other subtle mannerisms that his boyfriend was prone. Somehow, he had expected him to be the same as him, weak against cold. But once they had began to share touches and get to know each other's body in an intimate manner he had learned just how wrong he had been.

Not that he's complaining. It's admittedly nice to have someone warm as Akira next to him. A person who turn to when the coldness of his own mind and body are too much.

Goro presses Akira's face further against this clothed abdomen, hugging him like a pillow.]

[He laughs softly, burrowing against Goro's middle and curling his arms forward to hold him tighter.] That was different.

[The fingers curls around Akira's messy locks, gently pulling his hair to give him a small sting on the scalp.]

How so? Don't tell me you're carrying heated pads in your pocket.

That'd be convenient, wouldn't it...,

[He angles himself to set his chin against Goro's body, looking up at him with a lazy smile.] Hi.

[Goro settles on giving Akira a sly smile. Fine, keep your secrets and so on.

When he turns to look up at him, Goro retracts his left hand from Akira's hair, bringing it to cups his face. A curious thumb moves along his cheek, sliding along the smooth skin to the corner of his mouth.]

What are you thinking?

[He just hums a moment, closing his eyes.] It's pretty quiet right here.

Yes, I believe everyone is still at the shooting range. [it is a little amazing how none of the ruckus from there reaches the safe haven that they've found themselves in. There's is only quiet sound of a bird singing in the distance and soft murmur of the spring. ]

It's not a bad spot.

[Akira draws his arms up around Goro and squeezes him, briefly, rubbing his face into his stomach like a cat.] 's nice, to be here with just you. [He is trying to prevent impure thoughts.]

[Oh, Goro can tell what you're thinking. Or trying not to think. His hand slides from cradling Akira's cheek to his chin, fingers mapping around the shape of his jawline as he tries to keep their eye contact.]

I can tell that.

[He rumbles another hummed sound, one Goro would feel more than hear, and blinks slowly like a cat.] What are you thinking...?

[There is one of his signature smug grins on Goro's lips as he continues feeling Akira's skin with his fingertips.]

You. [Simple as that. Akira has his full, intense focus right now. The red eyes look down at the grey ones, studying the depth of them, paying attention to any subtle changes in his demeanor, from the heartbeat to tone of his breathing.]

[Immediately, Goro will see the way his pupils expand. He pulls his lower lip into his mouth briefly, then rubs it against his upper, and lets heat creep into his skin with an oddly shy smile.] Yeah? Tell me more.

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