Says you. I think we were both pretty excited by the game, between you and me.
[Mumbled right against Akira's skin still, mouth unwilling to move too far. He's not even going to stop suckling under his jaw until it feels like every inch is wet and puffy with hickeys (at least in his brain), laving his tongue out as he mouths his way down bit by bit.
Yeah. This was absolutely the best course of action to take. Sure, work's treating him like shit now, and he might even cop a bit of heat for not quite finishing his beat today, but like. Fuck it. This is just as good as a great fight, even if he's less sure of his skills in the sack than in the streets. But swinging a sword's never gotten someone flicking his nipple before, has it?
Which, by the way, gets him a little louder than he'd like, inspires the ultimate move: prosthetic hand no longer best friends with Akira's spine. Now slapping and kneading at his ass is the prosthesis' best friend etc etc.]
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[Mumbled right against Akira's skin still, mouth unwilling to move too far. He's not even going to stop suckling under his jaw until it feels like every inch is wet and puffy with hickeys (at least in his brain), laving his tongue out as he mouths his way down bit by bit.
Yeah. This was absolutely the best course of action to take. Sure, work's treating him like shit now, and he might even cop a bit of heat for not quite finishing his beat today, but like. Fuck it. This is just as good as a great fight, even if he's less sure of his skills in the sack than in the streets. But swinging a sword's never gotten someone flicking his nipple before, has it?
Which, by the way, gets him a little louder than he'd like, inspires the ultimate move: prosthetic hand no longer best friends with Akira's spine. Now slapping and kneading at his ass is the prosthesis' best friend etc etc.]