[ Any time Maruki's hands move over that skin, unmarked by eyes but certainly not unblemished, he takes quiet, careful note. He and Akira are awfully similar in some ways – he may not get as overexcited about it, but Maruki does want to know every last little thing about him. Sometime, he'd like to just lay in bed with Akira, do nothing more than touch and talk.
Now, though–
That little nip makes Maruki's gentle wandering touch turn into clutching around his ribs, jaw going slack again. He nods dumbly, just in case any of those eyes are watching, and grinds down harder against Akira for emphasis. ]
Y-you can do that. [ A beat, and then a returned nip to Akira's lower lip for emphasis. ] You can do more. Whatever you want, I mean that.
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Now, though–
That little nip makes Maruki's gentle wandering touch turn into clutching around his ribs, jaw going slack again. He nods dumbly, just in case any of those eyes are watching, and grinds down harder against Akira for emphasis. ]
Y-you can do that. [ A beat, and then a returned nip to Akira's lower lip for emphasis. ] You can do more. Whatever you want, I mean that.