[ OH, OKAY. So he wasn't able to escape the attention on him after all, even with Akira being the main attraction at the moment! The noise that escapes from Maruki is half startled yelp, half disbelieving laugh – it's patently absurd, as Akira is on display all strong and lithe, straddling him and opening himself up so brazenly, that they're talking about him.

But there those are eyes, trained inexorably on Maruki.

That blush, somewhat abated earlier, rises back to the surface and begins to travel down his chest. The hand not caught by Akira wanders up to trace delicate fingers along one of the jagged scars. ]

You ought to take a good look at yourself before you say things like that! I never pictured you like this, Ak– ah, um, Takahashi, but you're a vision, really...