[ Really, it's ridiculous of him. It's patently absurd to reel himself back and think he was being too familiar, too quickly with a man who he's found himself in such a compromising position with – more than that, a man he's so terribly smitten with, in defiance of every initial instinct that told him otherwise. To decide a given name is a step too far when he has Akira fully bared atop him, working himself open and still managing to spill over with praise for him – it's fucking comical. Maruki is more than aware.
And that stupid trepidation is rendered obsolete in the time it takes for Akira to lean down and breathe his own name hot against his ear.
A gasp gets caught in his throat. One hand flies up to clutch at the back of Akira's head, fingers threading through his hair as he turns his cheek to try to kiss any part of his face he can reach, feverish with affection and desire.
One day, Akira will know just how long it's been since anyone cared for him enough to call him that.
For now, the only thing that matters is rocking up against this baffling, fascinating, lovely man, trying to capture his lips again, and whispering through every attempt: ]
DERANGED BARKING
And that stupid trepidation is rendered obsolete in the time it takes for Akira to lean down and breathe his own name hot against his ear.
A gasp gets caught in his throat. One hand flies up to clutch at the back of Akira's head, fingers threading through his hair as he turns his cheek to try to kiss any part of his face he can reach, feverish with affection and desire.
One day, Akira will know just how long it's been since anyone cared for him enough to call him that.
For now, the only thing that matters is rocking up against this baffling, fascinating, lovely man, trying to capture his lips again, and whispering through every attempt: ]
Akira... Akira.
[ Maruki will say it as many times as he wants. ]