[ The two of them are practically drunk on nothing more than each other; Maruki's eyes are locked on Akira's face, spellbound by watching him melting with pleasure as he takes hold of his cock and– ]

Aah–

[ It's a high, strangled sound that gets punched out of him as Akira begins to lower himself down. Both of Maruki's hands fly to his hips, doing anything he can to help steady him – but his fingers grip tight, tight, hard enough to bruise as he pants and fights the urge to rock up.

Did he tell Akira? He didn't, did he– oh, he has to now, voice thin and strained as he's slowly enveloped in that perfect slick heat. ]

I've never been on th– hah, god, on this side of things before. It's always been the other way around, and... [ Another thought cut short in favor of a whimper, his own eyes fluttering shut before snapping open again to make sure he doesn't miss more than a second of this. ] I'm glad. I'm so glad it's you.