[ His lips follow after Akira's as he withdraws, trying to catch his mouth in another, more sure kiss. Of course, the angle is slightly awkward and the glasses get in the way, but he doesn't seem to be complaining.
He gives him the room he needs to remove the glasses and even helps by grabbing for them and tossing them aside on the bed himself. He can't even give him the satisfaction of what would definitely be an indignant response to his observation ("Ain't that what we agreed on doing?") .
He murmurs his name quietly against his lips as fingers cup over the curve of his neck. Ryuji adjusts himself and displaces his balance, letting most of his weight settle against Akira's body in hopes of making him lay back more against the bed. His free hand slides over the angle of his jaw, finding a path to his brow and raking his fingers through the thick nest of his bangs. He pushes his hair back, dipping down to press a series of chaste smooches against his parted mouth. ]
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He gives him the room he needs to remove the glasses and even helps by grabbing for them and tossing them aside on the bed himself. He can't even give him the satisfaction of what would definitely be an indignant response to his observation ("Ain't that what we agreed on doing?") .
He murmurs his name quietly against his lips as fingers cup over the curve of his neck. Ryuji adjusts himself and displaces his balance, letting most of his weight settle against Akira's body in hopes of making him lay back more against the bed. His free hand slides over the angle of his jaw, finding a path to his brow and raking his fingers through the thick nest of his bangs. He pushes his hair back, dipping down to press a series of chaste smooches against his parted mouth. ]