[If the brush of their hands was a faint chill, Akechi's arms around his neck are like a spark, like a burst of warmth in the haziness of the dream, and the feeling ignites something in him that he didn't even realize was there. A craving, a need, the desperate urge for closeness, contact, more-- Yu has never really experienced a full suit activation like this, and the feeling burns through him enough that he's already having trouble maintaining his composure.
His hands come to rest at the small of Akechi's back, holding them both to that closeness. The light touch of lips on his jaw is like fire, and he barely suppresses the shudder that tries to work its way through him.]
Funny, [he whispers instead, pressing his lips to the pulse point of the other boy's neck.] I think I have some ideas of my own.
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His hands come to rest at the small of Akechi's back, holding them both to that closeness. The light touch of lips on his jaw is like fire, and he barely suppresses the shudder that tries to work its way through him.]
Funny, [he whispers instead, pressing his lips to the pulse point of the other boy's neck.] I think I have some ideas of my own.