[He glances back at Concord, just for a moment, at the command. Normally he prickles at being ordered around, but... Concord has a gentleness that feels like a suggestion, but a directness that feels practical. He's not ordering Akechi around as some authority bullshit, but because it's the most efficient.
Well. Akechi can tolerate that.
He shifts back on his knees slightly so he can brace himself as Concord suggests. The wall will help for sure, but it only makes him more eager to see how hard Concord can go.
He shudders, eagerly, as Concord's slicked hands roll his balls. He can't help but let a low moan escape, his chest already heaving in pleasure.]
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Well. Akechi can tolerate that.
He shifts back on his knees slightly so he can brace himself as Concord suggests. The wall will help for sure, but it only makes him more eager to see how hard Concord can go.
He shudders, eagerly, as Concord's slicked hands roll his balls. He can't help but let a low moan escape, his chest already heaving in pleasure.]