[Oh, that sends a shiver up his spine. He'd kill to see Joker take the House down for all it's worth. He's not sure that's even possible, but... it makes his eyes narrow in violent delight regardless.
Right, their game. Akechi considers for a moment, and then rises from his chair. He kneels before Akira, one glove hand coming to cup his thigh and hold the leg steady. Then he leans in slowly, planting a gentle kiss on the fabric of his pants -- all while maintaining eye contact with Akira.
As if nothing happened, he gets up and returns to his seat.]
no subject
Right, their game. Akechi considers for a moment, and then rises from his chair. He kneels before Akira, one glove hand coming to cup his thigh and hold the leg steady. Then he leans in slowly, planting a gentle kiss on the fabric of his pants -- all while maintaining eye contact with Akira.
As if nothing happened, he gets up and returns to his seat.]