[is hyena not used to being doted upon. . . the stupid sputter and scarlet flush just draw a grin from Akira, lips curving up impishly against Ruggie's chest as he scatters kisses across that entire expanse of warm skin, slowly trailing his way downwards. the fingers in his hair just urge him onwards, sending his heart leaping in his chest, an excited thrumming that pumps loudly in his ears]

You talk so big, and yet. . . [he pauses above Ruggie's navel, gaze flickering upwards, framed by tousled bangs. there's something dark in his eyes, his irises a deep and stormy gray] You like being pushed around, don't you?

[it's cute]