[happily moving wherever Ruggie guides him, following his cues on what feels best, on what works best, on whatever sends little pulses of pleasure coursing through his body. Akira has had his fill of flirtatious teasing; now he is going for gold, one hand gliding up whichever parts of Ruggie he isn't able to please with his mouth]

[gods. such a thrill. is it egotistical to be pleased about being able bring someone else to this state? to make it so they can't think about anything but him? to admire his handiwork through a lidded gaze framed by tousled bangs?]

[. . .]

[nah]