[whatever witty response he might've made to that comment is immediately smothered by that kiss, so. all Akira winds up doing instead is humming his approval, fingers curling into the fabric of her shirt as he tugs her eagerly towards the bed. he breaks the kiss only to draw her down with him as he tumbles backwards onto same (his glasses totally fall off his head, btw, and clatter onto the ground). but beyond that insistent movement. . .]
[he's content to let her lead, to let her call the shots as he responds with eager enthusiasm]
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[he's content to let her lead, to let her call the shots as he responds with eager enthusiasm]