[Even the simple sensation of Akira's hands moving down his neck, over the planes of his shoulders and the tense muscles of his back, feels infinitely better than it rightfully should, better than any other pair of hands ever could. The only logical followup is for Jyuto to nudge his coat off to fall unceremoniously onto the desk, furled up around his arms as he moves to a half-stand, pressing his knee onto the side of the chair against Akira's thigh. He gives the soft skin of Akira's cheek another appreciative stroke, his thumb pressing against his bottom lip.]
An arrest would be the least of your worries. [But it's hardly a threat, really; he's too enthralled by what's happening between them, by the way that Akira manages to make himself look adorable even when he's taking shots. The contrast of the red of his glove against the whites of his teeth injects a warmth into his smile, the pad of his thumb feeling out the grooves of sharp molars.
A few months ago, he would have scoffed at the idea of finding the company of a thief anything more than a necessary nuisance at best. Now, he leans in to kiss at the corner of Akira's mouth, a laugh on his breath at the absurdity of how they've ended up like this.]
A lot of people do. [Believe a lot of things about him, that is. Some of them might actually be disappointed if they knew what they were doing together now, slandering his perfectly tailored image of an upstanding guardian of law and order -- at least on the outside. Again, he slides his fingertips along Akira's jawline.] You could ruin me in an instant if any of this got out, you know.
[There's something to be said about the risk Jyuto's taking that Akira can't quite match, and the willingness with which he'll step over that boundary that's so temptingly offered to him.]
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An arrest would be the least of your worries. [But it's hardly a threat, really; he's too enthralled by what's happening between them, by the way that Akira manages to make himself look adorable even when he's taking shots. The contrast of the red of his glove against the whites of his teeth injects a warmth into his smile, the pad of his thumb feeling out the grooves of sharp molars.
A few months ago, he would have scoffed at the idea of finding the company of a thief anything more than a necessary nuisance at best. Now, he leans in to kiss at the corner of Akira's mouth, a laugh on his breath at the absurdity of how they've ended up like this.]
A lot of people do. [Believe a lot of things about him, that is. Some of them might actually be disappointed if they knew what they were doing together now, slandering his perfectly tailored image of an upstanding guardian of law and order -- at least on the outside. Again, he slides his fingertips along Akira's jawline.] You could ruin me in an instant if any of this got out, you know.
[There's something to be said about the risk Jyuto's taking that Akira can't quite match, and the willingness with which he'll step over that boundary that's so temptingly offered to him.]