[Akira is neither the first nor the only person in the world to ever flirt with Jyuto, but the way he does it is what manages to set him apart from everyone else -- the knowing way that he laces his words with a challenge, the balancing act that they take turns with between threatening one another and inviting a rebuttal, the way his tongue runs along the ceiling of his mouth and Jyuto feels it along his spine. It doesn't come as much of a surprise that Akira's just as enthused about pushing the offending weight of his jacket off of his shoulders as he is, but it's pleasant nonetheless, knowing that his hasn't been the only anticipation left wanting this past month.
Shucking the garment off behind him, a second knee finds its purchase beside Akira's other thigh, the subtle shift in Jyuto's height putting him at the perfect angle to rest his forehead against Akira's.]
We both know you'd enjoy whatever punishment I had in mind. [An endearing trait, for sure, but he's not here to spoil him after being left on read for so long.] You're too much of a pervert.
[It comes out sounding more like a compliment, like something he wouldn't change for the world, as he dips his head forward to press their lips together again, hard and insistent, parting Akira's with his own. The warmth between them has his pulse hammering in his chest, against the collar buttoned neatly up to his throat and fixed in place with his perfectly knotted tie, but it's Akira's arm around his shoulders that he goes for instead, guiding a wandering hand over his hip, down to the small of his back.]
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Shucking the garment off behind him, a second knee finds its purchase beside Akira's other thigh, the subtle shift in Jyuto's height putting him at the perfect angle to rest his forehead against Akira's.]
We both know you'd enjoy whatever punishment I had in mind. [An endearing trait, for sure, but he's not here to spoil him after being left on read for so long.] You're too much of a pervert.
[It comes out sounding more like a compliment, like something he wouldn't change for the world, as he dips his head forward to press their lips together again, hard and insistent, parting Akira's with his own. The warmth between them has his pulse hammering in his chest, against the collar buttoned neatly up to his throat and fixed in place with his perfectly knotted tie, but it's Akira's arm around his shoulders that he goes for instead, guiding a wandering hand over his hip, down to the small of his back.]