(He tilts his head up to brush his nose against Aki's and then it's like a switch is flipped. He digs his fingers into the back of Aki's shoulders, nails blunted by the fabric of the kimono. Eagerly, greedily, he tastes Aki, teeth scraping and nipping at his mouth when he pulls away to speak.

Beautiful. He knows he's beautiful. It isn't a surprise. And yet, when Aki praises him, he feels so proud. It's different with him because for him, he knows he's more than just a beautiful thing. He's cherished. Treasured. So loved.)

Even-- (Oh, he stops just short, feeling him against his throat. He sighs pleasantly, tilting his head back, baring the thin, white flash of sensitive skin. It shouldn't be surprising that his neck is so sensitive. He is, after all, a crane.) Even like this?

(He lets go of him, bringing one hand to the side of his head and the other to the collar of his kimono, posing openly for him against the blankets. He looks up with half-lidded eyes, a perfectly mischievous, flirtatious smile on his face. Chest out, one hand, his fingers beckon him to come closer while his other hand pulls away at his collar, teasingly, revealing a little more skin.)

Would you still like me... (Sliding his knee between Aki's legs,) Even if I wasn't beautiful?

If I became undone? (Slowly,) If I was graceless? (Higher,) If I wasn't sweet?