(Just when he's starting to settle, he tenses and shivers against his touch again. Perfectly alert, the anticipation in the air speaking for him, he goes quiet and still for just a moment.

Shifting, pushing himself up with his arms to sit up and look at Aki. Gold eyes study him carefully, curiously, as if searching for something. A meaning? Some understanding?

After another moment, he swings forward, graceful and deliberate until he's in front of Aki on his hands and knees. He's always carried himself a certain type of way and even now, there's something almost feline in how he crawls the small distance between them over. Even his eyes lend to the effect; bright, catlike, and full of hunger.

Both hands on Aki's thigh, pushing himself higher up on his knees and leaning close. He puts himself into his space and tries to see how far he can push, how much of it he can claim. There's a fire in his eye, something sharp in his smile, and an edge to his voice when he speaks,)

Do you?

(It sounds more like a challenge than asking for permission,)

Aki, Aki. (He strokes his thigh, tracing higher, further, closer with each note,) My dear, sweet, Aki.

You've worked so hard.

(Up his hip, flutter across his stomach, and index finger tracing lines and circles across his chest, teasing,)

You could take it easy. Lay back. (And just because he knows what it means to Aki to hear it from him, he adds lowly, heatedly, ) And I like it when you look up at me.