(Aki pulls off and he's torn between relief and frustration. It's a moment to rest, a second to catch his bearings and clear his head from the thick cloud of desire that had been consuming him. But for that brief moment his hands are off of him, he feels his entire body ache for his touch again, to feel his heat warming against him, and being tended to so lovingly. He twists on the sheets, whining, and sinks back on the mattress.)

I think... (He runs a hand up his side, long fingers caressing the shape of his body, across his ribcage, and tracing around his nipples as he looks up at Aki, tempting. Cheeks flushed, smile sharp, he keeps watches all of him. The way he positions himself over him, looks at him so hungry, and ooh, he doesn't even have to touch him to get him to sigh with longing.) You could have more fun.

(Before he can play with himself anymore, Aki takes his hands and he stays obediently still. He notices how carefully he handles him. Careful, deliberate, delicate, loving, in all of the best ways he could be handled. He feels warm and dizzy all over again, heart beating in his chest.

He meets his gaze and holds it, staring up at him through long lashes. His eyes only see him, his ears only hear him, his body only wants to feel him, and when he opens his mouth to speak he can only call him,)

Aki.

(He keens into his touch, rocking, pressing into him. Over his head, he grips at the sheets, entire body going tense as a wave of want washes over him, )

Yes! (He nods. Yes, he's his gift. All his. Always will be.) Yes, yes, all yours.

(He has to laugh. If he doesn't laugh, he thinks he might sound too indecent. Light and breathy, he shifts, spreading his legs, bending at his knee to brace Aki on either side, )

When you're like this-- (He smiles playfully, eyes bright and catlike,) You're just like the stories.

(Like the comics where they're like themselves but not. Familiar in some ways but foreign in others,)

But better.

(Better, better, better. Good, good, good.)

My favorite story.