[The tears have stopped at this point, and he gives one last sniff when Akira shifts to touch their foreheads together. Ah... it's so— intimate... their breaths mingling together like this, that he can't help the slight flush that comes to his face... but it fades within those minutes as they lie there in silence.
A soft noise of disapproval slips from his throat when the younger man shifts away. The caress to his cheek feels nice, but why'd he stop...?
He gives a slight huff at that tease; really? He sat up for that??
His eyes narrow, a petulant quality to his expression that doesn't soften even with those gentle touches. He gives another huff, and... reaches up with his hand, grabs Akira by the front of his shirt, and insistently tugs him back down before curling into him, hand firmly anchored in the shirt.
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A soft noise of disapproval slips from his throat when the younger man shifts away. The caress to his cheek feels nice, but why'd he stop...?
He gives a slight huff at that tease; really? He sat up for that??
His eyes narrow, a petulant quality to his expression that doesn't soften even with those gentle touches. He gives another huff, and... reaches up with his hand, grabs Akira by the front of his shirt, and insistently tugs him back down before curling into him, hand firmly anchored in the shirt.
Does that answer your question?]