[Ah. Well, it was nice while it lasted, his short lived inspiration; despite his embarrassment he can't find it in him to move, transfixed by his crush and the lips searing his skin.]
... Something I shouldn't ask you for. [His throat's dry, but he still speaks, curling his fingers tighter against Akira's with a hard swallow.] It's not racy or risque, nothing like that, but I still shouldn't.
[It'd definitely make things weird, as nice as it'd be in the moment. Or maybe it wouldn't be nice.]
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... Something I shouldn't ask you for. [His throat's dry, but he still speaks, curling his fingers tighter against Akira's with a hard swallow.] It's not racy or risque, nothing like that, but I still shouldn't.
[It'd definitely make things weird, as nice as it'd be in the moment. Or maybe it wouldn't be nice.]