The moment passes, thankfully, as Akechi doesn't leave-- believes him, even, in a way Ren thanks whatever lucky star he has for. Instead, their lips meet again in something soft, even sweet, and Ren doesn't let go of his grip the entire time.
Instead, Akechi gets to see the passion in Ren's expression as he speaks. The absolute love that can't be held back anymore here pressed together in the quiet, the validation of months of interaction where they both severely questioned it's reality. The hands-over-hands on billiard shots, the bump in their elbows between arcade games, the back-and-forth movements in the Metaverse almost like a waltz, first formal, then wild. Every barely-there look, brush of hair, hands on a shoulder or fingers barely pressing--
And it's real. It's all real. It has been real, and is real now.
Ren has exactly enough self control not to cry about it, and instead nod.]
Okay. I-- I believe you.
[He reluctantly releases Akechi so there's even a little space between them, mostly because he knows this can't actually happen if he doesn't remove his hips from being plastered on Ren's chest. So he lets Akechi step back and he stands, starting to fiddle with the ties on the side of his pants to loosen them.]
Do I... do you want me to take my shirt off, or...?
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Date: 2025-03-06 05:00 am (UTC)From:The moment passes, thankfully, as Akechi doesn't leave-- believes him, even, in a way Ren thanks whatever lucky star he has for. Instead, their lips meet again in something soft, even sweet, and Ren doesn't let go of his grip the entire time.
Instead, Akechi gets to see the passion in Ren's expression as he speaks. The absolute love that can't be held back anymore here pressed together in the quiet, the validation of months of interaction where they both severely questioned it's reality. The hands-over-hands on billiard shots, the bump in their elbows between arcade games, the back-and-forth movements in the Metaverse almost like a waltz, first formal, then wild. Every barely-there look, brush of hair, hands on a shoulder or fingers barely pressing--
And it's real. It's all real. It has been real, and is real now.
Ren has exactly enough self control not to cry about it, and instead nod.]
Okay. I-- I believe you.
[He reluctantly releases Akechi so there's even a little space between them, mostly because he knows this can't actually happen if he doesn't remove his hips from being plastered on Ren's chest. So he lets Akechi step back and he stands, starting to fiddle with the ties on the side of his pants to loosen them.]
Do I... do you want me to take my shirt off, or...?