I'm going to try and make different things for you. I'm glad you enjoy it.
(Before he tends to his breakfast, he finds it appropriate to thank the man who provided it in the first place. The kiss is planted on the top of Akechi's head, lingering a while before he can press a quicker one and depart slowly. God, he loves this man, and each and every day he catches himself thinking just how much. It feels torturous when he has to sleep alone, cuddling a pillow that doesn't hold a candle to how comfortable Akechi is to sleep against.
Well. At least he's got a really good idea, and the bite he takes is an attempt to conceal the sneaky smile-- and oh, god.)
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(Before he tends to his breakfast, he finds it appropriate to thank the man who provided it in the first place. The kiss is planted on the top of Akechi's head, lingering a while before he can press a quicker one and depart slowly. God, he loves this man, and each and every day he catches himself thinking just how much. It feels torturous when he has to sleep alone, cuddling a pillow that doesn't hold a candle to how comfortable Akechi is to sleep against.
Well. At least he's got a really good idea, and the bite he takes is an attempt to conceal the sneaky smile-- and oh, god.)
This is delicious?!