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"Akito, c'mere," A familiar voice sounded. It's not necessarily something Akito wants to hear, preoccupied, but the voice was clearly Toya's, so he might as well give him what he wants.
Akito looks up from what he's doing since Toya's presence deems that nothing else matters anymore, but he scowls once he sees whatever the hell Toya's trying to do. His arms are wide, like he's trying to hug him. Hug him.
Hell to the no.
Akito thinks he manages maybe one syllable of whatever he was about to say before Toya wraps his arms around him, pulling him up out of his seat. It's gentle, just in case Akito wants to break out of it. He does.
"The hell?! Dude, let go of me!" Akito attempts to push Toya away, shoving him in defense. Now, Toya's weaker than him, but he doesn't back down easily. Toya's different from him in the way that he doesn't try to fight fire with fire.
"Hey, Akito. Breathe."
That's the thing. Toya is kind, and his voice is even kinder. He's always thoughtful, always got the best in mind for everybody. The idea that Toya's even here now at all definitely flusters Akito, but he'd never admit that.
Seeing that Akito's stopped fighting him, Toya's arms settle around Akito again: and he's successful this time, as Akito hears him sigh with relief. When Toya's like this, it's hard to get him to quit. Akito can't say he doesn't like him when he's like this. Unfortunately, his inflection says otherwise.
"This is ridiculous. When have you ever hugged me before?" He feels Toya smile, his arms trailing up his back. He's definitely enjoying this.
"If you want me to let go, just tell me."
Okay. Fine. He'll let Toya win this time. Just this once.
"… Don't let go." That sounded a lot more puny than Akito would've liked. Of course, Toya doesn't comment. Because Toya never comments, and Akito's convinced he's the sweetest guy to ever walk the earth.
Akito brings his arms around Toya's back, tight, because Toya makes him feel secure in this funny way he can't really describe. He wants to bring Toya resolve, in the same way he's done for him. He thinks the only thought in his head is Toya now, but that's fine, because Toya's right here with him.
He sinks his head into Toya's shoulder, his hair prickling against Toya's neck. Toya sighs at the sensation, rubbing gentle circles into Akito's back in return. He's got the feeling that Toya won't let go until he does, but he shouldn't have given him that leverage. They'll be here forever.
At that, Akito's arms tighten around Toya's back. He nuzzles his head deeper into Toya's shoulder, like that'll do anything. But Toya doesn't move, doesn't judge, because that's just how he is.
It's all a bit overwhelming.
"I wish I could get closer to you," he finds himself saying, voice muffled by Toya's jacket. He can feel the heat rising to his face at that statement, something he'd usually find embarrassing as fuck, but he finds himself unable to care right now.
Toya's observing him all special now, and his hand's in his hair. "Is this not close enough?" He tilts his head, like he's punctuating his phrase with a question mark. Akito finds that insanely attractive, like he hasn't said that enough already.
"No. Closer." With one of his hands, he begins to twirl some of Toya's hair at the back of his head. The action is mesmerizing, only emphasizing his point from just a moment ago.
Toya's seemed to have decoded his expression already, smiling. He's not like this often, but neither is Toya. When Akito's not on the defensive, he takes that as his chance to take the upper hand.
Without another second, Toya sits down in the booth from earlier, dragging Akito along with him. Akito's grip is loose from the sudden movement, and Toya takes that chance to grab Akito's hands in his own and plant a kiss to his knuckles. His eyes flick up at him to see his reaction, gaze wandering to Akito's lips once he sees him red in the face.
Akito's fully frozen now. He's absolutely gone, just from that one little thing. (Embarrassing. Embarrassing. Embarrassing,) He wishes he wouldn't melt like this, but he feels so safe in Toya's care he could just die.
At that, Toya scoots closer to him, just like Akito had asked for. He then moves his bangs with his free hand, tugging Akito's hand with the other, and begins to trail kisses down Akito's neck.
Akito didn't move a bit. Like if he reacted, it would stop. He only moved if Toya prompted him to — like when Toya lifted his chin, pressing languid kisses to his adam's apple, and moved his head so he could kiss his cheek, and moved his hands up Toya's back to guide him into it, and…
All of that, and Toya still hadn't kissed his lips. He felt crazed out of his mind, having Toya all over him except for where he wanted him most. Toya most definitely knew this, too, smiling at him as he pulled away.
Wait, don't pull away. Come back.
Akito felt incredibly greedy, yanking Toya unmistakably closer to himself by his collar. Their noses nearly bumped at that, and Toya flushed, helpless, waiting for Akito to make the final move.
Painstakingly, Akito held him there. He gazed into his eyes, heart wrenching at the longing his irises reflected into his own. He wanted to fix that, take him away, take him as his own…
Fuck. This is always where he got stuck. He just… couldn't ever get it right. Toya wouldn't ever do it for him, no; he'd just wait patiently, so patiently, and Akito found it ridiculous. Toya, he's… He's too goddamn cocky.
That same Toya, as if to show him just how easy it was, kissed Akito right on his forehead. He then backed away, but not without soothing Akito's cheek with his thumb. He'd always linger for just a few seconds longer, like he missed it whenever they weren't chest to chest like that.
Akito can't say he didn't wish for that on his own time, either.
He's soberly aware of his surroundings now, feeling grateful that Weekend GARAGE was always empty for their practices around this time. Speaking of practice..
The door swung open — just in time. Toya pulled Akito out of the booth, mumbling something about how they needed to "greet the others." Not that it mattered to Akito, because he was more busy thinking about the fact that he'd just touched his hand again. Warm. He liked how it fit there.
He could vaguely hear An say something about how fucking stupid he looked right now, some comment on how Toya must've done something crazy to have him so red in the face. Kohane said something too, but Akito never pays any mind to anything Kohane says. What he does hear is Toya's voice from earlier at the back of his head, whispering to him like a melody he could put some lyrics to.
He feels a lot more relaxed than usual. He doesn't feel like yelling, or immediately getting to work. He feels new whenever he's next to him. Maybe that was Toya's whole plan in the first place… calming him down.
Well... it worked.
Toya squeezes his hand. He squeezes back, and he finds it a lot less ridiculous than before.