Iwai/Akira
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Akira, leaning back against the counter, looked up at him. If Iwai was trying to intimidate him, it wasn’t working.
“I know what I want,” Akira said, pushing up from the counter enough to press his chest against Iwai’s. “I’d regret it more if we didn’t.”
“Kid,” his voice was stern and deathly serious, “I’m warning you.”But that wasn’t a no. Akira smiled, pushed onto his tiptoes, and pressed a kiss to Iwai’s jaw. They were so close that he could feel Iwai tense. The hand on his throat was instant - not forceful, but there to push Akira back firmly.
“I need you to be certain,” Iwai started to relent, “and I need to say that we shouldn’t do this.”
“I’m certain.” Akira tipped his head up, leaning forwards to press into Iwai’s hand. To prove that he wasn’t threatened. “I want it anyway.”Series
- Part 1 of Iwai/Akira
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Akira picked up one of the model guns from where it sat on top of the counter and lifted his shirt so that he could indiscreetly tuck it into the waistband of his pants. Then, to give Iwai some direction as he pulled his shirt back down,
"It was all a misunderstanding… I didn't steal anything."Iwai let out the slightest huff of a laugh, his hand sliding down from Akira's neck to instead tighten around the collar of his shirt, pulling him close.
"Should've been more careful not to get caught. You know what happens to thieves?" Iwai asked, hot breath spilling over Akira's face, the smell of cigarettes thick.
"You won't call the cops, will you?"
Iwai glanced over Akira.
"Give me one good goddamn reason not to."Akira played along. He pretended to think. He paused, lips pressed into a slight pout as he turned his gaze to the floor.
"Please," he eventually said, "I'll do anything…"Series
- Part 2 of Iwai/Akira
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Akira followed Iwai a short distance down the high street, to where Untouchable! sat.
Before they could step inside, though, Iwai pressed Akira flat against the wall just around the corner from the high street, pressed in close, and kissed him hard. Akira had to crane his neck up a little against the brick wall behind him, and it was clear that Iwai was having to angle his head a little awkwardly to lean low enough to catch his lips, but it didn't matter. Iwai tasted like mint, and as Akira's head tipped to the side and their impatient kissing grew breathless, as their teeth knocked, Iwai could taste the chocolate on Akira's breath. His hand was on Akira's waist, then around to his ass where he squeezed tight.
"Fuck, kid," Iwai muttered, drawing back from Akira's lips and ducking into his neck instead, mouthing along his jaw. "The hell'd you have to wear a high neck for?"
"I thought we'd be doing this somewhere you could undress me," Akira pointed out, half breathless, "Not my fault you're too impatient to go inside."Series
- Part 3 of Iwai/Akira