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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