[Ichigo pulls at him so insistently that Akira kind of. . . trips over the arm of the couch, honestly. but he catches himself with one knee wedged between Ichigo's legs, and laughs light and airily into the kiss before he melts right back into it]
[. . . that laughter turns into a content sigh, hummed between brushes of lips, as he settles against Ichigo contentedly. don't mind if his fingers brush through short, red hair, too]
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[. . . that laughter turns into a content sigh, hummed between brushes of lips, as he settles against Ichigo contentedly. don't mind if his fingers brush through short, red hair, too]