Akihiro manages to keep an excess of Jubilation out of his expression - seriously, that would just be kind of goofy and probably kill the mood - but he's clearly pleased to have Mitsuki so casually invading his personal space. He lifts his hand to slide it over the one Mitsuki places on his chest. His fingers and palms are a little rougher than Mitsuki's, slightly calloused from his less refined line of work.
Giving a verbal response might be the better idea in the situation, but Akihiro doesn't think so. He simply stays silent and leans in, pressing his lips to Mitsuki's and letting his eyes slip closed. He's ready to pull back the instant he sense any uncertainty from Mitsuki - but he also isn't expecting any, so he lets his kiss linger, chaste for the moment but unlikely to stay like that.
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Akihiro manages to keep an excess of Jubilation out of his expression - seriously, that would just be kind of goofy and probably kill the mood - but he's clearly pleased to have Mitsuki so casually invading his personal space. He lifts his hand to slide it over the one Mitsuki places on his chest. His fingers and palms are a little rougher than Mitsuki's, slightly calloused from his less refined line of work.
Giving a verbal response might be the better idea in the situation, but Akihiro doesn't think so. He simply stays silent and leans in, pressing his lips to Mitsuki's and letting his eyes slip closed. He's ready to pull back the instant he sense any uncertainty from Mitsuki - but he also isn't expecting any, so he lets his kiss linger, chaste for the moment but unlikely to stay like that.