Mistuki wouldn't say it if it wasn't true. It took him by surprise but not in a bad way. Even though Akihiro's made it very clear that this isn't just going to be heavy petting and blue balls, it still catches Mitsuki off guard to have him be so eager. He's not about to stop him, though. It's a relief, really, having someone else take the lead. Something seems a little different, though. Did he overreact? Underreact? ... Maybe not but he is overthinking. Time to try to stop that.

He shifts his legs a little further apart when Akihiro undoes his zipper, lifting his head a bit to try to see what he's doing. Rather than starting to take his pants down too, Akihiro's touch instead stays tantalizingly on top of the fabric. Mitsuki runs one encouraging hand along his arm while the other continues to scratch at his scalp even as his kisses move lower.

"That's really nice..."