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Akari kisses like a demon.
No one but Hirato would know. In fact, no one would even expect this from the coldly analytical intellectual who oversees Research Tower. But Circus' second commander is all too aware of how the doctor presses their lips together softly at first, slanting his mouth across Hirato's at a myriad of angles before teasing the seam of the captain's lips with his tongue. The blonde is sly, too. Just when Hirato thinks he's captured that tongue with his own, it retreats, only to be replaced by the gentle nip of teeth followed by a soothing lick. The commander doesn't complain, even when said sly tongue slips along his jaw and slyer hands slip under his clothes.
Akari also takes his time, exploring Hirato's skin with the same diligence and meticulousness with which he undertakes his work. The brunette has long supposed that the doctor is simply accustomed to performing examinations, although he is a tiny bit jealous that someone else might claim the physician's undivided attention for any length of time. But he'll never tell Akari that. Even lovers keep secrets from one another.
For instance, Hirato doesn't know that Akari kisses him like a demon because it's the only thing that will wipe that infuriating smirk off his face.