Oh, so that's the spot...

He could feel your fingers tangling in his hair, trying to pull his head back bit failing to do so as his mouth hit every. Right. Spot. He was an expert at this and he knew it. How many times had he done it with you? And not just you. Akihiko relished those sounds you made, even if he could feel you tense and try to wriggle free as he took you on that couch.

A few moments later, he finally lifted his head to meet yours, admiring the flush on your face, your trembling lip, those wide, wide eyes that stared at him with a mixture of... Wait. Wait, wait, wait a second—

No, that was not bliss. Usually, you'd be moaning his name loudly, pleading for more of his touches, kisses, everything, but not now. Now you looked...

He pulled back a little more sitting up straighter, his lips parting, but not forming words. Had he gone too far? Oh, who was he kidding, of course he did, you wouldn't have tried to stop him if he wasn't. He had crossed the line.