Akaashi was usually a stoic man; never showing much emotion. That is, unless he was with you. With you he was obviously still the same man, but now he was more free to express his desires.

Today was no different. Keiji was sat on the couch with you facing him on his lap. His glasses had been placed on his head and his slender fingers gripped at your waist. He begun to slowly press kisses to your neck as he gently caressed your waist.