[He freezes for a second at Makoto's hand in his hair, waiting for it to be pulled harshly, but the hand is gentle and so is the kiss. At first Akira has no response, just getting a feel for Makoto's lips against his and for what he should be doing. He opens his mouth more and starts to push back, tilting his head to get better access.
A small distressed noise escapes him when he suddenly feels Makoto's hand on his hip. Akira breaks the kiss long enough to mutter.]
It's fine.
[He doesn't want Makoto thinking he's resisting, or that he'd done something wrong. Akira settles onto Makoto's lap and it is a better position, though now that he's let go of the bench, he doesn't know what to do with his hands at first. They come to rest on Makoto's shoulders in the end and Akira instinctively deepens the kiss, tentatively flicking out his tongue to lick at Makoto's lips. This isn't as complicated as he thought it would be.]
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A small distressed noise escapes him when he suddenly feels Makoto's hand on his hip. Akira breaks the kiss long enough to mutter.]
It's fine.
[He doesn't want Makoto thinking he's resisting, or that he'd done something wrong. Akira settles onto Makoto's lap and it is a better position, though now that he's let go of the bench, he doesn't know what to do with his hands at first. They come to rest on Makoto's shoulders in the end and Akira instinctively deepens the kiss, tentatively flicking out his tongue to lick at Makoto's lips. This isn't as complicated as he thought it would be.]