[ He doesn't know what else to do in this situation, truly. Silently, Akira is thankful that Megumi realized what was happening to him and letting Akira know, otherwise this could have put Megumi in a less disappointing outcome, but probably not the outcome a sober Megumi would have wanted.. and Akira would have felt awful later if he ever had known.
Right? Right. Akira doesn't know the other teenager very well, but he knows that all of this is out of character for him. He's usually so mild and quiet and vastly uninterested in physical contact. Akira remembers that much in his drunken state from the Shuten party, but now Akira can't keep him off of him. It's making all of this resisting difficult, but Akira can practically smell aggression in the air and it's starting to awaken his more feral tendencies. He doesn't expect what happens next and maybe that's why it takes him by surprise; being hurled around and forced onto the bed. It's this kind of wild desire that his demonic blood craves and Akira is finding every moment of this harder and harder to withstand. It aches between his thighs and Megumi may hear a pleased noise when there is sudden weight and pressure pressed on him.. it's the feeling on his throat that has him wrestle with Megumi, attempting to flip him and pin him instead. Now he's just wanting to fight more than anything, but Akira takes some deep, stable breaths once he has the other boy pinned at the wrists. He bares his fangs, hissing at him before he talks at him in that loud and assertive tone he has used before. ]
Listen to me! Stop! Stop it, Megumi. This isn't like you. Quit.
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Right? Right. Akira doesn't know the other teenager very well, but he knows that all of this is out of character for him. He's usually so mild and quiet and vastly uninterested in physical contact. Akira remembers that much in his drunken state from the Shuten party, but now Akira can't keep him off of him. It's making all of this resisting difficult, but Akira can practically smell aggression in the air and it's starting to awaken his more feral tendencies. He doesn't expect what happens next and maybe that's why it takes him by surprise; being hurled around and forced onto the bed. It's this kind of wild desire that his demonic blood craves and Akira is finding every moment of this harder and harder to withstand. It aches between his thighs and Megumi may hear a pleased noise when there is sudden weight and pressure pressed on him.. it's the feeling on his throat that has him wrestle with Megumi, attempting to flip him and pin him instead. Now he's just wanting to fight more than anything, but Akira takes some deep, stable breaths once he has the other boy pinned at the wrists. He bares his fangs, hissing at him before he talks at him in that loud and assertive tone he has used before. ]
Listen to me! Stop! Stop it, Megumi. This isn't like you. Quit.
...
Quit.