[He lets out a small satisfied moan, almost being guided by instincts rather than anything else. There's some blood on his tongue, either Akira's or his own, he's not sure. The coppery taste makes him greedy as he kisses him more passionately.
They'd kiss many times like this before, but either it was due to their talk or just bubbling feelings that had been building for months that made him know his rival was right.
They both needed more now. The cravings of danger that strove both of them into a race. The wings behind him push both their hips together.]
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They'd kiss many times like this before, but either it was due to their talk or just bubbling feelings that had been building for months that made him know his rival was right.
They both needed more now. The cravings of danger that strove both of them into a race. The wings behind him push both their hips together.]