♡ Akito Shinonome

Akito has never found himself at much peace, yeah... life sometimes beats him up all over again even when he's supposed to be fine, whether it was family, or his friends, or, at that time; high school, and now, college... he doesn't think that he's had a calm day ever since he was like... months old, unable to walk and only caring about eating, sleeping, and crying to be annoying. Maybe peace was just for little babies that were allowed to do anything even if it was bad because of their parents that lacked the ability to say no to them...

He might've met a break for the first time when he got together with you, honestly. Your dates were so chill, hanging out at his place was so chill... to the point that he was really unnerved. He's a man who constantly moving around; hitting the gym, wandering around with his best buddies, walking around the city to see if anything has changed, setting up street performances to make sure that he hasn't lost his spark at singing... for the first time that he was sitting on your couch for longer than 1 hour and a half, he was already feeling his heart grow damn lazier, he swears! He's grown to be much more comfortable lazying around with you, recently. Staying in bed was a lot more comfortable and usual for you two, and staying in bed quickly grew far more usual for him; along with his touchiness. He never realized it at first, whether it was just a grab of your waist, a tight hold on your hip, or his arm wrapped around your shoulder... it just came naturally! However, he can't seem to lose mind from the fact that you're... seemingly so; smaller than him. In more ways than others.

He's a big man, he admits. All the time that he has been on the gym was to make up with all the pettiness gathered from his teenage boy times... he was lanky once, but ever since he touched a gym for the first time, it became a habit. Broad, bigger shoulders, big arms, thick thighs... all of that. He never really gave it a deeper thought until now; now that he feels overly conscious of his size as he keeps his hand cradling your jaw tightly, as he guides you to your knees in front of him. "...Geh... what's with this...? You sure you don't prefer laying on the bed...? Y'know I don't mind standing up..." He grumbles; embarrassment hidden as concern for your knees on the extremely hypothetical case of bruising. He was the one to offer it first, he knows. He's never gotten a head from you before, but... why does it gotta feel so embarrassing to see you kn your knees, in front of him?! It's making him feel overly conscious of himself, to the point where his free hand is messing up at unzipping his pants. Maybe sweatpants would've been the better choice... but it was already too late. "G- Gh...!" AND he wanted to bury himself under all the dirt and ground when he saw his dick jump up and free just to slap on your face as if he wasn't miserable enough by all the shame running through his veins! However, he caught himself straight before he let out a whine, his hand slowly coming to grab his big buddy tightly, glancing at his size compared to the length of your face, looking curious... before he pressed the swollen head of his cock against your lips, not pushing; instead, allowing you to take him in when you feel ready to. "Uhm... do it... at your pace... Ahem, if you gag, slap my leg or something..."