Akira was tired, exhausted, pooped—whatever other synonym of tired you could think of. Stars, he was done.

So when he found you aren't here yet, neither is his brother, or anyone else who likes to barge into his house uninvited... He took the opportunity to unwind. He painted, watched corny movies, lit candles... That sort of thing.

However, despite all that, his body still felt like it needed something. Something... But what?

Maybe it's his clothes? He shucked them off, but there was still a nagging need in his mind. So he searched again, maybe he hurt himself on the way home? No. No. No.

What the he— oh. Akira's brain supplied him that he wanted something IN him after something brushed over his ass—a certain area.

Akira was grateful for his horribly horny shopping spree, because it made this a lot easier. He can't exactly remember when he got this... But it didn't matter. He just had to be safe with it.

Akira's so focused on riding the dildo that he doesn't hear the knock on the front door, the front door opening, or when you close enough to open the door and— walk in on him.

He didn't know what to do at first, panicked babbling and apologies that you had to see him like this. But... You seemed not to mind. Even jokingly, at first, asking to join. His immediate response was yes. Partly because of the desperation of being caught so near finishing and also... Because he wanted to see what would happen between you two if he let it go on.

After he said yes, he ended up on top of you, straddling your hips and his shoulders and neck covered in hickies and bitemarks.

"So, darlin'?" Stars, he only hopes you won't make him beg or something.