[Once Akira is settled in properly, the lifted wing lowers again, curling around them both with a gentle brush of soft feathers. The quiet sigh that escapes Kurama is a pleased sound.

One arm slips around Akira's waist, fingers curling lazily into the fabric of his shirt. It's clear Kurama really isn't fully awake, if not by the slow movements than by the yawn that escapes him now that he's breathing.]