Akutagawa regains his composure and stops coughing soon enough. Scowling, he asks, "Did I tell you to stop?" His breathing is labored, husky from arousal. Half-lidded eyes gaze downwards at the boy kneeling before him, expression twisted in frustration.

Clearly, he's undeterred by the risk. If the way his dick twitches at the mention is anything to go by, he's even a little excited by it.