Seeing Akio's smile as their lips parted, a sort of relief settled within Dorian. Yes, Akio had made an attempt to do similarly just minutes ago, but that didn't mean that he may not appreciate his move to kiss him now. Moreover, what if he hadn't enjoyed it even after seeming to want one? Apparently, there had been no need for him to worry about either of these things. Feeling the other's hand move to his chest, Dorian's face drew a small sort of smile of its own as he looked over Akio fondly. The blush, he had to admit, was quite... cute. Fitting, in a way. Akio may be strong-willed, but that did not change the innocent image Dorian yet fancied him to have. A part of him vowed to strive towards making blushes appear on the other's face more often.

Hearing the first word to leave Akio, hardly audible, he quirked an eyebrow curiously at him. Then, he spoke up to return what he'd said about warmth. Dorian's smile became something of a playful grin as he chuckled a little. So, he had enjoyed it, after all? Even with his current lack of eloquence, his race, how he had earlier treated him? Akio was special indeed, and he vowed to cherish that acceptance. Yet, even with this new warmth, a dark through prodded at his mind. This had been Akio's first kiss. The young man's demon captor had swept down the halls, murmured something of little sense, and swept him into an unexpected kiss-- his first.

Something in Dorian's composure crumbled a bit, leaving his grin to fade into a slight frown as his eyebrows drew together slightly. "Your... first?" He spoke in surprise, not that he should have been. Dorian thought of Akio as this pure, young man after all, and he was a noble to boot. Surely, it should have been a possibility to cross his mind. Feeling Akio lean in closer, his eyes widened a little. Why was he reacting so positively to this? Why was he letting Dorian act this way? It all had him quite torn. Guilt swelled in his gut. His arms slowly moved to gently wrap around the other, enveloping him in a hug as his gaze shifted away. "I had no idea..." He began, then tensing a little, feeling awkward. "I didn't mean to... steal that from you."

It was an odd apology, but that was its purpose nonetheless. A slight blush of sorts drew across Dorian's cheeks as his gaze shifted away from Akio, even as he held him. Briefly now, Marcel brushed past his mind, but merely as a passing thought. No longer was his time with Akio serving as an inducer of bitter memories, or the replacing thereof, but rather... Well, some part of him liked to believe that Marcel would be proud of him for this. That settled some of the conflict he felt, grateful that he had gotten an interesting chance at romance again, even in his current form.

Tilting his chin down to look at Akio once more, his grin reappeared as the other's fingers rose to brush his lips. It was an odd feeling, but not one he minded in the least. His lips even moved so as to gently kiss the fingertips placed upon them before they were lowered. "I find it rather... cute that you had not yet." He spoke warmly, thoughtful as he wondered over how Akio was speaking. Was that a bout of shyness?