[ Minato's gaze travels downwards, taking in Akira's leather jacket, skirt, and pantyhose from behind. His costume has less layers to it, but that doesn't mean Minato won't satisfy the itch in his fingers to peel each one off Akira, imagining it as he trails a hand down Akira's side. He hooks an index finger underneath the studded belt he finds there. ]
...I guess I can see the appeal.
[ The finger slides around Akira's waist to his hip, a clear indication of interest in spite of his bored tone.
After all, he'd seen that flare of hunger in Akira's eyes as he'd tugged his own collar open.
The hand falls away as Akira leans back, the spoils of his effort all bunched in his hand. Apron, begone.
Minato glances back at Akira's own outfit, now taking in all the details from the front. His gaze roams pointedly from Akira's head down to his knees, all before landing on the belt around his waist. Looks like that's probably the first thing that needs to go.
This time, it's Minato's turn to lean forward, hooking an index finger over the belt again to tug at its fabric, his other hand fiddling with the buckle to unfasten it. It falls away, letting him grasp it in one hand with an upturned palm. ]
Wouldn't be fair of me to leave you stuck like this.
SO TRUE...... that ost is banger
[ Minato's gaze travels downwards, taking in Akira's leather jacket, skirt, and pantyhose from behind. His costume has less layers to it, but that doesn't mean Minato won't satisfy the itch in his fingers to peel each one off Akira, imagining it as he trails a hand down Akira's side. He hooks an index finger underneath the studded belt he finds there. ]
...I guess I can see the appeal.
[ The finger slides around Akira's waist to his hip, a clear indication of interest in spite of his bored tone.
After all, he'd seen that flare of hunger in Akira's eyes as he'd tugged his own collar open.
The hand falls away as Akira leans back, the spoils of his effort all bunched in his hand. Apron, begone.
Minato glances back at Akira's own outfit, now taking in all the details from the front. His gaze roams pointedly from Akira's head down to his knees, all before landing on the belt around his waist. Looks like that's probably the first thing that needs to go.
This time, it's Minato's turn to lean forward, hooking an index finger over the belt again to tug at its fabric, his other hand fiddling with the buckle to unfasten it. It falls away, letting him grasp it in one hand with an upturned palm. ]
Wouldn't be fair of me to leave you stuck like this.