[Akira feels that finger dip into his belt, tracing the circumference of his waist, coming to a rest at the low dip of his hips. a shaky exhale rushes past his lips before he leans back, where he unceremoniously chucks the balled up apron across the trailer room. from this perspective, he can watch as Minato's gaze trails across his form, studying him from head to waist, the blue-gray of those irises eventually settling confidently on the belt that circles it. there's something about those eyes that makes his skin prickle with excitement, the hairs at the back of his neck standing on end]
[. . . Akira likes being studied like this. he likes being looked at like he is the most interesting specimen in the room, with layers to be peeled back and examined by clever fingers and roaming lips. he found that one out pretty early on]
[It doesn't have to be for sex-related reasons, Minato had said. and deep down, Akira agrees!! but the more they sit together like this, pressed oh-so close, bantering gently while casually picking each other apart piece by piece. . . the more he wonders--]
[Maybe it could be. . .?]
[granted, the last time they had fallen together had been when Akira's spades was acting out. and right now? his suit remains perfectly dormant, satisfied with his escapades from earlier this month. Minato had insisted it was something he wanted despite the spades, and. . . Akira still believes that. he has no reason to question it]
[but would that extend to casual encounters such as this one? intimate moments that serve no other purpose than to allow them to enjoy each other's company for a little while? Akira would like that. he doesn't think too deeply as to why. but what about Minato--?]
[. . . where do they stand with each other now? friends, of course, and friends who are willing to help each other out when the house gets frisky with them. but--]
[. . .]
[no. he's overthinking it]
[with heart fluttering against his ribs, Akira watches Minato slowly unbuckle his belt. it falls away easily in the other Wild Card's grasp, leaving behind nothing but a free waist and a small pool of heat slowly bubbling to life in the pit of Akira's stomach]
Hn. Wouldn't be fair of you at all, I suppose.
[said lightly as he reaches out with one hand to brush the ruffled headband from Minato's head, purposefully carding his fingers through blue locks as he does so]
I KNOW I CAN LISTEN TO CINEMATIC TALE ALL DAY
[. . . Akira likes being studied like this. he likes being looked at like he is the most interesting specimen in the room, with layers to be peeled back and examined by clever fingers and roaming lips. he found that one out pretty early on]
[It doesn't have to be for sex-related reasons, Minato had said. and deep down, Akira agrees!! but the more they sit together like this, pressed oh-so close, bantering gently while casually picking each other apart piece by piece. . . the more he wonders--]
[Maybe it could be. . .?]
[granted, the last time they had fallen together had been when Akira's spades was acting out. and right now? his suit remains perfectly dormant, satisfied with his escapades from earlier this month. Minato had insisted it was something he wanted despite the spades, and. . . Akira still believes that. he has no reason to question it]
[but would that extend to casual encounters such as this one? intimate moments that serve no other purpose than to allow them to enjoy each other's company for a little while? Akira would like that. he doesn't think too deeply as to why. but what about Minato--?]
[. . . where do they stand with each other now? friends, of course, and friends who are willing to help each other out when the house gets frisky with them. but--]
[. . .]
[no. he's overthinking it]
[with heart fluttering against his ribs, Akira watches Minato slowly unbuckle his belt. it falls away easily in the other Wild Card's grasp, leaving behind nothing but a free waist and a small pool of heat slowly bubbling to life in the pit of Akira's stomach]
Hn. Wouldn't be fair of you at all, I suppose.
[said lightly as he reaches out with one hand to brush the ruffled headband from Minato's head, purposefully carding his fingers through blue locks as he does so]
But is fairness what you really care about--?