[Akira hadn't realized how stuffy the wig was until it no longer drapes across his scalp, tossed aside to make room for warm fingers to card through his slightly sweat-damp locks. a content sigh rushes past his lips, stifled only slightly against the kiss. a kiss that he gladly deepens once he feels lips part with his own, tongue curling almost hungrily against Minato's, eager for more than just a small taste of his companion]
[. . . he can also feel the delicate lace and ribbon of Minato's socks between his fingers. that sensation alone is enough to send his pulse hammering in his veins. he wants to brush his lips against the horizon where fabric and skin meet, to trace the curves of Minato's thigh with kiss after kiss after kiss, memorizing the slopes of those muscles, biting teeth into soft flesh to leave behind even more signs that he was there]
[Minato draws back a few moments later, amusement illuminating his his smile, and Akira can't help himself-- he laughs, the sound light and airy, shoulders shaking a bit with each chortle. with head bowed slightly, bangs curtaining his own smile, Akira hums and dips his fingers between delicate lace and the skin of Minato's thigh]
Ah, well.
Maybe, actually.
[he has never really thought about it before. but it feels right, especially for this moment. it's such a shame that Minato has a hold of his tie, so Akira can't yet ruck up the skirts of that dress and dip down to show those legs some much-deserved appreciation. but that's okay. he'll let his companion dispose of the tie first]
[and in the meantime. . .? he tucks against the top of that sock, slowly peeling it down and off, allowing fingers to purposefully brush against heated skin as he does so
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[. . . he can also feel the delicate lace and ribbon of Minato's socks between his fingers. that sensation alone is enough to send his pulse hammering in his veins. he wants to brush his lips against the horizon where fabric and skin meet, to trace the curves of Minato's thigh with kiss after kiss after kiss, memorizing the slopes of those muscles, biting teeth into soft flesh to leave behind even more signs that he was there]
[Minato draws back a few moments later, amusement illuminating his his smile, and Akira can't help himself-- he laughs, the sound light and airy, shoulders shaking a bit with each chortle. with head bowed slightly, bangs curtaining his own smile, Akira hums and dips his fingers between delicate lace and the skin of Minato's thigh]
Ah, well.
Maybe, actually.
[he has never really thought about it before. but it feels right, especially for this moment. it's such a shame that Minato has a hold of his tie, so Akira can't yet ruck up the skirts of that dress and dip down to show those legs some much-deserved appreciation. but that's okay. he'll let his companion dispose of the tie first]
[and in the meantime. . .? he tucks against the top of that sock, slowly peeling it down and off, allowing fingers to purposefully brush against heated skin as he does so