[ It's difficult to play off the hunger in Akira's gaze as strictly due to a fascination with legs. It's difficult when he finishes his thought with those five words, with the confirmation that it's not necessarily a specific physical attraction. Minato swallows thickly, leaning even further against the trailer's wall as he watches Akira shift before him.
Instead of white lace, Akira's hand glides across smooth skin, roaming higher and higher until the hem of his skirt is pushed up to a satisfactory length. Minato is pliant in those leather-clad gloves, allowing his companion to maneuver him according to his wishes. He rests his leg in Akira's hands, and the warm lips brushing against his thigh sends a shudder through his entire body. ]
What are you --
[ "Doing?" would be the word to complete that thought, but it dies on Minato's tongue as he glances down at Akira. He makes the mistake of meeting his companion's dark eyes, a heated gaze framed by his black bangs. It colors his pale cheeks with an even deeper rose, gray-blue darting away from Akira's face. He can't allow his gaze to linger for too long, to bear witness to the depth of desire in the other's expression.
...he'll summon a little bit of courage though, observing Akira out of the corner of his eye. On his knees with head bowed -- he looks almost... reverent. It throws his pulse into a faster tempo as he trembles again in Akira's hands.
It's strange, though it's not necessarily bad. ]
...you're really able to just -- say something like that?
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Instead of white lace, Akira's hand glides across smooth skin, roaming higher and higher until the hem of his skirt is pushed up to a satisfactory length. Minato is pliant in those leather-clad gloves, allowing his companion to maneuver him according to his wishes. He rests his leg in Akira's hands, and the warm lips brushing against his thigh sends a shudder through his entire body. ]
What are you --
[ "Doing?" would be the word to complete that thought, but it dies on Minato's tongue as he glances down at Akira. He makes the mistake of meeting his companion's dark eyes, a heated gaze framed by his black bangs. It colors his pale cheeks with an even deeper rose, gray-blue darting away from Akira's face. He can't allow his gaze to linger for too long, to bear witness to the depth of desire in the other's expression.
...he'll summon a little bit of courage though, observing Akira out of the corner of his eye. On his knees with head bowed -- he looks almost... reverent. It throws his pulse into a faster tempo as he trembles again in Akira's hands.
It's strange, though it's not necessarily bad. ]
...you're really able to just -- say something like that?
[ It's mystifying. ]