[ He does know Akira well enough by now to understand that. But knowing a fact and retaining it to one's memory is quite different from truly internalizing within one's very own heart.
Before he can verbally acknowledge that Akira's correct, there's another kiss planted on his upper thigh, this one rewarding Akira's boldness with a sharp inhale. It sends heat straight to his lower half, fingers curling a little tighter into his palms. By the Minato's grounded himself again, he's already lost his train of thought.
After all, Akira's already drawing back to inspect his other leg. Minato follows his gaze, lowering his own to rest on a lacy garter adorned with a small white bow. ]
I guess... they did pay attention to detail.
[ Minato lifts one of the hands at his side, gloved palm upturned to accompany his request. ]
Give me your hand.
[ In spite of the demand, there's a light flush in Minato's pale cheeks. ]
no subject
Before he can verbally acknowledge that Akira's correct, there's another kiss planted on his upper thigh, this one rewarding Akira's boldness with a sharp inhale. It sends heat straight to his lower half, fingers curling a little tighter into his palms. By the Minato's grounded himself again, he's already lost his train of thought.
After all, Akira's already drawing back to inspect his other leg. Minato follows his gaze, lowering his own to rest on a lacy garter adorned with a small white bow. ]
I guess... they did pay attention to detail.
[ Minato lifts one of the hands at his side, gloved palm upturned to accompany his request. ]
Give me your hand.
[ In spite of the demand, there's a light flush in Minato's pale cheeks. ]
I like your palm more than the fake leather.