[without hesitation, he draws one hand back (the other stays tucked underneath the garter, resting flat against the curve of Minato's thigh) and offers it to his companion. palm turned up, fingers slightly curled. . . chin lifted as an excited spark dances in the backs of his eyes. that's yet another earnest want, isn't it? another genuine desire. if he weren't already worked up, that alone would be enough to get Akira's blood pumping hotly through his veins]
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[. . .]
[Akira's grin widens]
[without hesitation, he draws one hand back (the other stays tucked underneath the garter, resting flat against the curve of Minato's thigh) and offers it to his companion. palm turned up, fingers slightly curled. . . chin lifted as an excited spark dances in the backs of his eyes. that's yet another earnest want, isn't it? another genuine desire. if he weren't already worked up, that alone would be enough to get Akira's blood pumping hotly through his veins]
They're getting a little stuffy, anyway.
[PLAYFUL FINGER WAGGLE]