[Akira has no understanding of the limitations of mortality. but then again. . . he doesn't really need it to chase after that which he wants, does he? not when his heart is so free and open, willing to allow any swell of emotion fill its cavities. even so. . . he still finds himself thinking back to that very first smile Minato had given him, soft and genuine, but oh-so fleeting, like the beat of a butterfly's wings. he doesn't know why he keeps coming back to it]
[but. . . he does know it just encourages him to pursue this even more. to cherish every single moment, past and present]
[Akira may not be in a rush, but that doesn't mean he isn't eager. he leans into the kiss, subconsciously pressing Minato even further against the wall, a low growl of approval rumbling in the back of his throat. one hand remains linked with his companion's-- to savor that precious, intimate contact-- while the other draws away to sneak underneath Minato's skirt again. palm flat against his outer thighs, dragging sparks up across newly exposed skin until he reaches more fabric at the other Wild Card's waist]
[what kind of underwear does a fake maid wear while running away from the paparazzi!!]
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[but. . . he does know it just encourages him to pursue this even more. to cherish every single moment, past and present]
[Akira may not be in a rush, but that doesn't mean he isn't eager. he leans into the kiss, subconsciously pressing Minato even further against the wall, a low growl of approval rumbling in the back of his throat. one hand remains linked with his companion's-- to savor that precious, intimate contact-- while the other draws away to sneak underneath Minato's skirt again. palm flat against his outer thighs, dragging sparks up across newly exposed skin until he reaches more fabric at the other Wild Card's waist]
[what kind of underwear does a fake maid wear while running away from the paparazzi!!]