[gggggods, every piece of this feels a bit like unwrapping a present, each layer sending a shuddering exhale throughout the entirety of Akira's body. fingers curl into the ribboned fabric at Minato's waist, ready to tug. . . though he resists temptation and doesn't. not quite yet]
[instead, he breaks the kiss, sucking in a sharp breath as he does so. forehead pressed against Minato's, eyes still fluttered shut, their noses just barely brushing. . . he speaks, words trembling, low and hoarse as though filtered through smoke]
Do you want all of it off--?
[he has to ask, because Minato is still clad in most of his dress. and Akira knows the moment he strips his companion of this final piece of fabric, the rest of the outfit is getting completely forgotten]
no subject
[instead, he breaks the kiss, sucking in a sharp breath as he does so. forehead pressed against Minato's, eyes still fluttered shut, their noses just barely brushing. . . he speaks, words trembling, low and hoarse as though filtered through smoke]
Do you want all of it off--?
[he has to ask, because Minato is still clad in most of his dress. and Akira knows the moment he strips his companion of this final piece of fabric, the rest of the outfit is getting completely forgotten]