[there's no mistaking the way Akira's heart leaps in his chest, fluttering with wings far more powerful than that of a butterfly's. he hadn't realized exactly how much he had wanted the dress to stay on until Minato had told him to leave it be. the sensation of heated skin sliding against skin is addictive, but he thinks. . . there is something to be said about. . .]
[it's not the dress itself. maid kink isn't really Akira's thing, and he knows it. but everything underneath-- from the thigh-highs to the ribboned underwear to the very fact that it is Minato clad in all of these thick, cotton layers-- that's what makes it exciting]
[a shuddering exhale, and Akira's lips curve into a grin]
Good--
[before he steals another kiss, this time hungry and eager and wanting. mind the cold, Minato. . . because Akira is also bunching the fabric of his companion's underwear between his fingers and not-so-slowly starting to tug the garment down]
no subject
[so that's how it is]
[there's no mistaking the way Akira's heart leaps in his chest, fluttering with wings far more powerful than that of a butterfly's. he hadn't realized exactly how much he had wanted the dress to stay on until Minato had told him to leave it be. the sensation of heated skin sliding against skin is addictive, but he thinks. . . there is something to be said about. . .]
[it's not the dress itself. maid kink isn't really Akira's thing, and he knows it. but everything underneath-- from the thigh-highs to the ribboned underwear to the very fact that it is Minato clad in all of these thick, cotton layers-- that's what makes it exciting]
[a shuddering exhale, and Akira's lips curve into a grin]
Good--
[before he steals another kiss, this time hungry and eager and wanting. mind the cold, Minato. . . because Akira is also bunching the fabric of his companion's underwear between his fingers and not-so-slowly starting to tug the garment down]