[thought so, Minato says, and Akira laughs against their kiss, breathless and amused and perhaps a little bit sheepish at being so thoroughly seen. then again. . . being seen every once and a while isn't a bad thing, is it?]
[. . .]
[not. . . by Minato, at least]
Hey, hey. . . can't help myself.
[Akira is less careful with the underwear than he was with the thigh highs, but he still doesn't rush the removal process. he still lets fingers trace the muscles of Minato's thighs and calves, committing each shape to memory via touch, warm and longing. but he also doesn't peel them off slowly-- not now that the fire of want has made him a bit more eager]
[in the end, they come all the way off, tugged carefully between Minato's feet. . . and then lifted so he can get a good look at the lacy garment, red ribbons and all]
no subject
[. . .]
[not. . . by Minato, at least]
Hey, hey. . . can't help myself.
[Akira is less careful with the underwear than he was with the thigh highs, but he still doesn't rush the removal process. he still lets fingers trace the muscles of Minato's thighs and calves, committing each shape to memory via touch, warm and longing. but he also doesn't peel them off slowly-- not now that the fire of want has made him a bit more eager]
[in the end, they come all the way off, tugged carefully between Minato's feet. . . and then lifted so he can get a good look at the lacy garment, red ribbons and all]
[. . .]
Wow.
These weren't uncomfortable?