[he absolutely does not. is Akira going to anyway?? yes]
[but only for a brief moment before he laughs and tosses them aside, discarded like the rest of their stripped accessories. one hand sneaks underneath Minato's ruffles for the umpteenth time, coming to rest against the knee that is still outstretched and not occupied by Minato's elbow, fingers drumming lightly across the rounded curves of bone living so close to the surface]
If you're the one saying it. . .
[then Akira is allowed to agree, even if he wasn't the one suffering by running in around in lacy underthings!!]
. . . and by tight, do you mean--
[. . . the hand does not stay innocently perched far away from indecency for long. it's quick. it's meant to be, to purposefully take Minato by surprise, to draw either a sharp gasp or a quiet groan from those smiling lips. but Akira's gaze flutters, eyes lidded, firmly affixed on Minato's smiling features as his palm glides up that thigh once again. this time. . . his touch dips towards his companion's arousal-- blindly so, because he hasn't yet taken a peek at what he is working with yet, and he wants to see how the other Wild Card reacts-- but still with all of the brazen boldness Minato has come to expect from Akira thus far. cheeky!! even during intimacy!!]
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[but only for a brief moment before he laughs and tosses them aside, discarded like the rest of their stripped accessories. one hand sneaks underneath Minato's ruffles for the umpteenth time, coming to rest against the knee that is still outstretched and not occupied by Minato's elbow, fingers drumming lightly across the rounded curves of bone living so close to the surface]
If you're the one saying it. . .
[then Akira is allowed to agree, even if he wasn't the one suffering by running in around in lacy underthings!!]
. . . and by tight, do you mean--
[. . . the hand does not stay innocently perched far away from indecency for long. it's quick. it's meant to be, to purposefully take Minato by surprise, to draw either a sharp gasp or a quiet groan from those smiling lips. but Akira's gaze flutters, eyes lidded, firmly affixed on Minato's smiling features as his palm glides up that thigh once again. this time. . . his touch dips towards his companion's arousal-- blindly so, because he hasn't yet taken a peek at what he is working with yet, and he wants to see how the other Wild Card reacts-- but still with all of the brazen boldness Minato has come to expect from Akira thus far. cheeky!! even during intimacy!!]