[ And that's why Minato will never truly stop Akira from asking those questions, unable to stop himself from letting the other indulge.
Lips press against the corner of his mouth; he thinks to turn his head, to return the gesture and allow Akira to deepen it. His mind is suddenly wiped clean though, nothing rattling about in his head other than how good it feels to finally have Akira's hand on him. The fingers curling around him come unexpected, still out of sight from beneath layers of cloth.
His breath stutters as Akira coaxes those first few embers of pleasure into something bigger, each stroke akin to the steady pump of bellows breathing life into the beginnings of a flame. ]
Then --
[ Minato swallows down a moan as he feels himself throb within Akira's grasp. ]
What else -- what else do you want...?
[ A question he may soon regret asking, but Minato finds that he can't find it in him to care at all. Not when Akira's watching him with sharp focus, mischief dancing within his eyes. ]
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Lips press against the corner of his mouth; he thinks to turn his head, to return the gesture and allow Akira to deepen it. His mind is suddenly wiped clean though, nothing rattling about in his head other than how good it feels to finally have Akira's hand on him. The fingers curling around him come unexpected, still out of sight from beneath layers of cloth.
His breath stutters as Akira coaxes those first few embers of pleasure into something bigger, each stroke akin to the steady pump of bellows breathing life into the beginnings of a flame. ]
Then --
[ Minato swallows down a moan as he feels himself throb within Akira's grasp. ]
What else -- what else do you want...?
[ A question he may soon regret asking, but Minato finds that he can't find it in him to care at all. Not when Akira's watching him with sharp focus, mischief dancing within his eyes. ]