[ A thief who, Minato thinks, might be stealing more than just the dress. Or perhaps he'd already stolen that additional item some time ago, all without Minato even realizing it.
Minato can't help the small sound of protest as Akira slows, depriving him of the addictive glide of his hand. It's gone soon enough as he watches Akira bunch his skirt at his waist, observing curiously to see what the other wild card has in mind next. There isn't much to witness though, not with Akira ducking out of sight and diving between his legs.
Gentle lips and a careful hand coax his thighs apart. Minato complies, eager for the return of Akira's attention. He's rewarded for his patience as Akira's fingers glide across him again, but then he squeezes, teeth sinking into the sensitive skin at his inner thigh at the same time. The leg that remained propped up slips back onto the floor, leaving him writhing against the wall. The back of his head slams against it, eyes screwed shut as the combination of Akira's hand and his teeth rip a high-pitched keen straight from his vocal cords. Even without the sound, it's clear to Akira that the sensation sends liquid-hot pleasure coursing through Minato's veins, body betraying him again as he throbs within his companion's fingers.
It stings, pain blossoming against his skin, but having a mark left someplace so intimate, a place that only the two of them will know, leaves Minato panting and trembling as he leans against the wall, face flushed an even deeper shade of red. ]
That's --
[ Really? Of all the places? Never mind that Minato clearly enjoyed it. ]
You're... insatiable, you know?
[ As if there isn't a breathy quality to his own voice too. ]
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Minato can't help the small sound of protest as Akira slows, depriving him of the addictive glide of his hand. It's gone soon enough as he watches Akira bunch his skirt at his waist, observing curiously to see what the other wild card has in mind next. There isn't much to witness though, not with Akira ducking out of sight and diving between his legs.
Gentle lips and a careful hand coax his thighs apart. Minato complies, eager for the return of Akira's attention. He's rewarded for his patience as Akira's fingers glide across him again, but then he squeezes, teeth sinking into the sensitive skin at his inner thigh at the same time. The leg that remained propped up slips back onto the floor, leaving him writhing against the wall. The back of his head slams against it, eyes screwed shut as the combination of Akira's hand and his teeth rip a high-pitched keen straight from his vocal cords. Even without the sound, it's clear to Akira that the sensation sends liquid-hot pleasure coursing through Minato's veins, body betraying him again as he throbs within his companion's fingers.
It stings, pain blossoming against his skin, but having a mark left someplace so intimate, a place that only the two of them will know, leaves Minato panting and trembling as he leans against the wall, face flushed an even deeper shade of red. ]
That's --
[ Really? Of all the places? Never mind that Minato clearly enjoyed it. ]
You're... insatiable, you know?
[ As if there isn't a breathy quality to his own voice too. ]