[that noise-- the wanting keen, not the sound of Minato's head slamming against the wall so hard the trailer rattles around them-- sets Akira's nerves alight. he feels the hairs at the back of his neck standing on end, feels heat pooling in his gut with enough energy to burn, and. . . a groan of his own rumbles against Minato's thigh, quickly followed by a swipe of heated tongue to soothe the bruising bite mark now etched into Minato's skin]
[another piece of himself left behind for later. another marking to lay down as evidence of their time spent together. gods, does he want to litter the inside of these thighs with even more bite marks. but. . . for now? he'll behave]
[. . . with a small hum, Akira nuzzles his cheek against warm skin, before replying to Minato's breathless sass with a bit of his own]
You. . . like it.
[it's the only reason he does it!! well. . . not the only reason, but still a big one!]
[his continues its rhythmic explorations of Minato's arousal, even as Akira scatters more and more kisses further up his companion's thigh, moving ever-close to the object of his desire. though before he gets there--]
no subject
[another piece of himself left behind for later. another marking to lay down as evidence of their time spent together. gods, does he want to litter the inside of these thighs with even more bite marks. but. . . for now? he'll behave]
[. . . with a small hum, Akira nuzzles his cheek against warm skin, before replying to Minato's breathless sass with a bit of his own]
You. . . like it.
[it's the only reason he does it!! well. . . not the only reason, but still a big one!]
[his continues its rhythmic explorations of Minato's arousal, even as Akira scatters more and more kisses further up his companion's thigh, moving ever-close to the object of his desire. though before he gets there--]
. . . is your head okay?
[HE HEARD THAT THUMP]