[ And he's right -- as soon as that warm, wet tongue starts trailing agonizingly slow along his arousal, Minato does forget all about the bruise and the bump that'll probably form on the back of his head. Akira's rewarded with a low whimper, hips already jerking even if this was a mere preview.
Maybe it's because he's already fairly wound-up, or maybe it's because each action is so unpredictable given that Akira's obscured and out of Minato's view thanks to the layers of his skirt. ]
Ah --
[ It's oh so difficult to call Akira's name, when its first syllable is so easily modeled after a moan.
The damp trail Akira leaves in his wake is warm against his skin, but the traces of saliva rapidly cool as Akira's tongue makes its way towards his head. Minato's eyes slide half shut as he shudders in anticipation, crimson flooding his cheeks as his thighs tremble on either side of Akira's head. ]
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Maybe it's because he's already fairly wound-up, or maybe it's because each action is so unpredictable given that Akira's obscured and out of Minato's view thanks to the layers of his skirt. ]
Ah --
[ It's oh so difficult to call Akira's name, when its first syllable is so easily modeled after a moan.
The damp trail Akira leaves in his wake is warm against his skin, but the traces of saliva rapidly cool as Akira's tongue makes its way towards his head. Minato's eyes slide half shut as he shudders in anticipation, crimson flooding his cheeks as his thighs tremble on either side of Akira's head. ]