[fingers find their way onto the curves of one of those thighs, digging tightly into soft skin and muscle for no other reason than just because. if Akira is allowed to touch, to admire, to feel the shape of those legs underneath his fingertips, then by god is he going to make the absolute most out of it]
[especially as his tongue reaches the end of Minato's arousal, pressed flat against the head, swirling even more teasingly against sensitive skin, dragging sparks with every lazy movement. the skirt doesn't just block Minato's view of Akira; it blocks Akira's view of Minato, depriving him of the flickers of want and desire he enjoys so much when painted, open and vulnerable, on his partner's features]
[. . . it's a bit of a shame. and yet, he can't find himself regretting it, either. feeling the way Minato's body trembles around him, hearing that first syllable of his name melt into a groan. . . that is feedback enough to build upon the searing heat growing in his own body]
[Minato doesn't have to wait long. one teasing lick is all Akira gives before lips consume Minato entirely, gliding down and enveloping him in more warmth, with the fingers of Akira's other hand easily circling that which he cannot reach. he isn't brutal about it, but he doesn't hold back either]
[this isn't foreplay anymore. now it is Akira's intent to drag Minato right over the edge, no matter what it takes!1]
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[especially as his tongue reaches the end of Minato's arousal, pressed flat against the head, swirling even more teasingly against sensitive skin, dragging sparks with every lazy movement. the skirt doesn't just block Minato's view of Akira; it blocks Akira's view of Minato, depriving him of the flickers of want and desire he enjoys so much when painted, open and vulnerable, on his partner's features]
[. . . it's a bit of a shame. and yet, he can't find himself regretting it, either. feeling the way Minato's body trembles around him, hearing that first syllable of his name melt into a groan. . . that is feedback enough to build upon the searing heat growing in his own body]
[Minato doesn't have to wait long. one teasing lick is all Akira gives before lips consume Minato entirely, gliding down and enveloping him in more warmth, with the fingers of Akira's other hand easily circling that which he cannot reach. he isn't brutal about it, but he doesn't hold back either]
[this isn't foreplay anymore. now it is Akira's intent to drag Minato right over the edge, no matter what it takes!1]