[Warm, good. Both descriptors that drive him further, listens to that keen that makes him swallow reflexively around him, hunger growing with each of Minato's little motions, every little sound he makes.
And yet- It's the tender motion of those fingers in his hair that surprise him the most. Maybe it shouldn't, because it seems like Minato has slowly started to take a liking to him, something much more intense than what they'd shared initially in that hallway their first meeting.
One hand moves, to rub at his thigh while the other moves to catch Minato's wrist. He tests the waters, lowering it to the side of his face as he sucks on him. Something a little more intimate, because he tilts his head just a little, using his own to press it against his cheek as he rubs into it just a little.
And then lets go, just to see if he'll keep his hand there, or if he'll move it back.]
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And yet- It's the tender motion of those fingers in his hair that surprise him the most. Maybe it shouldn't, because it seems like Minato has slowly started to take a liking to him, something much more intense than what they'd shared initially in that hallway their first meeting.
One hand moves, to rub at his thigh while the other moves to catch Minato's wrist. He tests the waters, lowering it to the side of his face as he sucks on him. Something a little more intimate, because he tilts his head just a little, using his own to press it against his cheek as he rubs into it just a little.
And then lets go, just to see if he'll keep his hand there, or if he'll move it back.]