[ Perhaps he'll walk away from this encounter with more than just the bite mark on the inside of a thigh. Maybe he'll leave with another bruise or two, ones that happened to be the same size and shape of Akira's fingers. Minato finds that he doesn't mind at all, and in fact, the thought of it sends another tremor rolling down his spine.
Or maybe it's the fact that Akira's got the flat of his tongue pressed against his head, searing and wet against sensitive skin. Minato bites back a moan as there's another unexpected lick, delivered still under the cover of his skirt. And thanks to that layer of cloth, he has no warnings as Akira finally dives in, a velvet-soft heat enveloping him as relentless fingers tease at his base. There's another muffled keen as Minato smothers his own mouth with the back of his hand, suddenly struck with the realization that those hummingbird-headed paparazzi could return at any moment, and surely they'd swarm this particular trailer if they heard every single one of Minato's cries.
But it feels too good as Akira takes more of him into his mouth, and Minato soon finds his hand falling from his lips to groan and brace himself against the wall. It's too bad, he thinks, that he can't tangle his fingers in Akira's dark curls while he's under the skirt. What he can do though, is lift his legs off the floor to make even more space for Akira while crossing his ankles at the small of his companion's back. If he can't cling to Akira with his own hands, then this will simply have to do. ]
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Or maybe it's the fact that Akira's got the flat of his tongue pressed against his head, searing and wet against sensitive skin. Minato bites back a moan as there's another unexpected lick, delivered still under the cover of his skirt. And thanks to that layer of cloth, he has no warnings as Akira finally dives in, a velvet-soft heat enveloping him as relentless fingers tease at his base. There's another muffled keen as Minato smothers his own mouth with the back of his hand, suddenly struck with the realization that those hummingbird-headed paparazzi could return at any moment, and surely they'd swarm this particular trailer if they heard every single one of Minato's cries.
But it feels too good as Akira takes more of him into his mouth, and Minato soon finds his hand falling from his lips to groan and brace himself against the wall. It's too bad, he thinks, that he can't tangle his fingers in Akira's dark curls while he's under the skirt. What he can do though, is lift his legs off the floor to make even more space for Akira while crossing his ankles at the small of his companion's back. If he can't cling to Akira with his own hands, then this will simply have to do. ]