[the lack of fingers in Akira's tousled locks as he works is a notable absence, but. . . the legs curled around his back more than make up for it. the moment he feels Minato's thighs around his shoulders, those calves at his ribs, the ankles digging at the small of his back. . . he can't help it. he lets out a low, approving groan of his own, the noise reverberating across Minato as he drags his lips up again, tongue curled flat against the underside of Minato's arousal]
[that's good. it's a little restricting, but not in a bad way. anything from Minato that indicates want or desire or need is good.]
[with fingers of his hand digging even more deeply into Minato's skin (it will bruise, sorry senpai), Akira establishes a steady, even pace, sinking lower onto Minato's arousal before pulling up again quickly, allowing his tongue and mouth to do most of the work on the parts of his prize he can take. fingers envelop the rest, moving perfectly in time with his other ministrations to drag as much pleasure out of his companion as he can]
no subject
[that's good. it's a little restricting, but not in a bad way. anything from Minato that indicates want or desire or need is good.]
[with fingers of his hand digging even more deeply into Minato's skin (it will bruise, sorry senpai), Akira establishes a steady, even pace, sinking lower onto Minato's arousal before pulling up again quickly, allowing his tongue and mouth to do most of the work on the parts of his prize he can take. fingers envelop the rest, moving perfectly in time with his other ministrations to drag as much pleasure out of his companion as he can]