[ Akira's groan may be muffled due to his currently-occupied mouth a layer of cloth, but Minato feels every reverberation of the sound between his legs. His heels grind against Akira's back as well, his own head tipping backwards with a cry of his own too. It's good, possibly even too good. There's no way anything should possibly feel this incredible, and yet, the person currently kneeling between Minato's thighs is absolutely real.
There's another gasp as Akira's fingers dig deeper into his thighs, and maybe that's only fair considering how Minato also pulls him in closer with his legs. It's a relentless assault now; Minato can tell Akira's doing his absolute best push him closer and closer to the edge, the eager ministrations of mouth and tongue so perfectly paired with fingers wrapped around his base. ]
Akira -- I can't --
[ He writhes beneath his companion, chest rising and falling rapidly as he throbs, dangerously close to slipping and falling face first into that sea of ecstasy. ]
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There's another gasp as Akira's fingers dig deeper into his thighs, and maybe that's only fair considering how Minato also pulls him in closer with his legs. It's a relentless assault now; Minato can tell Akira's doing his absolute best push him closer and closer to the edge, the eager ministrations of mouth and tongue so perfectly paired with fingers wrapped around his base. ]
Akira -- I can't --
[ He writhes beneath his companion, chest rising and falling rapidly as he throbs, dangerously close to slipping and falling face first into that sea of ecstasy. ]