[Minato tightens his hold on Akira's back, which means things only feel a little more cramped, a little more tight, a little more trapped. but considering the moment. . . considering the encouraging noises tumbling from Minato's lips, the familiar sweetness coating Akira's tongue, the flush in his cheeks and the soft skin underneath his fingertips. . . even someone as freedom-loving as Akira can't bring himself to want to escape. not now. not like this. no matter how hot or stuffy or mildly uncomfortable it gets underneath that skirt. because. . . this feeling in his chest? this sensation that beats through him with every flutter of his pulse?
[it's so freakin' addicting. he wants to chase it. to reach for it and hold it in his grasp and cradle it close while he lets it consume him from head to toe. he still doesn't know what it means. but it doesn't matter. not like this]
[the desperate syllables of his name, the way Minato writhes so beautifully underneath his touch (gods does he wish he could look up and see the ecstasy on his companion's expression), it's all met with yet another groan. if Akira's mouth weren't so busy, he'd be grinning. far too pleased with himself and the things he has done to drag Minato to this brink]
[he doesn't slow down. he doesn't stop. he doesn't pull away. if Mianto wants to fall over that cliff, then. . . Akira wants to be the one to push him straight over the edge]
[. . . and to catch him in turn once he reaches the bottom]
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[it's so freakin' addicting. he wants to chase it. to reach for it and hold it in his grasp and cradle it close while he lets it consume him from head to toe. he still doesn't know what it means. but it doesn't matter. not like this]
[the desperate syllables of his name, the way Minato writhes so beautifully underneath his touch (gods does he wish he could look up and see the ecstasy on his companion's expression), it's all met with yet another groan. if Akira's mouth weren't so busy, he'd be grinning. far too pleased with himself and the things he has done to drag Minato to this brink]
[he doesn't slow down. he doesn't stop. he doesn't pull away. if Mianto wants to fall over that cliff, then. . . Akira wants to be the one to push him straight over the edge]
[. . . and to catch him in turn once he reaches the bottom]