[ Was it the technique, or was it the fact that it was Akira?
Minato exhales, pushing some of his own bangs back into place, gaze lowering to land on his companion who's finally reappeared from beneath his skirt. His hair's a complete mess, and under normal circumstances, it might be enough to draw a laugh out of Minato. It never makes it past his lips though, not with that sort of expression on Akira's face.
His gaze lingers a little too long on Akira's lips, glistening with a combination of saliva and remnants of essence. Minato swallows thick, unable to stop himself from wondering what Akira must taste like now.
Slate-blue eyes drop to the floor. Staring for too long comes with its own set of peril. ]
...you didn't even see anything.
[ If they were next to each other, he'd playfully nudge Akira with his own shoulder. Instead, Minato's left shaking his head. ]
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Minato exhales, pushing some of his own bangs back into place, gaze lowering to land on his companion who's finally reappeared from beneath his skirt. His hair's a complete mess, and under normal circumstances, it might be enough to draw a laugh out of Minato. It never makes it past his lips though, not with that sort of expression on Akira's face.
His gaze lingers a little too long on Akira's lips, glistening with a combination of saliva and remnants of essence. Minato swallows thick, unable to stop himself from wondering what Akira must taste like now.
Slate-blue eyes drop to the floor. Staring for too long comes with its own set of peril. ]
...you didn't even see anything.
[ If they were next to each other, he'd playfully nudge Akira with his own shoulder. Instead, Minato's left shaking his head. ]