[Minato's gaze drops. . . and moments later, fingers tuck underneath his chin, lifting it once again to meet Akira's stormy gray irises, now framed by a wide, sharp grin]
I didn't have to.
[genuinely. everything else-- from the noises tumbling from Minato's mouth to the legs circled around Akira's back to the skirt blanketing his head-- that had all been very sexy. who knew someone's imagination could be so titillated by something other than pure sight? something Akira may have to consider for the future]
[for now. . . he leans in, brushing those (now clean, he wiped them off) lips against the corners of Minato's mouth. gentle and tender!!]
. . . every other part of you was more than enough.
no subject
I didn't have to.
[genuinely. everything else-- from the noises tumbling from Minato's mouth to the legs circled around Akira's back to the skirt blanketing his head-- that had all been very sexy. who knew someone's imagination could be so titillated by something other than pure sight? something Akira may have to consider for the future]
[for now. . . he leans in, brushing those (now clean, he wiped them off) lips against the corners of Minato's mouth. gentle and tender!!]
. . . every other part of you was more than enough.