[ Greedy, Minato thinks, as Akira's lips brush against the corners of his mouth. Even after all of that, here he is searching for even more. But Minato allows him to indulge, tilting his head to press his lips against Akira's, lips parting briefly to sample what the other wild card tastes like now.
The traces of spice and coffee are the same, now laced with a hint of something a bit sweeter.
...interesting. ]
...that good?
[ One of his hands slides down Akira's side to linger at his waist. ]
Then, there's nothing else you want?
[ An index finger dips beneath the waistband of Akira's leather skirt, crooking itself over the elastic. ]
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The traces of spice and coffee are the same, now laced with a hint of something a bit sweeter.
...interesting. ]
...that good?
[ One of his hands slides down Akira's side to linger at his waist. ]
Then, there's nothing else you want?
[ An index finger dips beneath the waistband of Akira's leather skirt, crooking itself over the elastic. ]