[ Akira doesn't have to ask twice, but Minato's finger still lingers at the skirt's waistband. There's a thoughtful look on his face, as if contemplating how to loosen said leather skirt. But then the corners of his mouth quick up as he removes his index finger, hand resting on Akira's shoulder instead. ]
Mm. I guess that's only fair.
[ He applies light pressure to his palm, coaxing Akira to lie flat on his back.
Maybe he'll find out for himself what was so good to Akira. ]
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Mm. I guess that's only fair.
[ He applies light pressure to his palm, coaxing Akira to lie flat on his back.
Maybe he'll find out for himself what was so good to Akira. ]