[ So it's not a matter of fairness, but one that's tinged with avarice instead. It doesn't quite matter to Minato either way when the end result will ultimately be the same.
He rests his free hand on one of Akira's calves, feeling the muscle beneath it flex under his palm. Languid, it roams northward, until he's finally reached Akira's waist. An index finger dips beneath the elastic of the thin pantyhose, allowing Minato to drag it slowly over Akira's hips, intentionally taking his time as it slides over his companion's undeniable arousal.
But then Minato pauses, gaze landing on what was underneath the sheer layer that's bunched just below Akira's knees.
...black lace, huh. ]
They got you too then.
[ There's an exhale of amusement as Minato finally tugs the pantyhose off, casting it aside to join the growing pile of clothes. He doesn't waste any time returning, slipping a hand beneath Akira's skirt to trace the shape of his straining arousal with the pad of an index finger. ]
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He rests his free hand on one of Akira's calves, feeling the muscle beneath it flex under his palm. Languid, it roams northward, until he's finally reached Akira's waist. An index finger dips beneath the elastic of the thin pantyhose, allowing Minato to drag it slowly over Akira's hips, intentionally taking his time as it slides over his companion's undeniable arousal.
But then Minato pauses, gaze landing on what was underneath the sheer layer that's bunched just below Akira's knees.
...black lace, huh. ]
They got you too then.
[ There's an exhale of amusement as Minato finally tugs the pantyhose off, casting it aside to join the growing pile of clothes. He doesn't waste any time returning, slipping a hand beneath Akira's skirt to trace the shape of his straining arousal with the pad of an index finger. ]