[ The sudden gasp pricks at Minato's ears, and even from beneath Akira's skirt he can see how the other's hips twitch in response. Unfortunate, that he can't see the way Akira's eyes must be screwed shut, face flushed crimson as Minato envelops him within his mouth. On the other hand, maybe he doesn't need to see anything, not when he can feel every throb of Akira's length as it sits atop his tongue. Slowly, he eases more of Akira into wet heat, tracing along his circumference. One hand comes to rest on Akira's thigh as well, rubbing soothing circles along his thigh as the other squeezes gently at his base.
Interesting, Minato thinks, to be in a position where all is left to imagination, where he has to truly listen through the blood roaring in his ears to catch wind of every noise from Akira's throat. But he's accustomed to attentiveness, and it comes as second nature for him, leaving him specially equipped for relentlessly nudging Akira closer and closer to the edge. He doesn't need to see any of Akira's facial expressions for that.
In fact, he'll give an experimental hum and a groan, allowing each reverberation to cascade all the way down. And maybe Akira can even feel the pleased grin on Minato's face from the way his lips curve around his length. ]
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Interesting, Minato thinks, to be in a position where all is left to imagination, where he has to truly listen through the blood roaring in his ears to catch wind of every noise from Akira's throat. But he's accustomed to attentiveness, and it comes as second nature for him, leaving him specially equipped for relentlessly nudging Akira closer and closer to the edge. He doesn't need to see any of Akira's facial expressions for that.
In fact, he'll give an experimental hum and a groan, allowing each reverberation to cascade all the way down. And maybe Akira can even feel the pleased grin on Minato's face from the way his lips curve around his length. ]