[it's slow. agonizingly slow, the way Minato first dips down on him with attentive warmth and heat. his nerves burn-- they smolder with a need for something faster, something more urgent, something that will push him over the edge and give him that release his body is craving. and yet. . .]
[. . . despite that. . . Akira finds that he wouldn't have it any other way. that Minato takes his time is. . . well. it's. . .]
[. . .]
[a low groan reverberates in Akira's own throat as he arcs his hips into the other Wild Card, one leg flung around his lower back, as if to trap him close. fingers dig into the hardwood floor of the trailer; the palm of his other hand presses tight against his shuttered eyes. Minato's leisurely pace suddenly quickens, accompanied by a grin Akira can feel curving against him (gods he wishes he could see it), and those rumbles that course through his veins turn Akira's groan into a a breathy, heady gasp]
Shit--
[it takes all of his willpower to keep his hands where they are, knowing that he cannot seek out blue tresses, tucked beneath his skirt as they are]
Hah. . . y-yeah, that's-- that's good.
[honestly. . . it won't take much. not with how sensitive Akira is, with how close he already teetered towards that edge just by watching Minato fall apart. but he'll try to last for at least a little bit, so that Minato may have his fill]
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[. . . despite that. . . Akira finds that he wouldn't have it any other way. that Minato takes his time is. . . well. it's. . .]
[. . .]
[a low groan reverberates in Akira's own throat as he arcs his hips into the other Wild Card, one leg flung around his lower back, as if to trap him close. fingers dig into the hardwood floor of the trailer; the palm of his other hand presses tight against his shuttered eyes. Minato's leisurely pace suddenly quickens, accompanied by a grin Akira can feel curving against him (gods he wishes he could see it), and those rumbles that course through his veins turn Akira's groan into a a breathy, heady gasp]
Shit--
[it takes all of his willpower to keep his hands where they are, knowing that he cannot seek out blue tresses, tucked beneath his skirt as they are]
Hah. . . y-yeah, that's-- that's good.
[honestly. . . it won't take much. not with how sensitive Akira is, with how close he already teetered towards that edge just by watching Minato fall apart. but he'll try to last for at least a little bit, so that Minato may have his fill]