[for a moment, Akira thinks. . . no, you shouldn't.]
Y. . . yeah. I'm-- good.
[it is awfully tempting to let Minato continue, though. the hand against his thigh is making a great argument for it, and it's not like he doesn't have the stamina to go another round. but when he thinks about how flushed Minato's cheeks must be, tucked underneath Akira's skirt as he is. . . one desire wins out over another]
[a breathless laugh, and Akira pushes himself up on his elbows, giving Minato's ribs a gentle nudge with his knees]
. . . I want to kiss you.
[to stare into those beautiful features while carding his now-bared fingers through damp, blue locks]
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[for a moment, Akira thinks. . . no, you shouldn't.]
Y. . . yeah. I'm-- good.
[it is awfully tempting to let Minato continue, though. the hand against his thigh is making a great argument for it, and it's not like he doesn't have the stamina to go another round. but when he thinks about how flushed Minato's cheeks must be, tucked underneath Akira's skirt as he is. . . one desire wins out over another]
[a breathless laugh, and Akira pushes himself up on his elbows, giving Minato's ribs a gentle nudge with his knees]
. . . I want to kiss you.
[to stare into those beautiful features while carding his now-bared fingers through damp, blue locks]