[ From beneath the skirt, Minato exhales long and slow, warm breath dancing across Akira's thighs. Greedy, he thinks to himself, how even after everything Akira still wants to share another kiss between the two of them.
But if he's the one agreeing to indulge, perhaps that makes him just as avaricious. He moves, languid, pulling back from underneath Akira's skirt, bangs disheveled and pink dusting across his cheeks.
No words are necessary; Minato's all too eager to lean in, capturing Akira's lips against his own. He throws all earlier caution to the wind, allowing himself to melt against Akira while grasping at his blouse.
Like this, they can share the taste of each other upon their tongues. It leaves Minato sighing, satisfied, as his tongue trails along Akira's lower lip. ]
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But if he's the one agreeing to indulge, perhaps that makes him just as avaricious. He moves, languid, pulling back from underneath Akira's skirt, bangs disheveled and pink dusting across his cheeks.
No words are necessary; Minato's all too eager to lean in, capturing Akira's lips against his own. He throws all earlier caution to the wind, allowing himself to melt against Akira while grasping at his blouse.
Like this, they can share the taste of each other upon their tongues. It leaves Minato sighing, satisfied, as his tongue trails along Akira's lower lip. ]