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TDM 009
【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
We are pleased to announce that several films have begun production in the resort! All guests are encouraged to participate as actors and crew during this time. Two highly anticipated blockbusters are part of the filming block and will have an opening night premiere at the newly renovated Hatchbox Theater.
We would also like to extend a gentle warning to all actors. New tabloids and journalists have snuck into the Peacock alongside production, so please be cautious of aggressive reporters. We would hate to see our beloved guests embroiled in public scandal.
Please look forward to your debut on the silver screen and all of the new artistic content soon available for your viewing pleasure! 】
HONEYWAGONS
A STAR'S WELCOME
ACTOR RESUME
WELLA WARBLER
Height: 4 inches
Weight: 5 oz
Age: 3 years (24 in bird years!)
Eye color: black
Hair color: yellow
TYPECAST & SUITABLE ROLES
• animal sidekick
• emotional guide
• damsel in distress
KINKS & FETISHES
• berry licking
• mating dances
• hardcore bdsm
SPECIAL SKILLS
• singing
• flying fast
• speed sudoku
COSTUME DEPARTMENT
GET INTO CHARACTER
GRAB A GIG
FIND YOUR BIG BREAK
LORD OF THE WINGS
AN EPIC (AND SEXY) JOURNEY
【 Once upon a time, in a magical land far, far away...
The Lord of the Wings, a massive dragon with no equal, demanded a bride tribute from all of the kingdoms across the continent. Every month each province was required to send their most beautiful men and women to become the dragon's next bride(s). Ever greedy, the dragon was not satisfied with having one bride. Not with twelve brides, nor two hundred brides. The dragon always demanded more. The number of hot people around to bang dwindled. Things were looking grim.
Soon, a group of brave warriors gathered to travel the lands and slay this dragon. They enjoyed adventures of fucking their way through sirens, fucking their way though the faeries, and fucking their way through the mage school and beastmen tribes. They reached the dragon's crystal lair where the dragon, who took beautiful humanoid form, approached them.
The dragon promised that if any warrior could satisfy them sexually, they would return all of the brides to their homes. Each warrior took a turn trying to satisfy the dragon — but only with their efforts combined in one massive orgy was the dragon finally satisfied.
All of the brides were released and the warriors moved into the crystal lair to live a loving polyamorous relationship with the dragon. All was well. The end. 】
The Lord of the Wings, a massive dragon with no equal, demanded a bride tribute from all of the kingdoms across the continent. Every month each province was required to send their most beautiful men and women to become the dragon's next bride(s). Ever greedy, the dragon was not satisfied with having one bride. Not with twelve brides, nor two hundred brides. The dragon always demanded more. The number of hot people around to bang dwindled. Things were looking grim.
Soon, a group of brave warriors gathered to travel the lands and slay this dragon. They enjoyed adventures of fucking their way through sirens, fucking their way though the faeries, and fucking their way through the mage school and beastmen tribes. They reached the dragon's crystal lair where the dragon, who took beautiful humanoid form, approached them.
The dragon promised that if any warrior could satisfy them sexually, they would return all of the brides to their homes. Each warrior took a turn trying to satisfy the dragon — but only with their efforts combined in one massive orgy was the dragon finally satisfied.
All of the brides were released and the warriors moved into the crystal lair to live a loving polyamorous relationship with the dragon. All was well. The end. 】
STAR WARBLERS
A THRILLING (AND SEXY) SPACE OPERA
【 Once upon a time, in a galaxy, far away...
The Palm Warblers and the Pine Warblers, two different legions of the massive Warbler fleet, began to battle. Whenever their ships would meet in space they would fight with the winner taking prisoners of war. After one such battle, a captured Captain of the Palm Warbler legion held in prison met a Lieutenant of the Pine Warbler tribe. After some rivalry, the two fell deeply in love.
They had a ton of kinky prison sex. However, the two were not satisfied with fucking between prison bars. They wanted to properly marry. But how could they with their two legions at war?
They each gathered friends and more sex was had between all. More matches between the Palms and the Pines happened, leading to even more kinky space sex. Bolstered by friendship and newfound fetishes, they gripped their laser guns and seized the science lab where some important keystone gemstone was being examined and researched by space scientists. This stone was very important for the future breeding of the Warbler race.
By holding the lab hostage, the ship's Commander put down their weapons and handed over the keys. The Palm Captain and the Pine Lieutenant held hands as they steered the ship off to find a new planet where they could live in peace together. The war between the two tribes ended because of good sex. All was well. The end. 】
The Palm Warblers and the Pine Warblers, two different legions of the massive Warbler fleet, began to battle. Whenever their ships would meet in space they would fight with the winner taking prisoners of war. After one such battle, a captured Captain of the Palm Warbler legion held in prison met a Lieutenant of the Pine Warbler tribe. After some rivalry, the two fell deeply in love.
They had a ton of kinky prison sex. However, the two were not satisfied with fucking between prison bars. They wanted to properly marry. But how could they with their two legions at war?
They each gathered friends and more sex was had between all. More matches between the Palms and the Pines happened, leading to even more kinky space sex. Bolstered by friendship and newfound fetishes, they gripped their laser guns and seized the science lab where some important keystone gemstone was being examined and researched by space scientists. This stone was very important for the future breeding of the Warbler race.
By holding the lab hostage, the ship's Commander put down their weapons and handed over the keys. The Palm Captain and the Pine Lieutenant held hands as they steered the ship off to find a new planet where they could live in peace together. The war between the two tribes ended because of good sex. All was well. The end. 】
SHORT FILMS
THE GOLDEN PEACOCK SUPPORTS THE ARTS
【 Ladies and Gentlemen!
Peacock Productions is pleased to announce the following short erotic films. Actors interested in participating in filming are welcome to arrive on set to shoot at any time. Various accommodations are available depending upon actor comfort.
… and many, many, many more! We look forward to working with you. 】
Peacock Productions is pleased to announce the following short erotic films. Actors interested in participating in filming are welcome to arrive on set to shoot at any time. Various accommodations are available depending upon actor comfort.
FILMS
• ALIENS PROBED ME!
• ARRANGED MARRIAGE WEDDING NIGHT
• BIG TIDDY NUN NEEDS PUNISHING
• BIRD IN THE BUSH
• EXORCIST KIDNAPPED BY DEMON LOVER
• FELINE ATTRACTION
• GUARD TOPS MASTER IN BED
• HORNY NERD CREAMPIE
• HOT FOR TEACHER
• INCUBUS SEDUCES SLUTTY PRIEST
• ALIENS PROBED ME!
• ARRANGED MARRIAGE WEDDING NIGHT
• BIG TIDDY NUN NEEDS PUNISHING
• BIRD IN THE BUSH
• EXORCIST KIDNAPPED BY DEMON LOVER
• FELINE ATTRACTION
• GUARD TOPS MASTER IN BED
• HORNY NERD CREAMPIE
• HOT FOR TEACHER
• INCUBUS SEDUCES SLUTTY PRIEST
FILMS
• JEALOUS SPOUSE DISCIPLINES LOVER
• LONELY TENTACLES WANT LOVE
• MAGES GONE WILD
• PIZZA DELIVERY BOY IS HOT
• PLANTS HUNGER FOR SEX
• SAMURAI PLEDGES AND SERVES
• THEY WERE BOTH BOTTOMS
• TOP ON TOP ACTION
• VAMPIRE’S AROUSING BITE
• VIRGIN’S FIRST TIME
• WHOLESOME COUPLE MAKING LOVE
• WOLFMAN TAKES A MATE
• JEALOUS SPOUSE DISCIPLINES LOVER
• LONELY TENTACLES WANT LOVE
• MAGES GONE WILD
• PIZZA DELIVERY BOY IS HOT
• PLANTS HUNGER FOR SEX
• SAMURAI PLEDGES AND SERVES
• THEY WERE BOTH BOTTOMS
• TOP ON TOP ACTION
• VAMPIRE’S AROUSING BITE
• VIRGIN’S FIRST TIME
• WHOLESOME COUPLE MAKING LOVE
• WOLFMAN TAKES A MATE
… and many, many, many more! We look forward to working with you. 】
PREMIERE
YOUR BIG DEBUT
OOC NOTES
▶ BLANKET CW: cameras; compulsion; costumes; dubcon; nudes; pornography; roleplaying; recording; sex tropes; stalking; video
▶ All characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. Suits will not manifest until characters are accepted into the game.
▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's May event. Since April's event was a bit serious, we're leaning in the opposite direction and going full camp for this meme.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.
▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are prioritized and receive attention!
▶ If you aren't satisfied with these prompts, please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort!
▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game the thread will not be applicable toward rewards (as that character would not have a card value). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread regardless!
▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.
▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.
▶ All characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. Suits will not manifest until characters are accepted into the game.
▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's May event. Since April's event was a bit serious, we're leaning in the opposite direction and going full camp for this meme.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.
▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are prioritized and receive attention!
▶ If you aren't satisfied with these prompts, please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort!
▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game the thread will not be applicable toward rewards (as that character would not have a card value). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread regardless!
▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.
▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.
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It's just a hunch, but. . .
[now seated comfortably, Akira rocks forward, leaning into Minato's personal space with one brow quirked. slowly, he lifts one hand to tap at the buttons at Minato's collar. from up close, he can see those layers. it's almost surprising that Minato hasn't melted into a puddle by now]
Have you tried taking off the whole outfit yourself?
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[ He'd been heading for the dressing room when the hummingbird-headed paparazzi initially spotted him. And because the last thing Minato wanted was for photographs of himself striping down to get spread around by the resort's tabloids, he'd immediately hightailed it out of the costume department.
Minato's gaze lowers as Akira taps at his buttons. The collar's almost certainly the worst part about the outfit. Let's try getting that out of the way first...
He raises his hands to try unfastening them and -- they don't budge at all, as if the collar had been superglued shut.
...ah. So it's like his shoes, huh.
He lets out a heavy sigh before tilting his chin up a bit. ]
Come on. Help me out, then...
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I think these costumes want us to strip each other.
[a beat. and then he adds, perfectly nonchalant]
For sex-related reasons.
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Oh.
[ Akira undoes each button one by one. Little by little, the collar peels open to reveal pale skin underneath. Right now, it's colored with a light flush, no thanks to Minato being trapped in all those layers. ]
Of course they would.
[ The Golden Peacock really thinks of everything, huh. ]
...it doesn't have to be for sex-related reasons.
[ By now, Minato thinks he has a pretty decent idea on how Akira feels about the resort's Everything. They don't have to comply with the resort's whims. ]
points PQ ICON SPOTTED
Of course it doesn't.
[said a bit primly as Akira pushes back that opened collar. that should give Minato a bit more breathing room, even though he can't remove the shirt entirely until the dress comes off. and before the dress is. . . the apron]
[good god, this outfit is much more complicated than it looks at first glance]
[nevertheless, Akira works methodically, dropping his hands and reaching behind his companion to untie the apron's sash. this does mean he is leaning so close they're practically pressed chest-to-chest, but hey! it's fine!! "why doesn't he just turn Minato around?" hm, why indeed]
Right now, it's for "so Minato doesn't overheat and die an embarrassing death in a maid dress" reasons.
[the little teasing quip is followed by a cheeky grin]
IT SURE IS!!
Now that Akira's getting a closer look at his uniform, it's a little like a puzzle, isn't it? And thus, there are several ways for Akira to take it apart however he likes. It seems he'll start with the apron though, to which Minato leans forward as well in cooperation.
In fact, he'll take it upon himself to get a little comfy, tentatively resting his chin on Akira's shoulder. ]
There are worse ways to go.
[ At least overheating and dying in a maid dress means the person looked good in their final moments...! ]
I guess something like this might be more fun for the other person, compared to something more revealing.
love u pq... my favorite persona crossover games...
[it's only a brief glimpse. a flash of something hiding underneath the layers of Minato's costume. and he only catches the edges of it, with the majority of the bruise still covered with white fabric. but as Minato smooths his collar past his collarbone, as Akira leans in to untie that sash and free the apron from around the other Wild Card's waist. . . his gaze is instinctively drawn towards the remnants of their last encounter. lightly faded black and blue marks that stand out starkly against Minato's skin, dark enough to linger even this long after their late night rendezvous at the Beak]
[. . .]
[. . . Akira's breath catches in his throat, lungs stuttering in his chest, pulse skittering]
[. . .]
[and then another slow grin works its way onto his features, but not until Minato hooks his chin across his shoulder, leaning against him so comfortably that Akira may be mistaken for a pillow]
I think I'd have fun with it, actually.
[he has to admit. . . even if it's dumb that the house is kind of forcing this onto them by enchanting their costumes, it is-- or could be??-- pretty alluring foreplay. and with that admission hanging in the air, Akira leans back, taking the loose apron with him, bundling the fabric in between his leather-clad fingers]
What about you?
SO TRUE...... that ost is banger
[ Minato's gaze travels downwards, taking in Akira's leather jacket, skirt, and pantyhose from behind. His costume has less layers to it, but that doesn't mean Minato won't satisfy the itch in his fingers to peel each one off Akira, imagining it as he trails a hand down Akira's side. He hooks an index finger underneath the studded belt he finds there. ]
...I guess I can see the appeal.
[ The finger slides around Akira's waist to his hip, a clear indication of interest in spite of his bored tone.
After all, he'd seen that flare of hunger in Akira's eyes as he'd tugged his own collar open.
The hand falls away as Akira leans back, the spoils of his effort all bunched in his hand. Apron, begone.
Minato glances back at Akira's own outfit, now taking in all the details from the front. His gaze roams pointedly from Akira's head down to his knees, all before landing on the belt around his waist. Looks like that's probably the first thing that needs to go.
This time, it's Minato's turn to lean forward, hooking an index finger over the belt again to tug at its fabric, his other hand fiddling with the buckle to unfasten it. It falls away, letting him grasp it in one hand with an upturned palm. ]
Wouldn't be fair of me to leave you stuck like this.
I KNOW I CAN LISTEN TO CINEMATIC TALE ALL DAY
[. . . Akira likes being studied like this. he likes being looked at like he is the most interesting specimen in the room, with layers to be peeled back and examined by clever fingers and roaming lips. he found that one out pretty early on]
[It doesn't have to be for sex-related reasons, Minato had said. and deep down, Akira agrees!! but the more they sit together like this, pressed oh-so close, bantering gently while casually picking each other apart piece by piece. . . the more he wonders--]
[Maybe it could be. . .?]
[granted, the last time they had fallen together had been when Akira's spades was acting out. and right now? his suit remains perfectly dormant, satisfied with his escapades from earlier this month. Minato had insisted it was something he wanted despite the spades, and. . . Akira still believes that. he has no reason to question it]
[but would that extend to casual encounters such as this one? intimate moments that serve no other purpose than to allow them to enjoy each other's company for a little while? Akira would like that. he doesn't think too deeply as to why. but what about Minato--?]
[. . . where do they stand with each other now? friends, of course, and friends who are willing to help each other out when the house gets frisky with them. but--]
[. . .]
[no. he's overthinking it]
[with heart fluttering against his ribs, Akira watches Minato slowly unbuckle his belt. it falls away easily in the other Wild Card's grasp, leaving behind nothing but a free waist and a small pool of heat slowly bubbling to life in the pit of Akira's stomach]
Hn. Wouldn't be fair of you at all, I suppose.
[said lightly as he reaches out with one hand to brush the ruffled headband from Minato's head, purposefully carding his fingers through blue locks as he does so]
But is fairness what you really care about--?
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There'd been no need for Akira's fingers to card through his hair while he'd done so. Perhaps, then, this was the other wild card indulging? Only after the fingers are gone does Minato lean down to take the headband in one hand. He tosses it aside with a nigh-flippant air, and it's soon followed by Akira's belt. ]
Guess not.
[ It's not really about fairness and maintaining a careful, clinical balancing act, is it? Maybe that's why Minato reaches up to pinch the brim of Akira's hat, tossing it over his shoulder to join the headband and belt. ]
Maybe... that doesn't matter during times like this.
[ Minato looks over Akira again, gaze shifting to each article of clothing again. It lingers a bit on the tie, but -- no, the jacket should probably go first, right? He reaches up and sets to unbuttoning each one until it falls open, just enough to slide a hand underneath that layer. His gloved palm drifts upwards, nudging a sleeve down Akira's arm at an intentionally languid pace.
Gray-blue irises are trained on the dip of Akira's waist. It's easier to see, now that he's just in his button-down blouse. Underneath that cloth is an expanse of skin Minato had witnessed before. ]
...do you want to find out?
[ The last time was more frenetic, falling together in the midst of a Spades flare digging up Akira's underlying energy. ]
What it's like, I mean. Without --
[ The hand at Akira's side drops away and returns to Minato's side. Maybe the light pink dusting his cheeks aren't strictly from his outfit, especially now that his collar is open and one layer's been removed. ]
...never mind.
[ Perhaps it's too much to ask of Minato to abandon the skittishness surfacing whenever he starts grasping at things that seem to drift just close enough within reach. Anything that floats close enough -- it must be a mistake.
But this isn't the sort of mistake that Akira would make, is it? ]
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[Akira sucks in a sharp breath, holding it reverently in his lungs as he watches Minato slowly, methodically, unhook the buttons of his jacket. he watches with such intense focus that he doesn't dare breathe, likely out of some misplaced fear that one simple exhale would distract his companion from his mission. irises dark, bottom lip snagged between his teeth, entire body stiff with anticipation. there are currently two layers of fabric between them-- soon to be one-- and he still thinks the brush of Minato's fingers is sending sparks bursting to life across his nerves]
[he only dares expel the air from his lungs when Minato begins to push the jacket down his arm, shoulders rolling back so the garment can fall haphazardly to the ground at his waist. the cool air of the trailer nips against the exposed skin from his elbow to his upper arm, but. . . most of him is still covered! either by the short sleeves of his undershirt, or the elbow-length gloves still clad across his fingers]
[neither of them are anywhere near finished. there's still so much to build upon, to make what lies at the end of this simple dance even more amazing than it might be otherwise. but the foundation established thus far is. . . well]
[it's thrilling]
[at least, it is until Minato suddenly draws away, startling Akira out of absentminded staring. he moves instantaneously, hand grasping at Minato's, fingers curling around the other Wild Card's wrist in a loose grip]
Yes.
[it's not a mistake to want something. Akira wants something. and if Minato wants it too, then. . . he won't be ashamed]
. . . I do. Want to find out.
[. . .]
[he draws that captured hand back towards his body, lifting it until he can press it firmly against his chest, right over his rapidly beating heart]
Don't you?
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"Yes"? Was that true?
His palm is pressed against Akira's chest, and even through the fabric of his own glove, he can feel the intense drumbeat of the other wild card's heart.
It's what his own must feel like, now that Minato's certain he hadn't misheard Akira's response. ]
...
[ Even at a time like this, even when Akira's expressed a firm response, he's still careful about returning the question back to Minato. That thread of desire caught by the wind is plucked from the air by Akira's hand, where it's deposited -- returned -- to Minato's own palm. It's a delicate thing, and yet it weighs heavy in the cradle of his own hand.
"Don't you?"
The hand laying flat against Akira's chest curls in on itself, fingers grasping at the front of Akira's shirt. That's right -- he can trust that this isn't the sort of mistake Akira would make. A person so certain and firm about their heart wouldn't make that type of error. ]
...I think --
[ There's no need for doubt, is there? ]
...no. You're right.
[ He leans forward, the hand grasping at Akira's shirt tugging the other forward to meet him partway, all for the sake of capturing those coffee-stained lips. ]
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[. . . it's almost a little silly, falling together like this in the middle of a sparsely decorated trailer, dressed in costumes that stick to their skin as though affixed with glue, removed only by the tender touch of another person. but then again, this whole resort is silly, isn't it? and while Akira rebels against its very premise, pushes back against doing anything the house may want him to do that he personally doesn't. . .]
[it's okay, isn't it? to indulge in something the house has given them. to take it and turn it into something of their own. something warm and precious and fun and exciting]
[. . . Minato is warm. the flavor that dances on the tip of his tongue is the same gentle sweetness that Akira had devoured the last time they were together. he could never forget. he already thinks he could never get enough]
[most of Akira's focus is on the kiss, eyes fluttered shut, mouth moving chastely across Minato's as he reacquaints himself with the shape of the other Wild Card's lips. but the rest of it? is on the way his hands come to rest at Minato's thighs. over his dress at first, though. . . fingers eventually sneak down towards the hem of that garment, before dipping underneath, pressing against skin clad only in the fabric of those thigh-high socks]
[there, he lingers, that thin fabric pinched between thumb and forefinger]
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He gives it a careful tug, letting it fall loose from Akira before dropping it off to the side, hand immediately returning to curl his fingers in Akira's actual hair. And there it is, that tousled texture he'd acquainted himself with their last time.
While they both move slower, there isn't any less heat in the way Minato parts his lips to allow Akira in. And maybe this encounter could remain sweet and chaste. In spite of his earlier words, Minato would be wholeheartedly satisfied with that.
But then he's feeling a gentle pressure against his thigh -- it must be Akira's hand, palm flat against the fabric of his dress. It roams southward, before slipping beneath the skirt, deft fingers running along his white thigh-high socks. While the rest of his outfit was unusually modest for the resort, the socks are trimmed with ribbon and lace. Perhaps the outer attire was subterfuge after all, concealing something more in line with the resort's typical antics.
He can't help the amused smile curving on his lips. Really? Is that the next piece of clothing Akira wanted to peel off him? Minato gets the message loud and clear, shifting from his knees to sit properly on the floor, the hand at Akira's chest sliding up to start loosening a black tie. ]
...does this mean you're a leg person, Akira?
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[. . . he can also feel the delicate lace and ribbon of Minato's socks between his fingers. that sensation alone is enough to send his pulse hammering in his veins. he wants to brush his lips against the horizon where fabric and skin meet, to trace the curves of Minato's thigh with kiss after kiss after kiss, memorizing the slopes of those muscles, biting teeth into soft flesh to leave behind even more signs that he was there]
[Minato draws back a few moments later, amusement illuminating his his smile, and Akira can't help himself-- he laughs, the sound light and airy, shoulders shaking a bit with each chortle. with head bowed slightly, bangs curtaining his own smile, Akira hums and dips his fingers between delicate lace and the skin of Minato's thigh]
Ah, well.
Maybe, actually.
[he has never really thought about it before. but it feels right, especially for this moment. it's such a shame that Minato has a hold of his tie, so Akira can't yet ruck up the skirts of that dress and dip down to show those legs some much-deserved appreciation. but that's okay. he'll let his companion dispose of the tie first]
[and in the meantime. . .? he tucks against the top of that sock, slowly peeling it down and off, allowing fingers to purposefully brush against heated skin as he does so
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It just doesn't seem fair to leave Akira's collar fully buttoned when his own is open, so Minato plucks at a few of the under shirt's buttons to free some skin. Or, perhaps he'd been hoping to catch a glimpse of a light flush, any signs that Akira's hunger matched his own. ]
I guess... it's a pretty common thing for someone to be into.
[ Akira's intent is crystal clear in the way his companion dips his fingers into the space between fine lace and flushed skin. They smooth themselves light against him, leaving those very same thighs trembling as fingers caress them, dragging the sock downwards at a leisurely pace.
The hand in Akira's hair finally falls away. Minato lays it palm facing downwards to brace himself against the floor, fingers balling into fists at his sides. Blunt nails dig into his palms as his gaze drifts towards the ground. Akira's unhurried pace only amplifies the realization he's become the sole focal point of attention, and even if he'd agreed, admitted to craving it as fervently as Akira -- it doesn't change how novel it is to truly be seen. ]