[...Not as sensual? You're underestimating the water, Minato. He's underestimating himself too, Akira's pupils blowing wide at the sight of those pretty lips wrapping around his finger, and then– the bite. He hadn't been prepared for the bite, too caught up in watching Minato pull that finger into his mouth like it was his given right to do with it whatever he pleased.
That's– dangerous. Only after Minato's released his finger from his mouth does Akira realize that his bite just vaguely stings. Fuck. Who gets a half-chub over some lazy (but cute!) bum biting the tip of their finger??? A loser like Akira, apparently. If asked, he'll blame this furious blush on his cheeks on the heat of the bath. The way that lingering sting seems to travel up the length of his spine is just– anyway.]
...That's all you've got?
[A challenge isn't what Akira expected to issue when he opened his mouth. He'd meant to laugh, or perhaps even facetiously thank Minato for his efforts, but oh no. Minato just had to look cute while he took his finger into his mouth.]
[ Akira is saved from being asked about his blush because Minato is absolutely refusing to look at him. He's trying to play it off cool by pretending to act that he's indifferent to the situation, like he would normally be. The lie is mostly believable. With his eyes closed and his hands clasped together, resting on his stomach, it seems like he might fall back asleep. He appears to be calm, but he's not. He's tense, and his hands grip each other tightly. He tries to relax by focusing on his breathing. Breathe in. Breathe out. In. Out. In. Out. ]
[...Is Minato counting his breaths? Gasp. Is he, perhaps, trying to calm down?
Seeing Minato struggle to play it cool is, of course, cute... but it's also making Akira laugh. He doesn't mean to, really, his laughter far more jovial than it has any right to be. Please don't tell such obvious lies, Minato. You'll send Akira into hysterics at this rate.]
My finger burns. I think you infected me with something. [A real bad case of thirstyitis for which there is no cure.] Looking at your face, I'd say it burnt you too.
[What was that about his flush totally blending in? Not a chance, ho. Akira's no less affected, but he isn't here to play fair and bring the tomato-red blush on his cheeks to Minato's attention. If he hasn't noticed, he's bound to soon enough.]
You can get out of the water if you want to. I won't judge.
[ At the sound of the laughter, Minato chooses to do... nothing. He would normally open an eye to give Akira the Squint, but he chooses against it. He's just going to ignore Akira and his lies about his face. Hmph, jerk. ]
I'm going back to sleep.
[ The reply comes out a bit broodier than it was supposed to. Is he sulking? No. Absolutely not. He just wants to get over this and sleep it off... without knowing that staying in the water will only make things worse. Hm. ]
[No Minato, soak too long and you'll get all pruney and gay... but the latter is fine with Akira, really. He's thought Minato was cute from the get go, but as it does, the water has him thinking long and hard (🙂) about smooching that petulant face. So it goes.
Minato can try and sleep if he chooses to, but the longer they steep in the water, the harder it'll become to resist its effects. Regardless, Akira has a plan. Minato falling asleep will only further it, so leaving him to sulkily nap, Akira finally helps himself to a little sake. Sleep tight!!!]
[ Minato has no troubles falling asleep (shocker) and soon enough, he's zzzing in the waters. He can honestly sleep here for hours, so if Akira just gonna let him sleep until he wakes up or will he do something before then? ]
[Oh, Akira will let him doze alright. He even waits until Minato's asleep to pick himself up out of the water and watch Minato snooze for a bit. He'll give him a solid hour to sleep before dipping himself back into the water and pretending like he'd never left it at all, insistently shaking Minato's shoulder.]
[ What happened to Arisato... a very good question to ask. Well, if a few minutes of unconsciousness could bring vague and short thoughts of touching, an hour's worth of deep sleep would bring so much more. ]
[ And it does. ]
[ It's more vivid this time. His unconscious mind knows what it wants and it spares no details. They're in his room. He's pressed up against the desk. His blazer has been discarded on the floor and his shirt is unbuttoned. He has to steady himself by placing his hands against the edges of the table so he doesn't fall backwards. Akira nips at his neck, like he did in the springs, but he lingers longer - bites harder - and Minato hears someone pitifully whine. Is that him? ]
[ Soft and warm hands trail against his torso and one to his chest. One thumb stops at a nipple, the other to the corner of his lips. He takes it into his mouth, desperately sucking on it as if it'd provide him with some sort of relief. There's a knee pressed between his legs and Akira won't stop moving. Sweet words are whispered into his ear and he replies, saying something around the thumb wrapped by his tongue, but everything comes out silent. The only things that he hears are his panted breaths and his damn thoughts of fuck fuck fuck. ]
[ Seconds pass and he's no longer being pressed up against the desk. He's pushed to his knees. Akira remains standing. There's something said again as his hair is pushed away from his eyes. He pathetically leans into the hand and watches the other one undo the pants that he's faced with. He's so desperate and impatient, but he knows that he has to wait. Wait until he's given permission to suck cock like the slut that he is, and when he finally gets it, he's more than eager. He pulls it out from the openings of Akira's briefs and imagines tasting it, taking it all into his mouth until he chokes. He leans forward and-- ]
Mm...?
[ He wakes up. ]
[ The shoulder shaking has stirred him from sleep, but it hasn't brought him completely back to reality. He's still in the space between consciousness and unconsciousness as his brain tries to decide whether it wants to wake up or go back to napping. The answer is apparently the latter as Minato hasn't opened his eyes and he already begins to shrink away, leaning to one side as if he'd just slip out of Akira's grip. He's acting purely on auto-pilot and without a thought in his head, which most likely explains why he has a raging boner but he's doing absolutely nothing to deal with it. ]
Was an hour enough time to leave Minato steeping? Yeah, probably. The first thing Akira thinks about as he begins scooping Minato out of the water like an overboiled egg is how red he looks, which is absolutely a symptom of sitting in the bath too long.
This was all in the name of Akira's science experiment, but seriously... he's never known anyone to sleep in the bath. Nod off, sure, but sleep in it? Minato truly is a different breed of weird.
Still, he's slept long enough. Akira wraps one arm around Minato's back and hooks the other beneath the bend of his knees, hoisting him up out of the water, and... oh yeah, that sure is a boner. Akira expects it'd sproing about like a doorstop if he cocked it to one side and let it flail about, but he can't bully a sleeping Minato's dick. He wants him fully conscious for that.]
He's hardboiled...
[Poor little egg. Minato was the one who elected to fall right back asleep in the bath, but Akira's at fault for letting it happen in the name of Science. Looking submissive and breedable, bro...
For now, Akira keeps Minato in his arms while he deliberates on what to do. He should take him home, but in a condition like this? They'd better not. Booking them a room at the inn here is the wiser alternative, but if they end up sharing a room... Hmmmmm. Decisions, decisions.
Akira tips forward, dropping his folded up towel from the top of his head into Minato's lap. There, a shred of modesty while he starts off in the direction of the inn.]
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[ Minato luckily manages to grab an extra minute of zzzz as Akira scoops him up and starts to head on back, but unluckily, he wakes up halfway there. You see, being taken out of the water and then carried without being properly dried off is extremely cold, especially if someone has been sitting in the springs for over an hour. Even a Snorlax like Minato can't shrug off the chills for long. ]
[ He scrunches his face before he slowly opens his eyes, blinking sleepily. It takes him a few seconds to comprehend the situation, that he's being carried and that they're probably heading back now, and then a few more before he remembers about the dream and-- ]
Aa--!
[ That's the only warning that he gives before he immediately shoots upwards into a sitting position. That may be difficult to do when Akira was only supporting his knees and back, however. It may also be difficult to properly dodge the incoming head (well, his head is the one incoming) because he is reacting, not thinking, okay. ]
[Ah?! Why did Minato have to wake up so violently?!?! Akira's very nearly knocked off balance and very nearly clobbered in the head by another head, and not the one he'd welcome with an open mouth. Minato is so lucky Akira didn't fling his ass right back into the springs.]
Calm down...!
[And maybe don't squawk so loudly?! There aren't many people about, but they'll definitely draw their attention if Minato insists on flailing about in his arms. This must look terrible to anyone watching from the sidelines, and it is, just not for any of the obvious reasons.]
I'm gonna check us in for the night. You were in the bath way too long.
[And there are no real doctors on the island, so if that erection lasts longer than four hours, Minato's as good as dead.]
[ Thankfully for all parties involved, Minato's flailing is only limited to his foolish attempt to sit up. Even as embarrassing at this whole situation is, he isn't keen on getting dropped on his ass. He settles down pretty quickly. Kind of. ]
[ His face is horribly flushed and he actually looks uncomfortable for once. He's only just woken up, so the details of his dream are still very fresh in his mind, and now that he's off auto-pilot, he is now hyper aware of his problem downstairs. y i k e s ]
[Please? Don't break character, boner boy. Akira's painfully aware of how embarrassed Minato must be, but this is for the best. Uncomfortable or not, Minato would be worse off if he were left to leave Akira's arms and disappear into the mist like some mythical three-legged cryptid. Now may be an appropriate time to remind Minato of their agreement.]
I know you can. I said I'd handle your expenses until you've gotten your lay of the land, remember?
[He means that quite literally now. If Minato hates the idea of being lent a hand or two (he'd offer three if he had three, but Akira is a simple boy), this is his opportunity to say so.]
Endure it a little longer. I'll take care of you when we're not in the public eye.
[ This is incredibly embarrassing and he absolutely would disappear into the mist like the three-legged unknown that he is, but he's not being given the chance!!! ]
... it's fine.
[ It is absolutely not, but Minato does not want Akira's pity handjobs. He's willing to sell himself out for food, not obligation. ]
[Don't be stubborn, baka. It isn't fine and they both know it, but Akira leaves the obvious off the table until he's booked a room with the robotic receptionist at the counter and safely squirrelled them away within it. From there, he'll set Minato down on the futon... but he isn't letting him go. Not yet.]
It won't wear off on its own. That's not how this place works, unfortunately.
[Though if Minato wants to lock himself in the bathroom and beat his meat to within an inch of its life, Akira won't stop him. Still... when he speaks, it's in a low murmur against the shell of his ear, and the faintest hints of a plea are threaded between each and every word.]
Let me. You can get mad at me when you're thinking clearly again.
[Akira's palm settles around the towel perched precariously on Mt. Minato. Grasping him through it, it's obvious how uncomfortable Minato is, but it's no less obvious what needs to be done. Wow, it's almost like Akira wanted this.]
[ Stubborn is how he's going to be, unfortunately. He stays quiet as Akira makes the reservation and takes them to their room, but now that they're in private, he can start to protest. It probably doesn't make sense that he's being so resistant, especially considering that he was more than willing to suck some random guy off and fuck for dinner, but the situation is different. This isn't happening because they want it. It's because they have to - because he just had to get fucking hard over some dream. ]
[ Set on the futon, he chooses to sit up rather than lay down. It'd be far more embarrassing and humiliating to just lie there and let it happen. He needs to take at least some control over the situation, even if his breath hitches once Akira grips him through the towel. He's in such need of a release that even indirect touching like this is enough to get such a reaction. Pathetic. ]
[ But he chooses to resist just giving in and being taken care of. He reaches out and holds onto Akira's wrist, stopping him from doing anything further. ]
[So that's how it's gonna be, huh? Well, Akira can't fault Minato for insisting on a fair exchange when he's been robbed of all other options. It doesn't feel good to lay back and let someone take care of your own problem, reluctant as Akira is to dismiss the situation as just that.
This is his fault, after all. He's been a terrible host through and through with his own selfishness winning out in the end. The least Akira can do is clean up his own mess, but for the sake of Minato's comfort, he'll allow him the illusion of mutuality. To that end, Akira fiddles with his bracelet and pulls up his card.]
[ He's glad that Akira doesn't protest. It won't make him feel completely better about the situation, but it will at least make it easier. ]
[ He will pull up his own card (plz pretend that oral fixation/sex is coloured in which i will do when i'm not on a fucking tablet) then look over Akira's. He's... good with a lot of a lot of the phantom thief's squares, but he won't say anything. Since Akira is the one who's doing him a favour, he thinks that he shouldn't be the one who chooses. ]
[Kissing, huh? That'll give Akira room enough to be merciful and spare Minato from having some of the harsher squares on his card checked off. Were there any other way to help Minato, Akira certainly would. If nothing else, they can get this over and done with quickly. As for his own...]
...This counts as a negotiation, so don't overextend yourself. You can touch me like I'm touching you.
[Something Akira would argue isn't necessary, but again, he can imagine Minato might cope better if he can reciprocate in kind. Akira is far from unaffected by the springs even if he isn't as far gone as Minato is, so with that, Akira parts his thighs.
He'll leave the choice up to Minato as to whether his towel should remain wrapped around his waist or flung to the wayside in service of jerking him off more efficiently. That's that he intends to do with Minato, after all, picking that towel out of his lap and exposing him fully.]
I'm trusting you to stop me if I go to far.
[But Akira wouldn't, would he? No, he's well aware that even this is toeing a line Minato is struggling to let him cross. Even so, Akira approaches him with a certain delicacy, but he's by no means indecisive. His fingers skim along the curve of his jaw before settling at his chin and tipping it up to meet him halfway, Akira's lips pliant against Minato's own.
Delicate, yes, but there's an undeniable hunger there that only sets in after the warmth of Minato's lips spurs Akira to press in just a little closer. Meanwhile, his fingers take their time curling around the base of Minato's cock and feeling how desperately he throbs against the curve of his palm. In a perverse way... it's very cute. Just like the rest of him.]
[ His heart is loud. He can barely hear Akira through the near-deafening thumps of each beat, but he doesn't understand why. He's fucked before. He's had his cock touched. This isn't his first time, so why is he so flustered? He wasn't like this before. ]
[ The kiss doesn't last long. He should part his lips, he knows, and let it develop deeper, but he doesn't. It only lasts for a few short seconds before he breaks it off. He's never been very good at kissing. It's always felt too intimiate - like it had too many strings attached - but with sex, it was different. There was no handholding, cuddling, or anything like that. It was just... sex. That was all. Yukari, Elizabeth, and all those other girls who thought for some reason that he'd be decent company in bed, they would just ask and he would agree. ]
[ ... is that the reason why this feels different? ]
[ He's always been the one to provide - to be asked. He was never the one to initiate. After all, depression has always made it hard for him to think of his own needs or to even have any in the first place, so he's never requested any sexual favours. But right here, in this situation now, even if he didn't outright ask for anything... ]
[ ... ]
[ He presses his face into the crook of Akira's neck, his long eyelashes batting against the other's skin. He focuses on his breathing - in and out, in and out - as he trails his fingers across the edge of the towel. He chooses to leave it on, though it's debatable whether he's doing it for Akira's sake and to give him some sense of privacy or if he's just too lazy to untie it. Regardless, a hand slips underneath and finds its way to the other's cock. Is he hard? Soft? Halfway? Whichever one that he is, Minato finds the head, gently grips the length underneath, and runs a thumb across it. For the next few seconds, he rubs circles around the tip, waiting to see if there's any reaction. ]
[Akira can feel that heart beating staccato in Minato's chest. He's warm, burning hot beneath his palm and warmer where their lips collide, but their kiss wasn't long for this world, was it? Minato draws out of it and burrows into the crook of his neck, and Akira allows him. That'll fulfill his card's requirement, though nothing more than that.
Nothing more than that. Akira peels at Minato's layers and only finds more complexities and mysteries beneath, no closer to unravelling him than he was the day they met. As it goes, that only compels him to keep digging.
Beneath Minato's fingers, Akira is half-hard, but that very quickly changes when he begins to stroke along the tip of his cock. Whatever lingering effects the springs have had on Akira come bubbling back up to the surface in the form of arousal and low, shuddering sighs. He does his best to keep himself silent, but there's no helping the way those breaths coast across the curve of Minato's cheek.
Still, Akira can't satisfy himself with doing things in half-measures. If Minato has had enough of kissing him, fine. Akira will still angle to press a kiss to his cheek while his fingers stroke a touch more firmly along his cock, precum slick beneath the pad of his thumb. Minato's walls are stacked up high, but he'll draw out what must be a stressful and unwanted encounter if he doesn't let some part of himself give into intimacy and his very apparent arousal. Tough as it is, it's better this way.]
[ Akira's hot and shuddering breaths across his skin only makes him harder - and some part of him both likes and hates it. He tenses up, his shoulders becoming more squared, as fingers press more firmly against his throbbing cock. The tip weeps precum as he's desperate for release. His other hand comes up to rest on Akira's shoulder and it squeezes as he resists the urge to buckle his hips. It's already embarrassing enough that he needs to be taken care of like this. He's not going to make himself seem any more desperate. ]
[ He continues to rub small circles across the tip of Akira's cock, but he stops for a moment. Almost agonizing slow, he slips his hand out from underneath the towel and brings it up to his mouth, his face still buried in the crook of the other's neck. He breathes out and licks the underside of his thumb, tasting whatever slick wetness that it may have been coated with. He then licks the palm of his hand and returns back to the covers of the towel, wrapping his fingers across the length - just low enough that he can still keep an attentive thumb over the tip. He begins to slowly pump, moving his wrist up and down, as he presses his face deeper into Akira's face. ]
The thought crosses Akira's mind unbidden, but he shoves it away quickly enough, pays it no mind. He doesn't want to lament being unable to see Minato's face twist up in ecstasy, but he can't help desiring it either, biting down on his lips both as a means to staunch his voice and to punish himself for his selfishness.
He wants all that Minato is, but he'll chalk that up to the water's lingering hold on his psyche. He'll chalk it up to pure arousal and nothing more, twitching heavily in Minato's fingers long before he slicks them up with saliva, a move that has him struggling not to lift his hips where he's grounded them to the tatami.
He focuses on the entirety of Minato's length, circling the tip only long enough to redistribute that precum along the length of his shaft, but Minato's choosing violence. He's choosing to target the tip and Akira's already breathless, coated in goosebumps and huffing quietly against Minato's cheek. He shouldn't have to tell another guy this, but–]
Don't focus so much on the tip. You're killing me.
[And it's a sweet death, but it's not the one he wants. It's scalding him rather than slowly boiling him alive, you feel? Ease up.]
[ And almost out of nowhere, Minato lets out a breathless laugh. It's short and quiet, but it reverberates though his chest. He shifts slightly, getting into a more comfortable position and he lets out a shaky breath when he rolls into Akira's hand as a result. ]
[ He'll comply. He releases his thumb and chooses to simply stroke. Perhaps boring and slow, but that's all this was going to be. He's just being taken care of and he's repaying back the favour. ]
[Laughing at him? Laughing at him while his dick's in your capable (?) hand, Minato?? Akira keeps his petulant huffs to himself, because at least he's being cooperative. Being handled like this is, well, much easier to handle.
Still, it gives Akira the breath needed to make Demands. Ooh, maybe Minato shouldn't have relented after all.]
Show me your face.
[Let him see those lips, boy. One kiss is enough for the card, but it's not for Akira. Oh, and he's changing up his technique, grabbing Minato's cock overhand and letting his thumb rub along the frenulum with every pass of his hand. Suffer.]
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That's– dangerous. Only after Minato's released his finger from his mouth does Akira realize that his bite just vaguely stings. Fuck. Who gets a half-chub over some lazy (but cute!) bum biting the tip of their finger??? A loser like Akira, apparently. If asked, he'll blame this furious blush on his cheeks on the heat of the bath. The way that lingering sting seems to travel up the length of his spine is just– anyway.]
...That's all you've got?
[A challenge isn't what Akira expected to issue when he opened his mouth. He'd meant to laugh, or perhaps even facetiously thank Minato for his efforts, but oh no. Minato just had to look cute while he took his finger into his mouth.]
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Yep.
[ He keeps his reply short. ]
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Seeing Minato struggle to play it cool is, of course, cute... but it's also making Akira laugh. He doesn't mean to, really, his laughter far more jovial than it has any right to be. Please don't tell such obvious lies, Minato. You'll send Akira into hysterics at this rate.]
My finger burns. I think you infected me with something. [A real bad case of thirstyitis for which there is no cure.] Looking at your face, I'd say it burnt you too.
[What was that about his flush totally blending in? Not a chance, ho. Akira's no less affected, but he isn't here to play fair and bring the tomato-red blush on his cheeks to Minato's attention. If he hasn't noticed, he's bound to soon enough.]
You can get out of the water if you want to. I won't judge.
[...much.]
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I'm going back to sleep.
[ The reply comes out a bit broodier than it was supposed to. Is he sulking? No. Absolutely not. He just wants to get over this and sleep it off... without knowing that staying in the water will only make things worse. Hm. ]
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[No Minato, soak too long and you'll get all pruney and gay... but the latter is fine with Akira, really. He's thought Minato was cute from the get go, but as it does, the water has him thinking long and hard (🙂) about smooching that petulant face. So it goes.
Minato can try and sleep if he chooses to, but the longer they steep in the water, the harder it'll become to resist its effects. Regardless, Akira has a plan. Minato falling asleep will only further it, so leaving him to sulkily nap, Akira finally helps himself to a little sake. Sleep tight!!!]
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[ Minato has no troubles falling asleep (shocker) and soon enough, he's zzzing in the waters. He can honestly sleep here for hours, so if Akira just gonna let him sleep until he wakes up or will he do something before then? ]
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Minato. Minato. Minato. Wake up.
[What happened to Arisato...?]
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[ And it does. ]
[ It's more vivid this time. His unconscious mind knows what it wants and it spares no details. They're in his room. He's pressed up against the desk. His blazer has been discarded on the floor and his shirt is unbuttoned. He has to steady himself by placing his hands against the edges of the table so he doesn't fall backwards. Akira nips at his neck, like he did in the springs, but he lingers longer - bites harder - and Minato hears someone pitifully whine. Is that him? ]
[ Soft and warm hands trail against his torso and one to his chest. One thumb stops at a nipple, the other to the corner of his lips. He takes it into his mouth, desperately sucking on it as if it'd provide him with some sort of relief. There's a knee pressed between his legs and Akira won't stop moving. Sweet words are whispered into his ear and he replies, saying something around the thumb wrapped by his tongue, but everything comes out silent. The only things that he hears are his panted breaths and his damn thoughts of fuck fuck fuck. ]
[ Seconds pass and he's no longer being pressed up against the desk. He's pushed to his knees. Akira remains standing. There's something said again as his hair is pushed away from his eyes. He pathetically leans into the hand and watches the other one undo the pants that he's faced with. He's so desperate and impatient, but he knows that he has to wait. Wait until he's given permission to suck cock like the slut that he is, and when he finally gets it, he's more than eager. He pulls it out from the openings of Akira's briefs and imagines tasting it, taking it all into his mouth until he chokes. He leans forward and-- ]
Mm...?
[ He wakes up. ]
[ The shoulder shaking has stirred him from sleep, but it hasn't brought him completely back to reality. He's still in the space between consciousness and unconsciousness as his brain tries to decide whether it wants to wake up or go back to napping. The answer is apparently the latter as Minato hasn't opened his eyes and he already begins to shrink away, leaning to one side as if he'd just slip out of Akira's grip. He's acting purely on auto-pilot and without a thought in his head, which most likely explains why he has a raging boner but he's doing absolutely nothing to deal with it. ]
siri how do i bookmark a tag
Was an hour enough time to leave Minato steeping? Yeah, probably. The first thing Akira thinks about as he begins scooping Minato out of the water like an overboiled egg is how red he looks, which is absolutely a symptom of sitting in the bath too long.
This was all in the name of Akira's science experiment, but seriously... he's never known anyone to sleep in the bath. Nod off, sure, but sleep in it? Minato truly is a different breed of weird.
Still, he's slept long enough. Akira wraps one arm around Minato's back and hooks the other beneath the bend of his knees, hoisting him up out of the water, and... oh yeah, that sure is a boner. Akira expects it'd sproing about like a doorstop if he cocked it to one side and let it flail about, but he can't bully a sleeping Minato's dick. He wants him fully conscious for that.]
He's hardboiled...
[Poor little egg. Minato was the one who elected to fall right back asleep in the bath, but Akira's at fault for letting it happen in the name of Science. Looking submissive and breedable, bro...
For now, Akira keeps Minato in his arms while he deliberates on what to do. He should take him home, but in a condition like this? They'd better not. Booking them a room at the inn here is the wiser alternative, but if they end up sharing a room... Hmmmmm. Decisions, decisions.
Akira tips forward, dropping his folded up towel from the top of his head into Minato's lap. There, a shred of modesty while he starts off in the direction of the inn.]
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[ He scrunches his face before he slowly opens his eyes, blinking sleepily. It takes him a few seconds to comprehend the situation, that he's being carried and that they're probably heading back now, and then a few more before he remembers about the dream and-- ]
Aa--!
[ That's the only warning that he gives before he immediately shoots upwards into a sitting position. That may be difficult to do when Akira was only supporting his knees and back, however. It may also be difficult to properly dodge the incoming head (well, his head is the one incoming) because he is reacting, not thinking, okay. ]
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Calm down...!
[And maybe don't squawk so loudly?! There aren't many people about, but they'll definitely draw their attention if Minato insists on flailing about in his arms. This must look terrible to anyone watching from the sidelines, and it is, just not for any of the obvious reasons.]
I'm gonna check us in for the night. You were in the bath way too long.
[And there are no real doctors on the island, so if that erection lasts longer than four hours, Minato's as good as dead.]
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[ His face is horribly flushed and he actually looks uncomfortable for once. He's only just woken up, so the details of his dream are still very fresh in his mind, and now that he's off auto-pilot, he is now hyper aware of his problem downstairs. y i k e s ]
... I can walk.
[ How strangely ooc. ]
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I know you can. I said I'd handle you
r expenses until you've gotten your lay of the land, remember?[He means that quite literally now. If Minato hates the idea of being lent a hand or two (he'd offer three if he had three, but Akira is a simple boy), this is his opportunity to say so.]
Endure it a little longer. I'll take care of you when we're not in the public eye.
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... it's fine.
[ It is absolutely not, but Minato does not want Akira's pity handjobs. He's willing to sell himself out for food, not obligation. ]
Just let me sleep it off.
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It won't wear off on its own. That's not how this place works, unfortunately.
[Though if Minato wants to lock himself in the bathroom and beat his meat to within an inch of its life, Akira won't stop him. Still... when he speaks, it's in a low murmur against the shell of his ear, and the faintest hints of a plea are threaded between each and every word.]
Let me. You can get mad at me when you're thinking clearly again.
[Akira's palm settles around the towel perched precariously on Mt. Minato. Grasping him through it, it's obvious how uncomfortable Minato is, but it's no less obvious what needs to be done. Wow, it's almost like Akira wanted this.]
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[ Set on the futon, he chooses to sit up rather than lay down. It'd be far more embarrassing and humiliating to just lie there and let it happen. He needs to take at least some control over the situation, even if his breath hitches once Akira grips him through the towel. He's in such need of a release that even indirect touching like this is enough to get such a reaction. Pathetic. ]
[ But he chooses to resist just giving in and being taken care of. He reaches out and holds onto Akira's wrist, stopping him from doing anything further. ]
... what's on your card?
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This is his fault, after all. He's been a terrible host through and through with his own selfishness winning out in the end. The least Akira can do is clean up his own mess, but for the sake of Minato's comfort, he'll allow him the illusion of mutuality. To that end, Akira fiddles with his bracelet and pulls up his card.]
Let's see yours.
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[ He will pull up his own card (plz pretend that oral fixation/sex is coloured in which i will do when i'm not on a fucking tablet) then look over Akira's. He's... good with a lot of a lot of the phantom thief's squares, but he won't say anything. Since Akira is the one who's doing him a favour, he thinks that he shouldn't be the one who chooses. ]
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...This counts as a negotiation, so don't overextend yourself. You can touch me like I'm touching you.
[Something Akira would argue isn't necessary, but again, he can imagine Minato might cope better if he can reciprocate in kind. Akira is far from unaffected by the springs even if he isn't as far gone as Minato is, so with that, Akira parts his thighs.
He'll leave the choice up to Minato as to whether his towel should remain wrapped around his waist or flung to the wayside in service of jerking him off more efficiently. That's that he intends to do with Minato, after all, picking that towel out of his lap and exposing him fully.]
I'm trusting you to stop me if I go to far.
[But Akira wouldn't, would he? No, he's well aware that even this is toeing a line Minato is struggling to let him cross. Even so, Akira approaches him with a certain delicacy, but he's by no means indecisive. His fingers skim along the curve of his jaw before settling at his chin and tipping it up to meet him halfway, Akira's lips pliant against Minato's own.
Delicate, yes, but there's an undeniable hunger there that only sets in after the warmth of Minato's lips spurs Akira to press in just a little closer. Meanwhile, his fingers take their time curling around the base of Minato's cock and feeling how desperately he throbs against the curve of his palm. In a perverse way... it's very cute. Just like the rest of him.]
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[ The kiss doesn't last long. He should part his lips, he knows, and let it develop deeper, but he doesn't. It only lasts for a few short seconds before he breaks it off. He's never been very good at kissing. It's always felt too intimiate - like it had too many strings attached - but with sex, it was different. There was no handholding, cuddling, or anything like that. It was just... sex. That was all. Yukari, Elizabeth, and all those other girls who thought for some reason that he'd be decent company in bed, they would just ask and he would agree. ]
[ ... is that the reason why this feels different? ]
[ He's always been the one to provide - to be asked. He was never the one to initiate. After all, depression has always made it hard for him to think of his own needs or to even have any in the first place, so he's never requested any sexual favours. But right here, in this situation now, even if he didn't outright ask for anything... ]
[ ... ]
[ He presses his face into the crook of Akira's neck, his long eyelashes batting against the other's skin. He focuses on his breathing - in and out, in and out - as he trails his fingers across the edge of the towel. He chooses to leave it on, though it's debatable whether he's doing it for Akira's sake and to give him some sense of privacy or if he's just too lazy to untie it. Regardless, a hand slips underneath and finds its way to the other's cock. Is he hard? Soft? Halfway? Whichever one that he is, Minato finds the head, gently grips the length underneath, and runs a thumb across it. For the next few seconds, he rubs circles around the tip, waiting to see if there's any reaction. ]
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Nothing more than that. Akira peels at Minato's layers and only finds more complexities and mysteries beneath, no closer to unravelling him than he was the day they met. As it goes, that only compels him to keep digging.
Beneath Minato's fingers, Akira is half-hard, but that very quickly changes when he begins to stroke along the tip of his cock. Whatever lingering effects the springs have had on Akira come bubbling back up to the surface in the form of arousal and low, shuddering sighs. He does his best to keep himself silent, but there's no helping the way those breaths coast across the curve of Minato's cheek.
Still, Akira can't satisfy himself with doing things in half-measures. If Minato has had enough of kissing him, fine. Akira will still angle to press a kiss to his cheek while his fingers stroke a touch more firmly along his cock, precum slick beneath the pad of his thumb. Minato's walls are stacked up high, but he'll draw out what must be a stressful and unwanted encounter if he doesn't let some part of himself give into intimacy and his very apparent arousal. Tough as it is, it's better this way.]
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[ He continues to rub small circles across the tip of Akira's cock, but he stops for a moment. Almost agonizing slow, he slips his hand out from underneath the towel and brings it up to his mouth, his face still buried in the crook of the other's neck. He breathes out and licks the underside of his thumb, tasting whatever slick wetness that it may have been coated with. He then licks the palm of his hand and returns back to the covers of the towel, wrapping his fingers across the length - just low enough that he can still keep an attentive thumb over the tip. He begins to slowly pump, moving his wrist up and down, as he presses his face deeper into Akira's face. ]
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The thought crosses Akira's mind unbidden, but he shoves it away quickly enough, pays it no mind. He doesn't want to lament being unable to see Minato's face twist up in ecstasy, but he can't help desiring it either, biting down on his lips both as a means to staunch his voice and to punish himself for his selfishness.
He wants all that Minato is, but he'll chalk that up to the water's lingering hold on his psyche. He'll chalk it up to pure arousal and nothing more, twitching heavily in Minato's fingers long before he slicks them up with saliva, a move that has him struggling not to lift his hips where he's grounded them to the tatami.
He focuses on the entirety of Minato's length, circling the tip only long enough to redistribute that precum along the length of his shaft, but Minato's choosing violence. He's choosing to target the tip and Akira's already breathless, coated in goosebumps and huffing quietly against Minato's cheek. He shouldn't have to tell another guy this, but–]
Don't focus so much on the tip. You're killing me.
[And it's a sweet death, but it's not the one he wants. It's scalding him rather than slowly boiling him alive, you feel? Ease up.]
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[ He'll comply. He releases his thumb and chooses to simply stroke. Perhaps boring and slow, but that's all this was going to be. He's just being taken care of and he's repaying back the favour. ]
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Still, it gives Akira the breath needed to make Demands. Ooh, maybe Minato shouldn't have relented after all.]
Show me your face.
[Let him see those lips, boy. One kiss is enough for the card, but it's not for Akira. Oh, and he's changing up his technique, grabbing Minato's cock overhand and letting his thumb rub along the frenulum with every pass of his hand. Suffer.]
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