[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.]
[ He definitely shouldn't have relented. He shivers at the first rub, his breath coming out shaky. Then, with each passing touch, he starts to tense up more and more, and the hand on the other's shoulder grips harder. He bites down onto his bottom lip and tries to focus on continuing a consistent pace on stroking Akira's cock. Maybe he should just go straight back for the tip. ]
[ But he actively chooses not to. Instead, he just presses his face further into Akira's neck and mutters- ]
[Good, struggle. That's what Akira likes to see, and moreover, he'd rather feel those fingers shake along his length than confidently coax him towards release. There's much too much appeal in seeing Minato crumble, and when he refuses to cooperate, Akira huffs a laugh of his own.]
Alright. I will.
[It's your funeral, Minato. With his free hand, Akira pushes Minato down by his shoulder onto the futon and eclipses him. His smile is not to be trusted, nor is the rest of him, but Minato has no choice but to gawk at the asshole who just knocked him flat on his back.]
That's better. You didn't think you could hide from me forever, did you?
[ He should have seen this coming. After all, he was the one who challenged Akira, but even so, he's surprised when he's pushed onto his back. It knocks the breath out of him and for a brief moment, he absolutely gawks upwards at the asshole who did knock him flat. Taken off guard, he no longer has a grip on the other's cock or shoulder. Instead, his hands lay beside him. ]
[ This position - it makes him twitch in Akira's hand. It's frustratingly arousing and his heart starts to drown out everything again. He's heavily panting and his eyes are unfocused. The heat is raising to his face and he brings up his arms to cover it. This may make him appear more submissive, more embarrassed, but he's not going to make it easy for Akira to look at him. ]
[The frustration's cute, and while it's not quite what Akira was going for? He'll take it. He'll take it and then he'll take more, capitalizing on a golden opportunity to bend low and kiss the tip of Minato's cock. Mwah.
He has no intention of making this easy on Minato either. He stays where he is, urging Minato's thighs apart so he can more easily settle between them, and lets the tip of that cock push his lips open wide. Oh no, he's not going to make this easy on Minato at all– not for a second, taking Minato further and further into the wet heat of his mouth until the tip's aching dully in Akira's throat. Someone's had some practice.]
[ He gasps loudly. It's-- fuck -- it's hot. The inside of Akira's mouth is so hot and wet and he lets out a small whine as he throbs at the back of the other's throat. He bites back down on his lower lip in an attempt to subdue any more embarrassing sounds and one of his hands grip tightly in itself as he presses his forearm into his eyes. ]
[ Fuck. ]
[ With shaky hesitation, he removes one of his arms from his face and brings his hand to Akira's head, entwining his fingers with the other's silky, black hair. He doesn't pull or grip. He simply keeps it there as he dares to lift his forearm to just peek - just for a quick second - down at the sight. ]
[Luckily for Minato, Akira's concentrating too hard on his task to lock eyes with him mid-dick suck. He bobs dutifully long his length while tending to himself with a hand, because fuck being a proper gentlemen. He has needs, Minato. Please keep this in mind for the future.
It doesn't take too long for Akira to familiarize himself with having a cock in his throat again, and with a certain degree of confidence, he takes Minato right down to the base and swallows around him. Get you a boyfriend who can vore your dick like a snake, Minato. You'll never be left wanting again. He can't help how much noise he's making, but whatever. Minato should be appreciative of Akira's sloppy wet blowjob ASMR.]
[ He definitely appreciates Akira's sloppy wet blowjob ASMR. Paired with how incredibly hot he looks, sucking on that cock and taking him whole, Minato is already on the edge. Fuck, Akira has no right to make this feel as good as it does. His fingertips dig into the other's scalp and his toes curl. He can't look anymore or else... ]
K... Kurusu...
[ He blindly moves his hand on Akira's head to gently push him off. If this continues for any longer, he's going to come in the other's mouth and for some reason, he's not sure if he wants to do that. He's had mixed feelings about this entire situation from the very beginning. Having someone swallow his cum feels... far too intimate. ]
[Alas, Akira's far from a high enough rank to consider ignoring that hand and polishing Minato off when he's throbbing heavily in his throat and is very clearly standing on the edge of release. He'll stop, looking up to see the mess of damp skin and ruddy cheeks he's left in his wake, as he pops wetly off Minato's cock. Good food. His compliments to the chef.]
Yeah. Where do you want it?
[The nut, that is. Akira will worry about finishing himself off after he's taken care of Minato. He'll try to make this quick.]
[ He shivers, being suddenly exposed. Instantly, a part of him wants Akira's mouth back on him and to finish inside, but he pushes that thought to the side. Instead, he opts for the boring answer. ]
T-- The towel.
[ It'd be hotter to come on him, that part says before being shoved aside again. He thinks that he won't be able to look at Akira in the eye if he does. The situation is already embarrassing enough. ]
[The towel... That's the definition of boring, Minato, but Akira will allow it. After all, he'd do more harm than good at this point by insisting that he finish in his mouth, much as Akira wants to taste him on his tongue just a little bit more.
He sits up, tugging his own towel off his hips and wrapping his hand anew around Minato's cock.]
I'll be quick.
[That's what Minato would prefer, right? To be handled quickly, efficiently, so he can put this behind himself. Akira jerks Minato off just like that – doing so at a hastened pace – and keeps the towel at the ready for when he can't resist his touch any longer. It won't be long now, will it?]
[ Perhaps in the future, Minato will be willing to finish in Akira's mouth, but right now is not one of those times. The circumstances behind this are... not ideal. Even as he's been jerked off, ready to come in a towel, this is nothing short of embarrassing and slightly demeaning. Therefore, he's glad when he soon finishes. ]
[ His hips buckle and he lets out a low groan, his face twisting in pleasure. The hand that was once entangled in Akira's hair, it's now on the futon, gripping the covers tightly. He's backed up. He hasn't come in months. Even as he finishes, his cock twitches and leaks, still half-hard. Panting heavily, he can't move right away. He lays there as the post-nut clarity sinks in and he starts to regret all of his choices. He's not the type to run and hide, but it sure does sound appealing. As if to fight that cowardly urge, he finally shows his entire face, removing his arm, and glances down at Akira. He still needs to finish as well, doesn't he? ]
[If only all that self-loathing could've come shooting out like the absolute mess that's left behind on this towel. It's almost heavy – that's how much cum there is here – and Akira has to keep his eyebrows from heading for his hairline with the amount of surprise that accosts him. When was the last time Minato came?
Afterwards, he almost hesitates to wrap the towel up in itself and set it aside. What a waste. His stomach would've hated him for it, but Akira would rather have swallowed this nice big mess.
He'll be hearing that low groan ring in his ears for weeks to come, but Akira can't run off to the bathroom and finish himself off to the thought of it with Minato staring down at his cock. It's stiff and aching, a deep red at the tip, but... It would be so much easier to finish this himself. Minato's discomfort a nettling, ever-present thing. He'd feel bad asking him to handle this now. Akira has a feeling he knows what the answer will be, but–]
I'll take care of it. You already fulfilled your end of the bargain.
[They've both punched out a square, haven't they? There's no need for Minato to trouble himself further. It's obvious by the look on his face that post-nut clarity's smacked him right in the face.]
[ If Minato was any less stubborn, he would have taken the free escape, but he's not. Even with post-nut clarity and the effects of the springs wearing out, he's not the type to hit it then quit it. He has to repay back the favour, but he's also willing to let Akira handle it himself if he really wants to. He's not the forceful type. ]
Mm... you sure about that?
[ He has pushed himself upwards, sitting awkwardly with his back hunched over. ]
[He's offered Akira an out, placing the onus on him to allow Minato to take over or to run away, and Akira has no qualms with quitting while he's ahead. This will save Minato the trouble.
Akira pulls on a smile, and it's not quite effortless, but he's deceptively easy nonetheless. He gets to his feet, already making his way to the bathroom before he's answered Minato's question.]
Positive. If you don't mind, I'll be using the shower first.
[And if Minato doesn't mind, Akira won't wait for his reply before stepping into the bathroom and sliding the door shut behind him.]
[ Hm... Minato feels as if he's made a mistake, letting Akira make the choice when it was obvious what he was going to choose, but he also doesn't push it. He lets the other boy go and take his shower without protest. Perhaps this really is best... ]
[ He moves off the futon to pull at the covers and get underneath. He doesn't feel like he needs to shower. He just feels tired, and sleep will help to push all of his thoughts out of his mind. It's always has, so when Akira returns, Minato will be already fast asleep. Perhaps they will discuss this awkward moment in the near future... ]
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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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[ But he actively chooses not to. Instead, he just presses his face further into Akira's neck and mutters- ]
... make me.
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Alright. I will.
[It's your funeral, Minato. With his free hand, Akira pushes Minato down by his shoulder onto the futon and eclipses him. His smile is not to be trusted, nor is the rest of him, but Minato has no choice but to gawk at the asshole who just knocked him flat on his back.]
That's better. You didn't think you could hide from me forever, did you?
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[ This position - it makes him twitch in Akira's hand. It's frustratingly arousing and his heart starts to drown out everything again. He's heavily panting and his eyes are unfocused. The heat is raising to his face and he brings up his arms to cover it. This may make him appear more submissive, more embarrassed, but he's not going to make it easy for Akira to look at him. ]
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He has no intention of making this easy on Minato either. He stays where he is, urging Minato's thighs apart so he can more easily settle between them, and lets the tip of that cock push his lips open wide. Oh no, he's not going to make this easy on Minato at all– not for a second, taking Minato further and further into the wet heat of his mouth until the tip's aching dully in Akira's throat. Someone's had some practice.]
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[ Fuck. ]
[ With shaky hesitation, he removes one of his arms from his face and brings his hand to Akira's head, entwining his fingers with the other's silky, black hair. He doesn't pull or grip. He simply keeps it there as he dares to lift his forearm to just peek - just for a quick second - down at the sight. ]
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It doesn't take too long for Akira to familiarize himself with having a cock in his throat again, and with a certain degree of confidence, he takes Minato right down to the base and swallows around him. Get you a boyfriend who can vore your dick like a snake, Minato. You'll never be left wanting again. He can't help how much noise he's making, but whatever. Minato should be appreciative of Akira's sloppy wet blowjob ASMR.]
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K... Kurusu...
[ He blindly moves his hand on Akira's head to gently push him off. If this continues for any longer, he's going to come in the other's mouth and for some reason, he's not sure if he wants to do that. He's had mixed feelings about this entire situation from the very beginning. Having someone swallow his cum feels... far too intimate. ]
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Yeah. Where do you want it?
[The nut, that is. Akira will worry about finishing himself off after he's taken care of Minato. He'll try to make this quick.]
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T-- The towel.
[ It'd be hotter to come on him, that part says before being shoved aside again. He thinks that he won't be able to look at Akira in the eye if he does. The situation is already embarrassing enough. ]
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He sits up, tugging his own towel off his hips and wrapping his hand anew around Minato's cock.]
I'll be quick.
[That's what Minato would prefer, right? To be handled quickly, efficiently, so he can put this behind himself. Akira jerks Minato off just like that – doing so at a hastened pace – and keeps the towel at the ready for when he can't resist his touch any longer. It won't be long now, will it?]
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[ His hips buckle and he lets out a low groan, his face twisting in pleasure. The hand that was once entangled in Akira's hair, it's now on the futon, gripping the covers tightly. He's backed up. He hasn't come in months. Even as he finishes, his cock twitches and leaks, still half-hard. Panting heavily, he can't move right away. He lays there as the post-nut clarity sinks in and he starts to regret all of his choices. He's not the type to run and hide, but it sure does sound appealing. As if to fight that cowardly urge, he finally shows his entire face, removing his arm, and glances down at Akira. He still needs to finish as well, doesn't he? ]
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Afterwards, he almost hesitates to wrap the towel up in itself and set it aside. What a waste. His stomach would've hated him for it, but Akira would rather have swallowed this nice big mess.
He'll be hearing that low groan ring in his ears for weeks to come, but Akira can't run off to the bathroom and finish himself off to the thought of it with Minato staring down at his cock. It's stiff and aching, a deep red at the tip, but... It would be so much easier to finish this himself. Minato's discomfort a nettling, ever-present thing. He'd feel bad asking him to handle this now. Akira has a feeling he knows what the answer will be, but–]
I'll take care of it. You already fulfilled your end of the bargain.
[They've both punched out a square, haven't they? There's no need for Minato to trouble himself further. It's obvious by the look on his face that post-nut clarity's smacked him right in the face.]
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Mm... you sure about that?
[ He has pushed himself upwards, sitting awkwardly with his back hunched over. ]
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Akira pulls on a smile, and it's not quite effortless, but he's deceptively easy nonetheless. He gets to his feet, already making his way to the bathroom before he's answered Minato's question.]
Positive. If you don't mind, I'll be using the shower first.
[And if Minato doesn't mind, Akira won't wait for his reply before stepping into the bathroom and sliding the door shut behind him.]
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[ He moves off the futon to pull at the covers and get underneath. He doesn't feel like he needs to shower. He just feels tired, and sleep will help to push all of his thoughts out of his mind. It's always has, so when Akira returns, Minato will be already fast asleep. Perhaps they will discuss this awkward moment in the near future... ]