[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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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... ]