[ Dimly, Mine wonders if Nishikiyama means to leave another mark. The slight graze of his teeth is more pleasant than lying bare. He doesn't want Nishikiyama to see him like that, and if Nishikiyama does, he doesn't want to know. Mine intends to obscure his expression behind the other's forearm, where he notices the smell of nicotine and ash from his fingers next to his face only in its absence, when he rolls to the opposite side. Mine pulls his arm reaching around out from under, his other hand slips off of Nishikiyama's shoulder and places on his own stomach. He purposely doesn't think about touching himself; Nishikiyama's 'sorry' makes him feel abashed.
Looking up at the ceiling is the interim to turning his head over. His bangs fall back into his face and the longest piece tugs on his eyelashes. Mine is surprised. Nishikiyama's face seems soft enough to match his tone. He worries about feeling good, or if he will, not yet reflecting on his hard-on-apparent for proof; what did it feel like for Nishikiyama. Mine's abs still flex when he grips him. ]
If that's what you want.
[ He's being sincere. Though, like Nishikiyama'd said, Mine thinks about him and realizes his response isn't a good fit. He knows he hoards silence in the dark brown eyes across from him. Like he's not said anything yet Mine gives a different answer, just as honest. ]
[ There'd been a moment, visible, where he had pondered the meaning behind the other's words. By themselves, they'd left room to second guess. What Nishikiyama wants to do now is what Mine wants him to— thankfully, an answer more direct in nature is given. Far easier to follow and not to overthink. He obeys the suggestion with his cheek on a pillow, fingers stroking Mine from root to tip. The first time he'd come tonight had been quick; maybe it's best he take his ministrations more slowly. Mine's member is hot in his hand. Thick too, come to think of it. ]
—Big. [ He mumbles. It's off-topic. ] Body's not fair.
[ Nishikiyama keeps going, pumping diligently at the swollen length. After a curious moment, he watches Mine and wonders if he's enjoying what he's looking at after all. Is it enough? ]
[ That scoff of a laugh Nishikiyama heard when Mine'd only been tipsy. It's because he sort of remembers hearing the same complaint when they were both wasted. His dick is the one thing he'd never had to work for, even the rest of his body—chiseled muscles, trimmed and waxed hair—spell out Mine's need to look his best and put in any effort possible. Because he's vain, he presses the side with the cut on his cheek into another pillow. His eyes don't leave. He likes the slowness, breath hissing between his teeth, his lashes flutter to pull him out of the depth of his typical frown. That Mine usually shies away from such closeness is kind of inconsequential in light of them just having had sex. ]
I work out.
[ He tries to make his answer fit, drifting to his physique in general. In lieu of using his hands, Mine's gaze traces the curve of Nishikiyama's shoulder and how his movement translates there. It's attractive. How does he compliment another man's body? ]
[ It's perhaps the first time tonight Mine's put his hands on him as an initiator. Nishikiyama's shoulder doesn't dip or shy from the other man's touch, and his expression shifts readably while he considers Mine's attempted compliment. ]
It's different though.
[ They both have muscles, but Nishikiyama sees that the mass and cuts of them are different. ]
You're more like... robust. Like a horse or something.
[ This kind of conversation is nice though, he thinks. They're talking about nothing. Nishikiyama enjoys it. ]
My sister used to say I should go join Johnny's.
[ Maybe Mine will find that a funny thought. His eyes flutter lower to nudge and rouse at the rose-flushed glans, tapping at the slit there with the pad of his index finger. Some stickiness from Mine's precum crackles before he slips his hand back down the shaft, angling Mine's cock towards himself more. The thought of slipping it between his thighs flickers through, and Nishikiyama ever so slightly wheedles his legs in vague suggestion. ]
[ Despite the necessarily lingering tension, Nishikiyama's commentary relaxes the conversation. Most of their interactions have been weighty. Mine enjoys the warmth, both emotional and physical, and lets his hand slide down to touch Nishikiyama's chest. His elbow bends, he doesn't push distance between them. Mine's fingers splay, Nishikiyama is more flat but still toned. His eyes have strayed there, he notices when he needs to pull his gaze back up to look at Nishikiyama's face.
His sister may have had a bigger imagination than Nishikiyama's ambition, Mine thinks. That, and that his charisma would have served him as an idol. His looks too, he imagines easily. ]
Did you ever consider it?
[ He's probably asking more seriously about it than Nishikiyama meant for it to be. Mine feels kind of selfish about the prospect, though. They wouldn't have met. As Nishikiyama's legs subtly shift, Mine's hips budge towards him. ]
No, I'm yakuza and always will be. I've known it since '82.
[ He remembers the conversation back then with Kiryu; about Kazama and their dreams for the future. ]
It's sort of funny to imagine though— some parallel world where I'm up there with SMAP.
[ Two hands take Mine's cock in them now, thumbing the scrotum and stroking generously over the hot lotion and length. His eyes move up through his lashes to look at Mine. ]
You took an oath, too. To the Nishikiyama Family.
[ With his chest pressed close enough against Mine's hand, his heartbeat can be felt. ]
[ First thought strays to how old he was in 1982, then to how old Nishikiyama would have been– regardless of the option of showbiz, they would've already set out on different paths. But it's not for long enough to turn their talk onto a path of sobriety too dry for the moment. Deliberately, Mine lets a smile tug on the corner of his mouth instead.
His eyelashes flutter, hiding from Nishikiyama's gaze out of faint reflex. His dick begins to build up more against the patriarch's palm. Mine can count beats per minute. It's natural to have wondered, but Nishikiyama reminds him of the distance that, particularly in this moment, sits unnaturally between them. ]
I know– [ He didn't make his decision back in '82 but; ] I don't regret it.
I'm not bad at dancing or singing actually, so yeah.
[ Nishikiyama is confident of this because he thinks he's better than Kiryu at both. There's some cheekiness to his statement, and a subtle smile brushes his own lips similarly. ]
Mh.
[ When Mine expresses his certainty, Nishikiyama's at a loss of what to reply. Nonetheless, it seems to have been the correct thing to say because he ushers Mine closer to himself, shifting on the sheets until he can wedge Mine between his thighs rather than continue pumping with his hands. As he moves to touch the side of Mine's neck, he can feel the other's arousal throbbing between his legs. An occasional twitch. ]
You can fuck them.
[ His fingertips touch the ends of Mine's hair. A coy inclination of his head on the pillow follows. ]
[ Over the past months Mine'd rarely found Nishikiyama's silence to be interpret as something good. This time, though, he isn't left with any unnecessary suspense. Dozens others have taken the same oath as him; none of them share this intimacy. His gaze flutters under lashes. Nishikiyama can feel Mine's pulse at his neck. ]
Nh...
[ As Nishikiyama shuffles Mine's hips tilt to lay on his side. His back entrance pinches at the excess of Nishikiyama's load, leaving behind a stain on the bed. Nishikiyama's thighs are warm and void Mine's discomfort.
Mine'd barely touched him– Afraid to? Too busy getting fucked? His cheek brushes against Nishikiyama's fingertips with intent. Body language blares it in his face, but Nishikiyama's comment allows Mine slide his hand from the other man's chest all the way down to his ass. He pulls him closer, fingers denting the muscle, it's movement where Mine's dick thrusts into the tight space. ]
[ Nishikiyama's glutes are taut beneath Mine's grip and he catches his thrusts into his legs each time. Some wetness collects where Mine rubs himself to get off. Nishikiyama huffs a couple of times in the rougher motions, finding the raw nature of it all erotic. He'd just felt that way a while ago. Draping his arms over Mine's shoulders, he lets him fuck his thighs with a pleased look in his eyes. The fingers once at the ends of his hair brush his bangs back now instead. ]
Don't. It's fine.
[ Because Nishikiyama wants to see him ejaculate. Hips rock into him, and he leans forward to catch Mine's bottom lip in his teeth. ]
[ There'd been a moment, with Nishikiyama on top of him, where all of it'd seemed so uncanny. Mine's consciousness had teetered on the knowledge that Nishikiyama's new know-how must come from somewhere, but at the same time there was no slotted place for his own experience. Trying to heat still rises to his shoulders, neck and face, blooming in the rays of Nishikiyama's glance. He didn't hate it. Their intimacy, as Nishikiyama thrust into him, had no match. ]
Hah... I'm–
[ Close. It's good. Now his motions are instinctual, something Mine can sort and put away by fucking into the permissive gap between Nishikiyama's legs. Mine feels himself fill out and his rhythm adjusts to his imminent climax. Nishikiyama holds him close and Mine's lips latch over the bite of his teeth. He pokes his tongue into the kiss, breathing hard.
This time, the intensity that fills Mine's eyes at his own movement, at Nishikiyama's body flush against his, tries to hide with his head pressed against the pillow. Nishikiyama can still see it, though, how Mine's brows pull tight and he breaks out of the kiss, mouth open. Again, cumming for the second time, there's less. Mine rides out his orgasm, sliding against Nishikiyama's skin easily with the lubrication; his thighs quiver, his hips stutter and eventually stop.
Drawn close together, Mine keeps his hand on Nishikiyama's ass, skin and muscle still taut under his fingertips. It doesn't meet the feeling of Nishikiyama inside of him, though. ]
[ The kiss is broken on a voiced exhale. He feels Mine tense and brace against him, and his own legs straighten. Less fluid than before splatters over the backs of Nishikiyama's thighs. Mine rides his high. It takes everything in Nishikiyama not to get turned on by it again in turn, his cock sort of wilted, but he somehow resists. He keeps Mine close when he holds still. The cum leaks down his legs— he feels gravity pulling it. ]
All good?
[ It's a given that it had been, but Nishikiyama shifts. As Mine comes off his orgasm, Nishikiyama separates his legs from their tightly pressed pose to reveal the gummy mess of lube and spunk left between. He's satisfied with what's there. Mine's attraction to him is physically evident. Flattering. ]
[ Nishikiyama'd said he liked him headfirst and assertive, but just the bid to come here'd rendered Mine malleable in all honesty. Breaths fill his lungs deep, winding him down, soft and spent. The heel of his hand grazes the front of Nishikiyama's hip, easing his solid grip off his ass, where there's hardly any muscle or fat draped over the bone.
Mine nods as he might, head shuffling there as he lays. The mess he'd added to and where he glances down at is indeed his proof. He finds satisfaction in Nishikiyama's eyes, and affection. It's hard to think of him as the Nishikiyama Family's patriarch at that moment. As the adrenaline drains, Mine turns his shoulders slightly. His gaze remains on the other man, first the tight furrows of his brow release somewhat, then quickly return. ]
—I've never felt like this before.
[ Mine has difficulty spelling it out further, the physical as well as the emotional part. What now? The same question from last time'd just been answered. ]
[ Nishikiyama is unsure of what to do with his hands; of whether the moment has passed, or if he should keep them there in his hair. Fingers curl together, and his eyes go somewhere else when Mine speaks. There's so much weight to the statement. It leaves a lot for Nishikiyama to trust. But his oath— right, his oath. As long as Mine is in the yakuza, Mine belongs to him. Nishikiyama is still reluctant to answer or acknowledge that the words make him feel anything in turn. He tries not to think about them too much. Vaguely, he stays wound together with Mine instead. Toying lightly with his bangs. The air of the love hotel smells like sex and cigarette smoke. ]
Like what?
[ His eyes meet Mine's again. He's afraid of what he might say to him— not of Mine not meaning his own words, but instead of himself. He'd abandoned someone he'd sworn an oath to before. Multiple people now.
Had he actually wanted to? He doesn't know. Nishikiyama holds onto Mine's shoulder without saying anything else. ]
[ Nishikiyama's question doesn't betray his own feelings. It's something Mine'd hoped for. Fingers keep passing in front of his face as shadows, tugging on his hairline gently. His gaze strays there subconsciously, parting from Nishikiyama's eyes with ambivalence. Unaware of Nishikiyama's current reservations, they still share the same air– an absence of faith in the relationships around them.
Mine hadn't said what he said without putting thought behind it, though. Sex had served a necessity in his life, but there'd been no desire of intimacy anymore beyond, between him and a woman. This is different. Here's a bond Mine'd looked for, but it's a connection wholly unlike what he'd envisioned to find in the yakuza. It's obvious in what way, right? Need he put it into words after all, he will. ]
Like I'm at the point of surrendering myself to you.
[ Mine's expression hardly changes, set and almost stern. His chest feels light, his shoulders heavy when he says so. ]
[ Surrender is a powerful word. It moves the feelings in Nishikiyama's chest without surfacing any of the lurking darkness. The word surrender confirms that Mine is his to have. That Mine still wants him. A pledge of loyalty, Mine can surrender to Nishikiyama without Nishikiyama needing to surrender or feel some kind of way back. All without the promise that it's equal. Tracing the shape of his collarbone, Nishikiyama settles into accepting that sentiment. Into being at peace with it. He doesn't take it lightly and doesn't see Mine as any less captivating. ]
I want you.
[ He'd said it in the car the first time they'd tried anything, and he says it now. What's more, he's able to continue: ]
All of you, every part. Nothing's enough for me anymore otherwise.
[ His tongue feels numb after saying it. Nishikiyama hadn't ever expected he might find the words to explain, but he's found Mine to be capable of understanding and reading through the lines. His eyes burn. ]
I doubt you have anything left to lose. You're in bed with yakuza.
[ Just as Mine had seen Nishikiyama differently— perhaps as someone beyond his title— he envelopes himself back in the identity out of habit. No one left present or living sees him as anything else. Nishikiyama doesn't see what Mine sees. Blind to what parts of him aren't patriarch, his fingers slip to touch the cut on Mine's cheek. ]
...This is the bottom of society, Mine. You're in hell with me.
[ Mine hears the echo of it, the first time he'd elicited the words from Nishikiyama in the car. They would be enough. It's plenty for Mine to know that Nishikiyama will accept his devotion, and his sacrifice in whatever shape they'll take. He searches Nishikiyama's eyes for diminution, afraid to find it, all the same needing to be convinced there's nothing there. When he goes on, Mine's fatalism shatters to pieces.
Every part, he'll give that. His money, his body, his passion. Loyalty and affection mingle together. Mine feels himself tremble—reality shows none of it—every muscle he'd used in the coliseum about to fray, every bit of skin that'd had Nishikiyama's touch to it bursting open. This is how it feels when Mine walks himself over the verge he'd teetered on. ]
I want you to have it all.
[ He understands. What he says means totality to Nishikiyama. At the same time, Mine feels he's made a selfish confession because he comforts himself alongside. Nishikiyama will take every inexperienced piece of him too. There's no regret, though. There's a longer silence. Nishikiyama's gaze is red-hot, yet Mine feels like reaching out, even at the risk of burning himself. With their bodies pressed against each other, if this is the warmth of the abyss gaping beneath him... ]
You're right. There's nothing else.
[ The cut on Mine's cheek had opened itself back up from simple friction against the sheets. Gelled but not dried, Nishikiyama's fingers will come away with a thin line of red on them. Mine doesn't flinch. He doesn't sound dejected by his apparent loss. He sinks into Nishikiyama's dark browns, like they're the pit that swallows his fall. The comparison is lyrical, Mine finds. He doesn't shy from it. ]
Heaven's not paradise, if this is hell.
[ At the summit of society, the sky opens up to emptiness. The air there is thin. ]
[ Nishikiyama's face gets a little hotter hearing that, but the dim lighting of the room doesn't show the flush for what it is. Some of Mine's blood is caught in the minuscule lines of his thumbprint. If it's a staring contest, Nishikiyama will lose— not because he doesn't agree, but because he's taken off guard. It isn't often he doesn't get the last word anymore. ]
You— [ He huffs something like a laugh shallowly, looking at the early blooming hickey he'd left on Mine's skin. A bad habit that Mine in the morning probably hates. He smears his thumb there to dry it. ] I never pictured you saying something like that out loud.
[ But Nishikiyama definitely doesn't mind. He leans closer in bed to him, kissing him once on the mouth as a present. ]
Don't know where your suave alter ego is coming from right now, but I don't hate it.
[ The scoff is felt on his breath. ]
You mean that? Tell me straight. [ Nishikiyama wants the affirmation; to hear Mine say it to him again. ]
[ The spot on his neck, tender like several more others, is the only bruise he'll carry on from tonight with adulation. Same as for Nishikiyama, the light does a lot to hide Mine's reaction on his face, though this time he does little to conceal it any other way. He knows that here, like in any other place, he's not usually the one to decide how a conversation ends.
When Nishikiyama's soft laugh isn't scorn, rather than replying Mine accepts the kiss, fleeting but wanted. There's hardly time to part his own lips to it, though. His thumb brushes over the crest of Nishikiyama's hip. Where Mine's touch'd been flattened against the skin becomes cool in the absence of his hand, shifting a little. Still guarded, he likes touching Nishikiyama. ]
I mean it.
[ Mine's gaze remains solemn until he says it. What'd been a hint of melancholy in his realization soon fades. ]
I'm in a world of wealth. There's no price I won't pay to be with you.
[ And then Mine doesn't hesitate to follow through. Some of Nishikiyama simply wants to bask in the warmth of the words. Such affections are long forgotten, with most men around him instead motivated by fear or disdain. Mine, however... ]
Don't leave my side.
[ That's it; that's the price. ]
You don't have to pay anything else. Just that.
[ Nishikiyama unravels from Mine slightly. His fingers slip into the gaps of Mine's own, still there on the bone of his hip. ]
[ It's an easy offer for him to make, one to follow through on. Money can't buy happiness. After working himself out of poverty, Mine'd grown into the reality that he's hardly any more fulfilled. Proud, yes, secure too. Resentful to spend his fortune on solitude, of the people that surround him for a bit of cash. Nishikiyama is different. Mine has fostered the sentiments shared over some drinks, since. ]
If that's all–
[ Then it's easy. He's sought to devote himself. ]
Very well.
[ Nishikiyama keeps him there. He reaches his thumb between the space of Nishikiyama's fingers, between thumb and index. Mine obliges, out of his depths, to reject a bid for closeness. Something he'd fled from not too long ago gifts him serenity, or rather, Nishikiyama does. ]
[ It's enough. For a fat amount of time, Nishikiyama is pleased to simply lay on his side and feel the thumb grazing the side of his knuckle. Digits loosely curled. There's no sound other than that of their slowed breathing; the hotel room traps them in a world that consists of just them. Though the sweat has dried on Nishikiyama's skin, no longer uncomfortably hot, he lets his eyes go back to Mine when he's deemed they've enjoyed the silence long enough. ]
—We stink.
[ Complaint. Though he says it's both of them, more specifically, he's self-conscious of himself. Given how Mine probably lasers his whole body, he's truthfully not even sure if the other man is capable of smelling bad. He hadn't noticed. The smell of them having ejaculated more than once is prominent. He squirms out from under the blanket to sit himself up sideways, his body betrayingly lean-figured without his jacket or the blankets to hide his actual size. ]
[ Nishikiyama's hand slips off of Mine's and his body from underneath. His brow creases again, after being in that quiet and comfortable place to unwind. Watching Nishikiyama sit, Mine's body necessarily shifts too. He puts weight on his shoulder to prop himself up. Like on himself, the definition of Nishikiyama's muscles disappears under his suit. They're different shapes, though. The groves from Nishikiyama's collarbone to his shoulders and chest don't run as deep. Instead, the indented lines at his waist, where Mine'd kept his hand, are far more defined. The combination makes him looks slimmer. If Mine were to call his observation anything else, it's adoration.
Ultimately, his decision gets dragged out. He finds himself agreeing; he'd exhausted himself and just rinsing after the fight hadn't been enough. This time, he should go first. Sweat and more clings to his skin, especially between his legs. Getting up and out of the covers, there's evidence even in the low light ]
I'll shower–
[ Nishikiyama's cum trails rivulets down the back of his thighs.
Mine tries to move as if the sensation doesn't make him wobble, drawing the curtains outside the bathroom cabin before he goes in. Surrounded by the pressure of the water hitting tile, Mine stands bracing against the wall with one hand, it washing down his body. His knees get weak and his hips lock against the phantom motions of Nishikiyama rocking into him. Bearing down feels awkward when he's empty otherwise. Gravity urges him. Mine feels himself flush hot under a tepid stream when he pulls his ass cheek aside, getting out what Nishikiyama'd spent inside and letting the water flow in between. No more than a room away, Mine thinks of him. ]
[ Not too much later, there's a faint scrape of rail with the curtain pulled aside. Nishikiyama can be seen standing outside of the shower room before he lets himself in. By the time he enters, the glass box is full of steam. Nishikiyama tries not to look at Mine too much when he washes himself where he'd been earlier penetrated, moving beside him to stand beneath the rain shower head.
Despite brighter light and circumstances that may ordinarily make him shy, he's confident in stance if only because he'd seen how Mine had been made to hobble. He thumbs and combs through his roots, pulling his locks down from how they're usually combed back. As his black hair gets wetter, he reaches for one of the complementary washcloths and pumps body soap into it. He drags the suds over his skin— starts with his waist first. He watches Mine from the side. ]
Mine.
[ He sweeps his hair to the side, most pieces parted and swept over the top of his scalp from above his right ear. It's flat on his neck from the water. His skin shines. Without further explanation, he takes a wet step forward and places the balled, soapy cloth against the smoke of Mine's kirin. ]
[ With his eyes cast down, his head tilted forward, Mine's hair hangs in wet clumps in front of his face. The water raining from above drips from the tip of his nose, the curve of his upper lip, his chin. He'd turned up the heat, letting it relax his muscles, misting up the glass. Some chill gets let in alongside Nishikiyama. Gooseflesh skin reaches up Mine's forearms. He pushes his hair back, his usual style that'll unravel again in seconds. Wet it's almost black, but fails to make Mine look harsher with the stark color.
Mine watches Nishikiyama undo himself with a—first—tentative glance over his shoulder. Just once he'd seen him with his hair spilling over his ears and the sides of his face. Then, looking at the koifish tattoo, there'd been the amazing contrast of so much red and black. The lather working itself up makes Nishikiyama almost look pale as the tops of his shoulders also catch cool light. What his sidelong glimpse warps into is not something Mine hides, but his lashes, with droplets clinging, flutter. ]
Boss...
[ Still calling the other man like so seems far removed from where they stand; sensuality seeps into a moment Mine'd only thought to use to get clean. What can he say, though– he just reacts. The clouds of smoke on his skin are new and tender, sore from getting fucked on his back and moving roughly against the bedsheets. Mine's shoulders stiffen but ease when the motions of the washcloth on his back simply repeat.
Nishikiyama can see the kirin under the gloss of running water, draped over faintly reddened skin, as Mine's hands stay on the wall to square the canvas. ]
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Date: 2024-02-12 10:34 pm (UTC)Looking up at the ceiling is the interim to turning his head over. His bangs fall back into his face and the longest piece tugs on his eyelashes. Mine is surprised. Nishikiyama's face seems soft enough to match his tone. He worries about feeling good, or if he will, not yet reflecting on his hard-on-apparent for proof; what did it feel like for Nishikiyama. Mine's abs still flex when he grips him. ]
If that's what you want.
[ He's being sincere. Though, like Nishikiyama'd said, Mine thinks about him and realizes his response isn't a good fit. He knows he hoards silence in the dark brown eyes across from him. Like he's not said anything yet Mine gives a different answer, just as honest. ]
Just your hand. I want to look at you.
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Date: 2024-02-13 01:46 pm (UTC)—Big. [ He mumbles. It's off-topic. ] Body's not fair.
[ Nishikiyama keeps going, pumping diligently at the swollen length. After a curious moment, he watches Mine and wonders if he's enjoying what he's looking at after all. Is it enough? ]
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Date: 2024-02-14 12:21 am (UTC)[ That scoff of a laugh Nishikiyama heard when Mine'd only been tipsy. It's because he sort of remembers hearing the same complaint when they were both wasted. His dick is the one thing he'd never had to work for, even the rest of his body—chiseled muscles, trimmed and waxed hair—spell out Mine's need to look his best and put in any effort possible. Because he's vain, he presses the side with the cut on his cheek into another pillow. His eyes don't leave. He likes the slowness, breath hissing between his teeth, his lashes flutter to pull him out of the depth of his typical frown. That Mine usually shies away from such closeness is kind of inconsequential in light of them just having had sex. ]
I work out.
[ He tries to make his answer fit, drifting to his physique in general. In lieu of using his hands, Mine's gaze traces the curve of Nishikiyama's shoulder and how his movement translates there. It's attractive. How does he compliment another man's body? ]
You do, too.
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Date: 2024-02-14 07:19 am (UTC)It's different though.
[ They both have muscles, but Nishikiyama sees that the mass and cuts of them are different. ]
You're more like... robust. Like a horse or something.
[ This kind of conversation is nice though, he thinks. They're talking about nothing. Nishikiyama enjoys it. ]
My sister used to say I should go join Johnny's.
[ Maybe Mine will find that a funny thought. His eyes flutter lower to nudge and rouse at the rose-flushed glans, tapping at the slit there with the pad of his index finger. Some stickiness from Mine's precum crackles before he slips his hand back down the shaft, angling Mine's cock towards himself more. The thought of slipping it between his thighs flickers through, and Nishikiyama ever so slightly wheedles his legs in vague suggestion. ]
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Date: 2024-02-14 03:20 pm (UTC)[ Despite the necessarily lingering tension, Nishikiyama's commentary relaxes the conversation. Most of their interactions have been weighty. Mine enjoys the warmth, both emotional and physical, and lets his hand slide down to touch Nishikiyama's chest. His elbow bends, he doesn't push distance between them. Mine's fingers splay, Nishikiyama is more flat but still toned. His eyes have strayed there, he notices when he needs to pull his gaze back up to look at Nishikiyama's face.
His sister may have had a bigger imagination than Nishikiyama's ambition, Mine thinks. That, and that his charisma would have served him as an idol. His looks too, he imagines easily. ]
Did you ever consider it?
[ He's probably asking more seriously about it than Nishikiyama meant for it to be. Mine feels kind of selfish about the prospect, though. They wouldn't have met. As Nishikiyama's legs subtly shift, Mine's hips budge towards him. ]
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Date: 2024-02-14 03:43 pm (UTC)[ He remembers the conversation back then with Kiryu; about Kazama and their dreams for the future. ]
It's sort of funny to imagine though— some parallel world where I'm up there with SMAP.
[ Two hands take Mine's cock in them now, thumbing the scrotum and stroking generously over the hot lotion and length. His eyes move up through his lashes to look at Mine. ]
You took an oath, too. To the Nishikiyama Family.
[ With his chest pressed close enough against Mine's hand, his heartbeat can be felt. ]
Me.
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Date: 2024-02-15 12:28 am (UTC)[ First thought strays to how old he was in 1982, then to how old Nishikiyama would have been– regardless of the option of showbiz, they would've already set out on different paths. But it's not for long enough to turn their talk onto a path of sobriety too dry for the moment. Deliberately, Mine lets a smile tug on the corner of his mouth instead.
His eyelashes flutter, hiding from Nishikiyama's gaze out of faint reflex. His dick begins to build up more against the patriarch's palm. Mine can count beats per minute. It's natural to have wondered, but Nishikiyama reminds him of the distance that, particularly in this moment, sits unnaturally between them. ]
I know– [ He didn't make his decision back in '82 but; ] I don't regret it.
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Date: 2024-02-15 03:10 pm (UTC)[ Nishikiyama is confident of this because he thinks he's better than Kiryu at both. There's some cheekiness to his statement, and a subtle smile brushes his own lips similarly. ]
Mh.
[ When Mine expresses his certainty, Nishikiyama's at a loss of what to reply. Nonetheless, it seems to have been the correct thing to say because he ushers Mine closer to himself, shifting on the sheets until he can wedge Mine between his thighs rather than continue pumping with his hands. As he moves to touch the side of Mine's neck, he can feel the other's arousal throbbing between his legs. An occasional twitch. ]
You can fuck them.
[ His fingertips touch the ends of Mine's hair. A coy inclination of his head on the pillow follows. ]
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Date: 2024-02-15 05:41 pm (UTC)Nh...
[ As Nishikiyama shuffles Mine's hips tilt to lay on his side. His back entrance pinches at the excess of Nishikiyama's load, leaving behind a stain on the bed. Nishikiyama's thighs are warm and void Mine's discomfort.
Mine'd barely touched him– Afraid to? Too busy getting fucked? His cheek brushes against Nishikiyama's fingertips with intent. Body language blares it in his face, but Nishikiyama's comment allows Mine slide his hand from the other man's chest all the way down to his ass. He pulls him closer, fingers denting the muscle, it's movement where Mine's dick thrusts into the tight space. ]
I can't hold out too long– like this–...
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Date: 2024-02-16 02:26 pm (UTC)Don't. It's fine.
[ Because Nishikiyama wants to see him ejaculate. Hips rock into him, and he leans forward to catch Mine's bottom lip in his teeth. ]
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Date: 2024-02-16 03:43 pm (UTC)Hah... I'm–
[ Close. It's good. Now his motions are instinctual, something Mine can sort and put away by fucking into the permissive gap between Nishikiyama's legs. Mine feels himself fill out and his rhythm adjusts to his imminent climax. Nishikiyama holds him close and Mine's lips latch over the bite of his teeth. He pokes his tongue into the kiss, breathing hard.
This time, the intensity that fills Mine's eyes at his own movement, at Nishikiyama's body flush against his, tries to hide with his head pressed against the pillow. Nishikiyama can still see it, though, how Mine's brows pull tight and he breaks out of the kiss, mouth open. Again, cumming for the second time, there's less. Mine rides out his orgasm, sliding against Nishikiyama's skin easily with the lubrication; his thighs quiver, his hips stutter and eventually stop.
Drawn close together, Mine keeps his hand on Nishikiyama's ass, skin and muscle still taut under his fingertips. It doesn't meet the feeling of Nishikiyama inside of him, though. ]
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Date: 2024-02-16 04:08 pm (UTC)All good?
[ It's a given that it had been, but Nishikiyama shifts. As Mine comes off his orgasm, Nishikiyama separates his legs from their tightly pressed pose to reveal the gummy mess of lube and spunk left between. He's satisfied with what's there. Mine's attraction to him is physically evident. Flattering. ]
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Date: 2024-02-17 08:30 am (UTC)Mine nods as he might, head shuffling there as he lays. The mess he'd added to and where he glances down at is indeed his proof. He finds satisfaction in Nishikiyama's eyes, and affection. It's hard to think of him as the Nishikiyama Family's patriarch at that moment. As the adrenaline drains, Mine turns his shoulders slightly. His gaze remains on the other man, first the tight furrows of his brow release somewhat, then quickly return. ]
—I've never felt like this before.
[ Mine has difficulty spelling it out further, the physical as well as the emotional part. What now? The same question from last time'd just been answered. ]
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Date: 2024-02-17 10:08 am (UTC)Like what?
[ His eyes meet Mine's again. He's afraid of what he might say to him— not of Mine not meaning his own words, but instead of himself. He'd abandoned someone he'd sworn an oath to before. Multiple people now.
Had he actually wanted to? He doesn't know. Nishikiyama holds onto Mine's shoulder without saying anything else. ]
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Date: 2024-02-17 12:35 pm (UTC)Mine hadn't said what he said without putting thought behind it, though. Sex had served a necessity in his life, but there'd been no desire of intimacy anymore beyond, between him and a woman. This is different. Here's a bond Mine'd looked for, but it's a connection wholly unlike what he'd envisioned to find in the yakuza. It's obvious in what way, right? Need he put it into words after all, he will. ]
Like I'm at the point of surrendering myself to you.
[ Mine's expression hardly changes, set and almost stern. His chest feels light, his shoulders heavy when he says so. ]
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Date: 2024-02-17 01:33 pm (UTC)I want you.
[ He'd said it in the car the first time they'd tried anything, and he says it now. What's more, he's able to continue: ]
All of you, every part. Nothing's enough for me anymore otherwise.
[ His tongue feels numb after saying it. Nishikiyama hadn't ever expected he might find the words to explain, but he's found Mine to be capable of understanding and reading through the lines. His eyes burn. ]
I doubt you have anything left to lose. You're in bed with yakuza.
[ Just as Mine had seen Nishikiyama differently— perhaps as someone beyond his title— he envelopes himself back in the identity out of habit. No one left present or living sees him as anything else. Nishikiyama doesn't see what Mine sees. Blind to what parts of him aren't patriarch, his fingers slip to touch the cut on Mine's cheek. ]
...This is the bottom of society, Mine. You're in hell with me.
[ And yet, he finds brief glimpses of heaven. ]
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Date: 2024-02-17 04:17 pm (UTC)Every part, he'll give that. His money, his body, his passion. Loyalty and affection mingle together. Mine feels himself tremble—reality shows none of it—every muscle he'd used in the coliseum about to fray, every bit of skin that'd had Nishikiyama's touch to it bursting open. This is how it feels when Mine walks himself over the verge he'd teetered on. ]
I want you to have it all.
[ He understands. What he says means totality to Nishikiyama. At the same time, Mine feels he's made a selfish confession because he comforts himself alongside. Nishikiyama will take every inexperienced piece of him too. There's no regret, though. There's a longer silence. Nishikiyama's gaze is red-hot, yet Mine feels like reaching out, even at the risk of burning himself. With their bodies pressed against each other, if this is the warmth of the abyss gaping beneath him... ]
You're right. There's nothing else.
[ The cut on Mine's cheek had opened itself back up from simple friction against the sheets. Gelled but not dried, Nishikiyama's fingers will come away with a thin line of red on them. Mine doesn't flinch. He doesn't sound dejected by his apparent loss. He sinks into Nishikiyama's dark browns, like they're the pit that swallows his fall. The comparison is lyrical, Mine finds. He doesn't shy from it. ]
Heaven's not paradise, if this is hell.
[ At the summit of society, the sky opens up to emptiness. The air there is thin. ]
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Date: 2024-02-17 04:38 pm (UTC)You— [ He huffs something like a laugh shallowly, looking at the early blooming hickey he'd left on Mine's skin. A bad habit that Mine in the morning probably hates. He smears his thumb there to dry it. ] I never pictured you saying something like that out loud.
[ But Nishikiyama definitely doesn't mind. He leans closer in bed to him, kissing him once on the mouth as a present. ]
Don't know where your suave alter ego is coming from right now, but I don't hate it.
[ The scoff is felt on his breath. ]
You mean that? Tell me straight. [ Nishikiyama wants the affirmation; to hear Mine say it to him again. ]
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Date: 2024-02-17 05:43 pm (UTC)When Nishikiyama's soft laugh isn't scorn, rather than replying Mine accepts the kiss, fleeting but wanted. There's hardly time to part his own lips to it, though. His thumb brushes over the crest of Nishikiyama's hip. Where Mine's touch'd been flattened against the skin becomes cool in the absence of his hand, shifting a little. Still guarded, he likes touching Nishikiyama. ]
I mean it.
[ Mine's gaze remains solemn until he says it. What'd been a hint of melancholy in his realization soon fades. ]
I'm in a world of wealth. There's no price I won't pay to be with you.
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Date: 2024-02-18 08:57 am (UTC)Don't leave my side.
[ That's it; that's the price. ]
You don't have to pay anything else. Just that.
[ Nishikiyama unravels from Mine slightly. His fingers slip into the gaps of Mine's own, still there on the bone of his hip. ]
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Date: 2024-02-18 11:03 am (UTC)If that's all–
[ Then it's easy. He's sought to devote himself. ]
Very well.
[ Nishikiyama keeps him there. He reaches his thumb between the space of Nishikiyama's fingers, between thumb and index. Mine obliges, out of his depths, to reject a bid for closeness. Something he'd fled from not too long ago gifts him serenity, or rather, Nishikiyama does. ]
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Date: 2024-02-18 11:26 am (UTC)—We stink.
[ Complaint. Though he says it's both of them, more specifically, he's self-conscious of himself. Given how Mine probably lasers his whole body, he's truthfully not even sure if the other man is capable of smelling bad. He hadn't noticed. The smell of them having ejaculated more than once is prominent. He squirms out from under the blanket to sit himself up sideways, his body betrayingly lean-figured without his jacket or the blankets to hide his actual size. ]
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Date: 2024-02-18 03:05 pm (UTC)Ultimately, his decision gets dragged out. He finds himself agreeing; he'd exhausted himself and just rinsing after the fight hadn't been enough. This time, he should go first. Sweat and more clings to his skin, especially between his legs. Getting up and out of the covers, there's evidence even in the low light ]
I'll shower–
[ Nishikiyama's cum trails rivulets down the back of his thighs.
Mine tries to move as if the sensation doesn't make him wobble, drawing the curtains outside the bathroom cabin before he goes in. Surrounded by the pressure of the water hitting tile, Mine stands bracing against the wall with one hand, it washing down his body. His knees get weak and his hips lock against the phantom motions of Nishikiyama rocking into him. Bearing down feels awkward when he's empty otherwise. Gravity urges him. Mine feels himself flush hot under a tepid stream when he pulls his ass cheek aside, getting out what Nishikiyama'd spent inside and letting the water flow in between. No more than a room away, Mine thinks of him. ]
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Date: 2024-02-18 03:37 pm (UTC)Despite brighter light and circumstances that may ordinarily make him shy, he's confident in stance if only because he'd seen how Mine had been made to hobble. He thumbs and combs through his roots, pulling his locks down from how they're usually combed back. As his black hair gets wetter, he reaches for one of the complementary washcloths and pumps body soap into it. He drags the suds over his skin— starts with his waist first. He watches Mine from the side. ]
Mine.
[ He sweeps his hair to the side, most pieces parted and swept over the top of his scalp from above his right ear. It's flat on his neck from the water. His skin shines. Without further explanation, he takes a wet step forward and places the balled, soapy cloth against the smoke of Mine's kirin. ]
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Date: 2024-02-19 12:24 am (UTC)Mine watches Nishikiyama undo himself with a—first—tentative glance over his shoulder. Just once he'd seen him with his hair spilling over his ears and the sides of his face. Then, looking at the koifish tattoo, there'd been the amazing contrast of so much red and black. The lather working itself up makes Nishikiyama almost look pale as the tops of his shoulders also catch cool light. What his sidelong glimpse warps into is not something Mine hides, but his lashes, with droplets clinging, flutter. ]
Boss...
[ Still calling the other man like so seems far removed from where they stand; sensuality seeps into a moment Mine'd only thought to use to get clean. What can he say, though– he just reacts. The clouds of smoke on his skin are new and tender, sore from getting fucked on his back and moving roughly against the bedsheets. Mine's shoulders stiffen but ease when the motions of the washcloth on his back simply repeat.
Nishikiyama can see the kirin under the gloss of running water, draped over faintly reddened skin, as Mine's hands stay on the wall to square the canvas. ]