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[ Mine's much too focused on his answer as well, eagerness burns in his eyes. After a moment he takes fork and knife, like automated, but even then he doesn't start on his meal. ]
Alright, I'll make sure of that.
[ Everything about his invitation seems tensile. ]
At 8 o'clock.
[ He'll be home then. ]
Alright, I'll make sure of that.
[ Everything about his invitation seems tensile. ]
At 8 o'clock.
[ He'll be home then. ]
[ Mine seems to have reached home before 8pm, because when Nishikiyama arrives, there's someone there to greet him at the door. He lets himself into the vaguely familiar space, removing his shoes and his coat, and then making his way to the mansion suite. Mine has the sort of view that Nishikiywama wantsโ a clear view of Aoyama-ku and its lights. He accepts a white wine glass, but rather than going to the living room, he wanders into Mine's living quarters, where he hadn't ventured before. ]
Your bed's too big for one person.
[ He says. With heated carpet under his socks, he realizes that he really is somewhere expensive. He doesn't see a single wrinkle in the sheets, and the air smells clean too. Doesn't Mine smoke? Nishikiyama wonders how it's even possible to minimize the scent like that.
He sits on the end of the bed. ]
Your bed's too big for one person.
[ He says. With heated carpet under his socks, he realizes that he really is somewhere expensive. He doesn't see a single wrinkle in the sheets, and the air smells clean too. Doesn't Mine smoke? Nishikiyama wonders how it's even possible to minimize the scent like that.
He sits on the end of the bed. ]
[ Mine's apartment is so high up that there's no need to draw curtains and blinds for privacyโall for the view. He can afford to open two bottles at once, as if he doesn't flaunt his wealth otherwise, drinking red where Nishikiyama picks white. They got comfortably buzzed the last time he was here, nothing else to do. Mine doesn't want that this time.
He follows Nishikiyama when he ambles past the couch, down a hallway that makes the rooms either side feel more private. Mine's bathroom and his bedroom are spatially divided from the living and dining area, so it's no wonder Nishikiyama hadn't been in. At first glance the furnishing is sparse; at second it doesn't lack anything. A wardrobe and mirror sequestered to one end, an armchair in the other corner. The bed is the centerpiece, the footboard aimed at the door but with a wide walkway between. ]
I suppose it is.
[ Mine only sleeps on one side, and it's hard to tell which with how the bed is immaculately made. When he walks to the right of Nishikiyama he discloses it though. Eyes stay with him. ]
But something smaller wouldn't be comfortable for two people.
[ He'd given himself some leeway when he said the time. The faint hint of citrus and galbanum, easily eclipsed by his cologne, reveals itself as he sits on the edge joining Nishikiyama's on the corner, and close to him. That Mine is still in a button-down shirt and slacks is deceptive. He'd showered, and just like the room, his new clothes are clean. ]
He follows Nishikiyama when he ambles past the couch, down a hallway that makes the rooms either side feel more private. Mine's bathroom and his bedroom are spatially divided from the living and dining area, so it's no wonder Nishikiyama hadn't been in. At first glance the furnishing is sparse; at second it doesn't lack anything. A wardrobe and mirror sequestered to one end, an armchair in the other corner. The bed is the centerpiece, the footboard aimed at the door but with a wide walkway between. ]
I suppose it is.
[ Mine only sleeps on one side, and it's hard to tell which with how the bed is immaculately made. When he walks to the right of Nishikiyama he discloses it though. Eyes stay with him. ]
But something smaller wouldn't be comfortable for two people.
[ He'd given himself some leeway when he said the time. The faint hint of citrus and galbanum, easily eclipsed by his cologne, reveals itself as he sits on the edge joining Nishikiyama's on the corner, and close to him. That Mine is still in a button-down shirt and slacks is deceptive. He'd showered, and just like the room, his new clothes are clean. ]
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[ Nishikiyama had filled the silence with sips of wine. His glass nearly empty, he holds it beneath the goblet with the stem fit between his fingers. His drink swivels around inside. The mattress hardly shifts with Mine's added weight. It's made of something expensive, probably foam, like the one's he'd seen in only upscale pop-up specialty stores. He wonders how many partners have it to Mine's bed. What number he's taking on that same list. ]
Doubt you expected it'd be me here.
[ They'd mentioned it before, that they'd never acted on or had any experiences with other men. Nishikiyama slips back onto his elbows, half laying and almost watching Mine expectantly. Other than a jacket that's been removed, he's pretty much dressed the same as he'd been at lunch. He finishes off his wine. It's different to think about what they'll do now, especially in a room as cleanly lit as Mine's is. Nishikiyama doesn't know if he's too embarrassed to do it somewhere that isn't dimly lit. His eyes go to a lamp. ]
Doubt you expected it'd be me here.
[ They'd mentioned it before, that they'd never acted on or had any experiences with other men. Nishikiyama slips back onto his elbows, half laying and almost watching Mine expectantly. Other than a jacket that's been removed, he's pretty much dressed the same as he'd been at lunch. He finishes off his wine. It's different to think about what they'll do now, especially in a room as cleanly lit as Mine's is. Nishikiyama doesn't know if he's too embarrassed to do it somewhere that isn't dimly lit. His eyes go to a lamp. ]
[ As he watches Nishikiyama swirl the wine, Mine takes a sip as well, thoughtful on his own. His gaze follows Nishikiyama sitting back, shoulders and upper body leaner, once again without the jacket. Seeing the patriarch like that makes him feel privileged, observing the anomaly. Mine wonโt make up an untruth, that he's the only person to ever make it here and special just because. Yet that he has opened his bedroom to Nishikiyama is singular in fact. ]
No, I didnโt.
[ He admits simply, readily. Mine behaves differently in his own territory. He's getting more literate, reading Nishikiyama's nonverbal clauses, too. The mattress barely recognizes his weight shifting off again. Mine put his glass on the nightstand, several gulps of drink still in it. An arched floor lamp in lieu of one small one on the table exists just to illuminate beside the bed. It creates apparently more shadows than light even after Mine turns it on, and the regular lamps off. He lets himself be struck by the mood; he takes a seat along the same edge as Nishikiyama when he comes back. Mine's hand crosses over his lap. He leans in for the kind of kiss he'd hesitated to react to in the office, redeeming himself now. ]
No, I didnโt.
[ He admits simply, readily. Mine behaves differently in his own territory. He's getting more literate, reading Nishikiyama's nonverbal clauses, too. The mattress barely recognizes his weight shifting off again. Mine put his glass on the nightstand, several gulps of drink still in it. An arched floor lamp in lieu of one small one on the table exists just to illuminate beside the bed. It creates apparently more shadows than light even after Mine turns it on, and the regular lamps off. He lets himself be struck by the mood; he takes a seat along the same edge as Nishikiyama when he comes back. Mine's hand crosses over his lap. He leans in for the kind of kiss he'd hesitated to react to in the office, redeeming himself now. ]
[ Small talk will come later. Questions about how the meeting went, or if he'd run into any trouble. Mine is on Nishikiyama's lips now, the room darker than before and easier for him to relax in. Now is the first time they'll be hooking up since that time post-coliseum when they'd gone beyond heavy petting. Mine doesn't seem nervous, though. He seems eager more than anything. Nishikiyama's hand finds the back of Mine's shoulder, holding him when his tongue dips into his mouth. His usually hard gaze is soft behind his eyelids. Why does he sense that Mine had missed him?
...Idiot. That's your own fault.
For depriving himself of affection because he'd been nervous of Nishikiyama having a heart illness. It's still mildly amusing to think about, but Mine had dragged him down in efforts to avoid him too. Nishikiyama feels just as neglected. When there's a good moment to break, he doesn't know whether or not he should lay back or if Mine should. Mine had taken an initiative this timeโ an arm planted over Nishikiyama's legs, but Nishikiyama wonders if he'd planned anything beyond it. He looks at his face. ]
Why'd you let this take so long?
[ Curiously, his voice is low when he asks. ]
I wanted it sooner.
...Idiot. That's your own fault.
For depriving himself of affection because he'd been nervous of Nishikiyama having a heart illness. It's still mildly amusing to think about, but Mine had dragged him down in efforts to avoid him too. Nishikiyama feels just as neglected. When there's a good moment to break, he doesn't know whether or not he should lay back or if Mine should. Mine had taken an initiative this timeโ an arm planted over Nishikiyama's legs, but Nishikiyama wonders if he'd planned anything beyond it. He looks at his face. ]
Why'd you let this take so long?
[ Curiously, his voice is low when he asks. ]
I wanted it sooner.
[ Mine's entrepreneurial work hours aren't regular to always let him shut off at a certain time, but right now he has no problem stepping away from the overwhelming part of his day. His eyes are long closed into the kiss. The hand there on his shoulder reassures him that his mistake isn't unforgivable. Is it obvious enough, that he missed Nishikiyama? Mine won't lie about it either. When they part is the time. His lashes flutter to adjust to little light again. ]
I know, it's my fault.
[ What happens when Mine's thoughts match Nishikiyama'sโ he flagellates himself. He hardly pulls away but his hips shift and he sits a little closer by default. Mine's hand slides down the valley created by Nishikiyama's weight on the mattress, touching his thigh. A plan beyond admitting and apologizing isn't set in anything concrete, other than having sex of course. Tone tells him Nishikiyama wants an explanation and not just something else to speculate on. ]
I was worried and didnโt know what to do.
[ Even if he obsessed over a complete fantasy. Despite looking intensely, Mine's eyes are a warm brown in the bedside glow, matching his benign request. ]
Forgive me for that?
I know, it's my fault.
[ What happens when Mine's thoughts match Nishikiyama'sโ he flagellates himself. He hardly pulls away but his hips shift and he sits a little closer by default. Mine's hand slides down the valley created by Nishikiyama's weight on the mattress, touching his thigh. A plan beyond admitting and apologizing isn't set in anything concrete, other than having sex of course. Tone tells him Nishikiyama wants an explanation and not just something else to speculate on. ]
I was worried and didnโt know what to do.
[ Even if he obsessed over a complete fantasy. Despite looking intensely, Mine's eyes are a warm brown in the bedside glow, matching his benign request. ]
Forgive me for that?
Just don't finish too early. I want to make up for what we missed.
[ He can't accept apologies in a normal way, because doing so might suggest he was too bothered by not having Mine at his beck and call in the first place. Regardless, he won't hold the facts against him anymore. His priority now is to close the distance that'd been created by Mine's paranoia. His gaze drops to the hand sliding over his thigh. Nishikiyama wonders where he'll touch him if he leaves him to his own whims. ]
It's good I got you to say something today.
[ He's not sure how long he would've lasted. Subdued by the intimate atmosphere of the room, he begins to unbutton his dress shirt from the bottom to the top. A thin triangle of skin reveals itself little by littleโ sliding over flesh and to his sides as he pulls it apart wider in an erotic fashion. It's all intentional, naturally. Nishikiyama has a way of exuding confidence when in the bedroom, even if it's generally motivated by a desire to assert some form of dominance. Plucking the black fabric free, he can't help but wonder if Mine likes what he sees. ]
[ He can't accept apologies in a normal way, because doing so might suggest he was too bothered by not having Mine at his beck and call in the first place. Regardless, he won't hold the facts against him anymore. His priority now is to close the distance that'd been created by Mine's paranoia. His gaze drops to the hand sliding over his thigh. Nishikiyama wonders where he'll touch him if he leaves him to his own whims. ]
It's good I got you to say something today.
[ He's not sure how long he would've lasted. Subdued by the intimate atmosphere of the room, he begins to unbutton his dress shirt from the bottom to the top. A thin triangle of skin reveals itself little by littleโ sliding over flesh and to his sides as he pulls it apart wider in an erotic fashion. It's all intentional, naturally. Nishikiyama has a way of exuding confidence when in the bedroom, even if it's generally motivated by a desire to assert some form of dominance. Plucking the black fabric free, he can't help but wonder if Mine likes what he sees. ]
[ Mine knows that there are things Nishikiyama won't tell him yet. He basks in the little that the other does say, though, that they haveโbothโmissed something. Mine's eyes stay up. There's a path that he can take blindly, but at the fork in the road, his fingers trail across Nishikiyama's lap from, one thigh over the other. He sits back as Nishikiyama begins to undress himself. Mine is almost jealous of a version of himself that'd looked at his naked body again sooner and his hand is restless. Petting Nishikiyama's leg, his nails scrape faintly on the fabric of his white pants. ]
It's not because I thought I could deceive you. I didn't mean to keep it a secret.
[ What if he hadn't said something? Mine is prepared for an answer to be unkind; however, he doesn't actually ask. Now his gaze turns downward. Where the window of bare skin across Nishikiyama's stomach is already open at the widest point he finds that the slow progress of undressing himself is on purpose. The first time as well as the second have had them both eager to strip. Mine enjoys the long-playing pace as just the viewer.
Eventually his hand crawls up Nishikiyama's leg, slipping underneath his shirt pulled free and along his exposed waist. Just Mine's pinky digs beneath the belt line. He thinks of being pushed against the desk. The idea dissolves into another kiss. ]
It's not because I thought I could deceive you. I didn't mean to keep it a secret.
[ What if he hadn't said something? Mine is prepared for an answer to be unkind; however, he doesn't actually ask. Now his gaze turns downward. Where the window of bare skin across Nishikiyama's stomach is already open at the widest point he finds that the slow progress of undressing himself is on purpose. The first time as well as the second have had them both eager to strip. Mine enjoys the long-playing pace as just the viewer.
Eventually his hand crawls up Nishikiyama's leg, slipping underneath his shirt pulled free and along his exposed waist. Just Mine's pinky digs beneath the belt line. He thinks of being pushed against the desk. The idea dissolves into another kiss. ]
That's not what I thought you were doing anyway.
[ Weirdly enough. It makes perfect sense why Mine would suspect otherwise, but something about the subtle difference in Mine's mannerisms between then and now had suggested it wasn't deliberate or anticipated. With his dress shirt open and a strip of skin visible, he casts his gaze lower to see where Mine will touch him. Fingernails rake over his pants. His eyes shut when the two of them kiss. Words slip between their lips. ]
It didn't feel that way.
[ He touches the back of Mine's hand and guides it along the lining of his pants. From under his thumb the button keeping his pants together can be felt. A zipper is there. Nishikiyama doesn't help him now. He thinks of how Mine might behave if he doesn't. ]
[ Weirdly enough. It makes perfect sense why Mine would suspect otherwise, but something about the subtle difference in Mine's mannerisms between then and now had suggested it wasn't deliberate or anticipated. With his dress shirt open and a strip of skin visible, he casts his gaze lower to see where Mine will touch him. Fingernails rake over his pants. His eyes shut when the two of them kiss. Words slip between their lips. ]
It didn't feel that way.
[ He touches the back of Mine's hand and guides it along the lining of his pants. From under his thumb the button keeping his pants together can be felt. A zipper is there. Nishikiyama doesn't help him now. He thinks of how Mine might behave if he doesn't. ]
[ Mine's chest is warm. He wanted to be discovered, he's just admitted, and even with an effort at distance, they're circling closer to each other. The tip of his nose nudges Nishikiyama's cheek, tongue pushing past his teeth. In between speaking, Mine seeks depth in their kisses. His hand keeps moving around Nishikiyama's side to his back, seemingly shy to dip further down than just his fingertips, until Nishikiyama leads him. ]
How does this feel?
[ When Mine has pinched the button between thumb and index and pushed it backwards out of the hole. Rather than pulling the zipper all the way down, Mine has it give way to the back of his wrist, sliding his hand into Nishikiyama's pants. His palm cups at the package of Nishikiyama's dick, his thumb fitting the line of his groin. His question now, Mine hopes, will be answered with 'sensual' or something of the like. ]
How does this feel?
[ When Mine has pinched the button between thumb and index and pushed it backwards out of the hole. Rather than pulling the zipper all the way down, Mine has it give way to the back of his wrist, sliding his hand into Nishikiyama's pants. His palm cups at the package of Nishikiyama's dick, his thumb fitting the line of his groin. His question now, Mine hopes, will be answered with 'sensual' or something of the like. ]
[ Nishikiyama winces against Mine's touch, momentarily shying from the shape of his fingers until he eases forward and lets himself be touched. His throat tightens, but the dark of the room protects him from feeling embarrassed. Mine is so close to him, it's like he can feel the heat rising off his frame. In the stretch of quiet, Nishikiyama rolls his hips forward to push into Mine's palm. It doesn't require words to usher he continue. Still, that's what Mine wants, isn't it? Words. Nishikiyama senses that by the way Mine's question hangs in the air. It's all bait. ]
Do it more.
[ He'll bite. With Mine close to him, both of them shadowy with vaguely orange lamplight about, Nishikiyama can only see a faint glistening of Mine's gaze across from him. His own lashes fall, and Nishikiyama presses forward, letting their foreheads touch. He exhalesโ makes sure to make some faint sound for Mine to feed off of, all the same. ]
Do it more.
[ He'll bite. With Mine close to him, both of them shadowy with vaguely orange lamplight about, Nishikiyama can only see a faint glistening of Mine's gaze across from him. His own lashes fall, and Nishikiyama presses forward, letting their foreheads touch. He exhalesโ makes sure to make some faint sound for Mine to feed off of, all the same. ]
[ He waits first, for Nishikiyama to press himself back against it. The bulge wrapped in thin fabric fills out his palm, Mine's fingers spread with space between them once Nishikiyama rocks back into his hand. Despite a demure start, it doesn't feel much like the first time. At Nishikiyama's requestโso he'd wanted itโMine drags the heel of his palm down the covered and bowed length. A motion he'll keep with.
Mine isn't being touched or even touching himself, but he feels some similar sensation coiling low in his stomach. His lashes hang into his vision; his eyes aren't fully closed but gaze downward too. Hot breath puffs against Nishikiyama's lips over the short distance, anticipative. There's only so much he can do, stuck between two layers, that he eventually withdraws his hand. Not too long, though. With the same spiel but lacking hesitation, he slides his fingers beneath the waistband of Nishikiyama's briefs, pushing the front down. Mine pulls one knee onto the mattress himself, leaning back. ]
Mine isn't being touched or even touching himself, but he feels some similar sensation coiling low in his stomach. His lashes hang into his vision; his eyes aren't fully closed but gaze downward too. Hot breath puffs against Nishikiyama's lips over the short distance, anticipative. There's only so much he can do, stuck between two layers, that he eventually withdraws his hand. Not too long, though. With the same spiel but lacking hesitation, he slides his fingers beneath the waistband of Nishikiyama's briefs, pushing the front down. Mine pulls one knee onto the mattress himself, leaning back. ]
[ The length of his cock spills out of the waistband, falling forward when fabric is lowered. Nishikiyama swallows in silence, eyes too clear flickering up to see Mine's again. He'd seen him starting to get hard in response. Because he'd liked seeing Nishikiyama get turned on? His dress shirt shifts on his shoulders when he pulls his legs up onto the bed and mirrors Mine. One side has practically fallen. The top of his collarbone and one nipple has come into dim sight. While Mine continues to pleasure him, Nishikiyama's frame begins to lean, cheek pressed against the thick slope that's between Mine's shoulder and neck. He smells his cologne there when he sucks some air in. There's a clear contentedness in not driving this situation alongโ in letting Mine take care of him first. Without saying anything, Nishikiyama slides his hands over Mine's chest, gripping the breadth of muscle that lies beneath. His thumbs toy and pull at the buttons still neatly in place and pull the other man's shirt taut. ]
[ Mine's gaze overflows with focus. He finds Nishikiyama's look at him at the rim of his vision as he looks down at the length revealing itself. His reaction to his own arousal seems to be indifference. Slowly, instead, his eyes move up Nishikiyama's body as his unbuttoned shirt falls off his frame with every small shift of posture. He follows the lines of tendons taut over bone as Nishikiyama leans into him, from his neck connecting to his shoulder and muscle stretching thin at the collarbone. Mine admires him. His own chest fills deep with air at the touch gliding over his pectorals. Warmth passes through the fabric of his button-down easily, but the haptics of Nishikiyama's fingers roaming over his chest are dulled. Mine sighs, half pleased, half frustrated. One hand props them both up and the other strokes Nishikiyama's dick still. One of the bedside cabinets has some lube; it's likely fine without as long as he keeps this slow pace. Mine's eyelids flutter, he poses his chest for Nishikiyama to work the buttons. ]
[ Nishikiyama lets his head stay there on Mine's shoulder while picking at the small buttons, expensive fabric whirring and hissing underneath when his fingers move over it. Thoughts drift. He vaguely ponders the thread count and pricetag of what he's touching. Such things are deemed unimportant, though, when the cleft of Mine's chest comes into view. Each breath makes skin swell and fall. Nishikiyama's erect now, and he feels himself slicken in the other's stroking. It's easy not to mind because Mine doesn't.
Slipping lower past Mine's clavicle, Nishikiyama pulls the luxury shirt apart until it's tucked into the grooves of each armpit. A statuesque physique on full display. Nishikiyama tucks his nose into Mine's cleavage and licks his diaphragm, pulling his tongue up into a dip of cartilage and then kissing his way over the top of one of his pecs. Dryly, he thinks this is homo. If he knew Mine shared his humor he'd even say something about itโ but it's not something he can retract now. That question, bicuriosity answered by their growing stack of experiences, is more than confirmed as fact.
Motivation climbs. Nishikiyama repositions himself on the bed, still pushing into Mine's petting but also with an idea of his own in mind. While he swivels his tongue over one of Mine's nipples, his hands dip down to free Mine from his pants. He'll decide to tend him similarly. The way his weight's beginning to tilt suggests he wants Mine to lay on his side. He pulls the other's briefs down his thighs. The designer name on the elastic waistband is something he surely can't pronounce. ]
Slipping lower past Mine's clavicle, Nishikiyama pulls the luxury shirt apart until it's tucked into the grooves of each armpit. A statuesque physique on full display. Nishikiyama tucks his nose into Mine's cleavage and licks his diaphragm, pulling his tongue up into a dip of cartilage and then kissing his way over the top of one of his pecs. Dryly, he thinks this is homo. If he knew Mine shared his humor he'd even say something about itโ but it's not something he can retract now. That question, bicuriosity answered by their growing stack of experiences, is more than confirmed as fact.
Motivation climbs. Nishikiyama repositions himself on the bed, still pushing into Mine's petting but also with an idea of his own in mind. While he swivels his tongue over one of Mine's nipples, his hands dip down to free Mine from his pants. He'll decide to tend him similarly. The way his weight's beginning to tilt suggests he wants Mine to lay on his side. He pulls the other's briefs down his thighs. The designer name on the elastic waistband is something he surely can't pronounce. ]
[ He'd like to know Nishikiyama's mind, Mine finds, looking at the way his hands roam across the entirety of his chest. He arches his upper back, sitting in a way that pronounces his torso to fill out against Nishikiyama's intent. Mine is keen to please and to yield his figure to the reveal of his open shirt being pulled down. His nipples are raised from sculpted muscle and smooth skin. He takes care; there's no stubble on his chest.
His lips part. Without a kiss to meet this time, it's to lend breathy expressions to Mine's bliss. He reacts to hot air escaping Nishikiyama's nostrils as his nose grazes the midline between his pecs, when Nishikiyama laps just below his sternum and follows a self-made path upward. Amidst that he feels Nishikiyama's slick seep between his fingers. Mine's ministrations tighten rhythmically near the tip as he spreads it down the shaft. When Nishikiyama rolls his tongue over his nipple, does he regard him in some feminine way? Even if his request to know what the other man is thinking is neither asked nor answered, he doesn't doubt that Nishikiyama enjoys it.
Mine has already submitted to the thought that he likes men, last time. His hips tilt, lifting himself off the seat of his pants to help Nishikiyama get him out of them. Mine follows how he suggests: the arm that'd propped them up slipping atop the sheets pushes creases along the smoothly laid duvet. His thigh muscles flex at the trace of Nishikiyama's fingers hooked into the waistband. Mine's dick bulges in the same shape he'd begun to fill out in his briefs. He draws his gaze upward, where Nishikiyama looms just above him after they've changed positions. ]
His lips part. Without a kiss to meet this time, it's to lend breathy expressions to Mine's bliss. He reacts to hot air escaping Nishikiyama's nostrils as his nose grazes the midline between his pecs, when Nishikiyama laps just below his sternum and follows a self-made path upward. Amidst that he feels Nishikiyama's slick seep between his fingers. Mine's ministrations tighten rhythmically near the tip as he spreads it down the shaft. When Nishikiyama rolls his tongue over his nipple, does he regard him in some feminine way? Even if his request to know what the other man is thinking is neither asked nor answered, he doesn't doubt that Nishikiyama enjoys it.
Mine has already submitted to the thought that he likes men, last time. His hips tilt, lifting himself off the seat of his pants to help Nishikiyama get him out of them. Mine follows how he suggests: the arm that'd propped them up slipping atop the sheets pushes creases along the smoothly laid duvet. His thigh muscles flex at the trace of Nishikiyama's fingers hooked into the waistband. Mine's dick bulges in the same shape he'd begun to fill out in his briefs. He draws his gaze upward, where Nishikiyama looms just above him after they've changed positions. ]
[ Nishikiyama helps ease Mine into his spot, body tipping until he can look down where heโs laid. He takes Mineโs dick in his hand when it rolls out of his underwear and strokes over the length with deliberation. With his eyesight having adjusted to the shadows, the faint lighting thatโs there cuts a soft halo about Mineโs more prominent features. He looks at the face waiting for him. Heโs handsome.
A look like a spark lights up Nishikiyamaโs eyes. His idea collects there in them, glance fleeting when he looks down further. He doesnโt want to finish in Mineโs hand. He wants something more mutual. With a small noise he protests. Precum dribbles down the shaft when he squirms to reposition himself on the bed, shying from Mineโs touch until he can crawl and sink himself to lay on the opposite sideโ when heโs finished, he provides an upside down view. Though partially veiled by leg and the state of his cock, it proves to be an erotic one. Heโs content. Nishikiyama angles Mineโs erection forward to his lips and kisses its head from a position he hasnโt attempted before. After pulling it into his mouth, his gaze flickers down, expecting Mine try the same. ]
A look like a spark lights up Nishikiyamaโs eyes. His idea collects there in them, glance fleeting when he looks down further. He doesnโt want to finish in Mineโs hand. He wants something more mutual. With a small noise he protests. Precum dribbles down the shaft when he squirms to reposition himself on the bed, shying from Mineโs touch until he can crawl and sink himself to lay on the opposite sideโ when heโs finished, he provides an upside down view. Though partially veiled by leg and the state of his cock, it proves to be an erotic one. Heโs content. Nishikiyama angles Mineโs erection forward to his lips and kisses its head from a position he hasnโt attempted before. After pulling it into his mouth, his gaze flickers down, expecting Mine try the same. ]
[ Mine's onlook shows him pliant to the intent, just as he'd gone down easily and lies on the bed underneath Nishikiyama. Any hard lines in his expression barely show and he catches the other's eyes glittering in the dim light between them. He thinks of reaching up with his now-free hand before Nishikiyama pulls himself away. Mine relents his ministrations, though he's not sure why at first.
The pocket of hot and wet that comes to surround his half-hard cock behind Nishikiyama's lips provokes him, sight unseen. Instead, Mine's eyes widen enough to show the whites above his irises, a multitude of emotions washes over his face in the span of a few seconds. He can sense a glance flitting his way with Nishikiyama's dick in his face. Somewhere after confusion and ahead of dedication, Mine tilts his chin forward and parts his lips, too. He takes Nishikiyama in his mouth with the late realization that he's already dribbling, just to be unable to discern any flavor and the tip poking his tongue. His top teeth graze the underside of his length. He opens wider. Mine's hand curls around the base of Nishikiyama's cock to stabilize it as he takes him in.
The sensation between his own legs becomes sort of illegible amid trying to mirror itโ he'd never done anything of the like. Mine's eyes shut suddenly. He stifles movement as well as a reflex triggered at the roof of his mouth, also the unpleasant noise wanting to escape out with it. His nostrils flare and blow warm air in Nishikiyama's pubic hair. ]
The pocket of hot and wet that comes to surround his half-hard cock behind Nishikiyama's lips provokes him, sight unseen. Instead, Mine's eyes widen enough to show the whites above his irises, a multitude of emotions washes over his face in the span of a few seconds. He can sense a glance flitting his way with Nishikiyama's dick in his face. Somewhere after confusion and ahead of dedication, Mine tilts his chin forward and parts his lips, too. He takes Nishikiyama in his mouth with the late realization that he's already dribbling, just to be unable to discern any flavor and the tip poking his tongue. His top teeth graze the underside of his length. He opens wider. Mine's hand curls around the base of Nishikiyama's cock to stabilize it as he takes him in.
The sensation between his own legs becomes sort of illegible amid trying to mirror itโ he'd never done anything of the like. Mine's eyes shut suddenly. He stifles movement as well as a reflex triggered at the roof of his mouth, also the unpleasant noise wanting to escape out with it. His nostrils flare and blow warm air in Nishikiyama's pubic hair. ]
[ Nishikiyama makes soft grunt and the tip of his cock twitches against the surface of Mine's tongue. He doesn't cum, but he's close if only because he'd had a head start; it leaves him determined to catch Mine up to speed. While Nishikiyama's toes curl in response to Mine's own work, he at the same time massages where Mine's scrotum hangs down into his taintโ lifting and rolling his palms over it. As the cock in his mouth fills out, he braves bobbing his head down a couple of times, seeing how far back he can go. His throat tightens in a way that suggests it's not yet an option, but without gagging or coughing, Nishikiyama swirls his tongue around the shaft and pulls it over to the side of his face where he its head can press and fuck into the space between gum and cheek. Wet skin stretches, and Nishikiyama tastes a familiar flavor. It's not cum, but instead the mild flavor that comes before it. He's used to what Mine tastes like by now. There's a juicy slurp around Mine's dick, evident that Nishikiyama is working hard. His hands collect at the base and jerk off the bottom half of girth that his throat can't take yet. It's too long for that still.
His own hips sort of wibble in pleasure. He's trying not to think too hard about Mine's eagerness to match him, or think about how Mine must look down there. He doesn't want to ejaculate without Mine. The legs positioned around Mine are trembling and withholding desire for that reason. Mine's sighs tickle Nishikiyama's pubes and Nishikiyama flicks his tongue over the glans of the dick in his mouth as revenge for it all. It's all so good, he thinks. He's a genius for this position. ]
His own hips sort of wibble in pleasure. He's trying not to think too hard about Mine's eagerness to match him, or think about how Mine must look down there. He doesn't want to ejaculate without Mine. The legs positioned around Mine are trembling and withholding desire for that reason. Mine's sighs tickle Nishikiyama's pubes and Nishikiyama flicks his tongue over the glans of the dick in his mouth as revenge for it all. It's all so good, he thinks. He's a genius for this position. ]
[ Mine's breathing in and out is deep in the few moments it takes him to regain his bearings. He even pulls his head back to remove his mouth entirely, a string of saliva still connecting his lips to the ruddy tip. He doesn't know how close Nishikiyama already is, shortsighted as he looks at the plump and moist cock. Likewise he flushes at the mere chance of Nishikiyama looking back up at him. Even so, Mine pulls the length between his lips again. They purse around the head. He slides his hand partway up the shaft, where the circle of his index and thumb act as the stopgap to how far in he can take Nishikiyama. Mine's tongue curls, nudging the tip against the back of his teeth every so often.
After fluttering open briefly, he decides to keep his eyes closed, less urgent without wrinkling at the outer edges. It's taken him a while to understand whether he enjoys it, too. Mine's cock rubs swollen against the corner of Nishikiyama's mouth and he's enticed by the lewd noises of the other man's efforts. His thighs quiver in a telltale way, tensing as Nishikiyama keeps bouncing his dick into the soft pouch of his cheek. Breath puffs around the part of Nishikiyama's length in his mouth and inadvertently it syncs up to the rhythm of Mine's unpracticed movement. His other hand splays across Nishikiyama's buttock. Fingernails dig crescents into the back of his thigh, carving deeper with insistence the closer Mine gets to his own climax. He cums without even thinking to shape his lips with a warning. ]
After fluttering open briefly, he decides to keep his eyes closed, less urgent without wrinkling at the outer edges. It's taken him a while to understand whether he enjoys it, too. Mine's cock rubs swollen against the corner of Nishikiyama's mouth and he's enticed by the lewd noises of the other man's efforts. His thighs quiver in a telltale way, tensing as Nishikiyama keeps bouncing his dick into the soft pouch of his cheek. Breath puffs around the part of Nishikiyama's length in his mouth and inadvertently it syncs up to the rhythm of Mine's unpracticed movement. His other hand splays across Nishikiyama's buttock. Fingernails dig crescents into the back of his thigh, carving deeper with insistence the closer Mine gets to his own climax. He cums without even thinking to shape his lips with a warning. ]
[ Nishikiyama's nostrils flare when Mine deposits his load into his cheek. He drinks what air he can in through them, centering Mine's tip back onto his tongue so that the cum doesn't all pool in such a sloppy spot. By this point, he's decided that he doesn't care how it tastes and sucks it back down with a couple of swallows. His ass and leg sting under Mine's fingernails. There's something deeply satisfying in making Mine ejaculate so readily. Nishikiyama feels dizzy with arousal. He pulls his mouth off of Mine's cock when he knows there's nothing but his own saliva left to drip down his chin. His hands move similarly to cling to Mine's thighs. ]
Mineโ
[ Instinctively, Nishikiyama rocks his hips shallowly. He chases Mine's orgasm for one of his own. When he hits his peak, he similarly doesn't warn or think he'll have to pull out. Those are the terms they're on now, aren't they? Nishikiyama is louder than Mine is in bed. In climax, he moans through his lips and teeth, his face still tucked between Mine's legs. An attempt is made to keep Mine from choking beneath him, and Nishikiyama's hips withdraw back so that his ass presses into the spread digits of Mine's hand. For first times, he'd done a pretty good job with his mouth. Nishikiyama wants more than this. He nuzzles Mine's length while his own still requires clean up. ]
Mineโ
[ Instinctively, Nishikiyama rocks his hips shallowly. He chases Mine's orgasm for one of his own. When he hits his peak, he similarly doesn't warn or think he'll have to pull out. Those are the terms they're on now, aren't they? Nishikiyama is louder than Mine is in bed. In climax, he moans through his lips and teeth, his face still tucked between Mine's legs. An attempt is made to keep Mine from choking beneath him, and Nishikiyama's hips withdraw back so that his ass presses into the spread digits of Mine's hand. For first times, he'd done a pretty good job with his mouth. Nishikiyama wants more than this. He nuzzles Mine's length while his own still requires clean up. ]
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