[ 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. ]
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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. ]