[ 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 haveβbothβmissed 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. ]
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Date: 2024-03-06 09:24 am (UTC)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. ]