[ 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. ]
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[ 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. ]