[ 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 exhalesβ makes sure to make some faint sound for Mine to feed off of, all the same. ]
no subject
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 exhalesβ makes sure to make some faint sound for Mine to feed off of, all the same. ]