[ 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 requestβso he'd wanted itβMine 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. ]
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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. ]