[ The length of his cock spills out of the waistband, falling forward when fabric is lowered. Nishikiyama swallows in silence, eyes too clear flickering up to see Mine's again. He'd seen him starting to get hard in response. Because he'd liked seeing Nishikiyama get turned on? His dress shirt shifts on his shoulders when he pulls his legs up onto the bed and mirrors Mine. One side has practically fallen. The top of his collarbone and one nipple has come into dim sight. While Mine continues to pleasure him, Nishikiyama's frame begins to lean, cheek pressed against the thick slope that's between Mine's shoulder and neck. He smells his cologne there when he sucks some air in. There's a clear contentedness in not driving this situation alongβ in letting Mine take care of him first. Without saying anything, Nishikiyama slides his hands over Mine's chest, gripping the breadth of muscle that lies beneath. His thumbs toy and pull at the buttons still neatly in place and pull the other man's shirt taut. ]
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