[ Nishikiyama lets his head stay there on Mine's shoulder while picking at the small buttons, expensive fabric whirring and hissing underneath when his fingers move over it. Thoughts drift. He vaguely ponders the thread count and pricetag of what he's touching. Such things are deemed unimportant, though, when the cleft of Mine's chest comes into view. Each breath makes skin swell and fall. Nishikiyama's erect now, and he feels himself slicken in the other's stroking. It's easy not to mind because Mine doesn't.
Slipping lower past Mine's clavicle, Nishikiyama pulls the luxury shirt apart until it's tucked into the grooves of each armpit. A statuesque physique on full display. Nishikiyama tucks his nose into Mine's cleavage and licks his diaphragm, pulling his tongue up into a dip of cartilage and then kissing his way over the top of one of his pecs. Dryly, he thinks this is homo. If he knew Mine shared his humor he'd even say something about itβ but it's not something he can retract now. That question, bicuriosity answered by their growing stack of experiences, is more than confirmed as fact.
Motivation climbs. Nishikiyama repositions himself on the bed, still pushing into Mine's petting but also with an idea of his own in mind. While he swivels his tongue over one of Mine's nipples, his hands dip down to free Mine from his pants. He'll decide to tend him similarly. The way his weight's beginning to tilt suggests he wants Mine to lay on his side. He pulls the other's briefs down his thighs. The designer name on the elastic waistband is something he surely can't pronounce. ]
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Slipping lower past Mine's clavicle, Nishikiyama pulls the luxury shirt apart until it's tucked into the grooves of each armpit. A statuesque physique on full display. Nishikiyama tucks his nose into Mine's cleavage and licks his diaphragm, pulling his tongue up into a dip of cartilage and then kissing his way over the top of one of his pecs. Dryly, he thinks this is homo. If he knew Mine shared his humor he'd even say something about itβ but it's not something he can retract now. That question, bicuriosity answered by their growing stack of experiences, is more than confirmed as fact.
Motivation climbs. Nishikiyama repositions himself on the bed, still pushing into Mine's petting but also with an idea of his own in mind. While he swivels his tongue over one of Mine's nipples, his hands dip down to free Mine from his pants. He'll decide to tend him similarly. The way his weight's beginning to tilt suggests he wants Mine to lay on his side. He pulls the other's briefs down his thighs. The designer name on the elastic waistband is something he surely can't pronounce. ]