[ He'd like to know Nishikiyama's mind, Mine finds, looking at the way his hands roam across the entirety of his chest. He arches his upper back, sitting in a way that pronounces his torso to fill out against Nishikiyama's intent. Mine is keen to please and to yield his figure to the reveal of his open shirt being pulled down. His nipples are raised from sculpted muscle and smooth skin. He takes care; there's no stubble on his chest.
His lips part. Without a kiss to meet this time, it's to lend breathy expressions to Mine's bliss. He reacts to hot air escaping Nishikiyama's nostrils as his nose grazes the midline between his pecs, when Nishikiyama laps just below his sternum and follows a self-made path upward. Amidst that he feels Nishikiyama's slick seep between his fingers. Mine's ministrations tighten rhythmically near the tip as he spreads it down the shaft. When Nishikiyama rolls his tongue over his nipple, does he regard him in some feminine way? Even if his request to know what the other man is thinking is neither asked nor answered, he doesn't doubt that Nishikiyama enjoys it.
Mine has already submitted to the thought that he likes men, last time. His hips tilt, lifting himself off the seat of his pants to help Nishikiyama get him out of them. Mine follows how he suggests: the arm that'd propped them up slipping atop the sheets pushes creases along the smoothly laid duvet. His thigh muscles flex at the trace of Nishikiyama's fingers hooked into the waistband. Mine's dick bulges in the same shape he'd begun to fill out in his briefs. He draws his gaze upward, where Nishikiyama looms just above him after they've changed positions. ]
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His lips part. Without a kiss to meet this time, it's to lend breathy expressions to Mine's bliss. He reacts to hot air escaping Nishikiyama's nostrils as his nose grazes the midline between his pecs, when Nishikiyama laps just below his sternum and follows a self-made path upward. Amidst that he feels Nishikiyama's slick seep between his fingers. Mine's ministrations tighten rhythmically near the tip as he spreads it down the shaft. When Nishikiyama rolls his tongue over his nipple, does he regard him in some feminine way? Even if his request to know what the other man is thinking is neither asked nor answered, he doesn't doubt that Nishikiyama enjoys it.
Mine has already submitted to the thought that he likes men, last time. His hips tilt, lifting himself off the seat of his pants to help Nishikiyama get him out of them. Mine follows how he suggests: the arm that'd propped them up slipping atop the sheets pushes creases along the smoothly laid duvet. His thigh muscles flex at the trace of Nishikiyama's fingers hooked into the waistband. Mine's dick bulges in the same shape he'd begun to fill out in his briefs. He draws his gaze upward, where Nishikiyama looms just above him after they've changed positions. ]