[ Mine lets go easily. The scarlet streaks on Nishikiyama's thighs are still made to fade, if now, in the immediate aftermath, they've puffed up a little. He readjusts and lays with his shoulders flat against the bed. An inhale spreads his ribs, but with his arms placed over his stomach the position makes Mine look more slight. The back of his head shuffles against the sheets, and partway through his eyes roll up to look at Nishikiyama sitting behind him. His hair'd begun to come loose at the edges previously, shifting however much he'd had to accommodate Nishikiyama's dick.
His bangs poke into his vision as Nishikiyama fingercombs them in front, the nails prick at his scalp gently. The thing of praise makes Mine keep his flush; he works hard for it, always, but is a man unlikely to ask for the words. He blinks. His brown eyes remain immersed in the glow of the bedside lamp without Nishikiyama obscuring it too much. Mine silently waits for the same kiss Nishikiyama thinks of placing. Without itβ ]
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His bangs poke into his vision as Nishikiyama fingercombs them in front, the nails prick at his scalp gently. The thing of praise makes Mine keep his flush; he works hard for it, always, but is a man unlikely to ask for the words. He blinks. His brown eyes remain immersed in the glow of the bedside lamp without Nishikiyama obscuring it too much. Mine silently waits for the same kiss Nishikiyama thinks of placing. Without itβ ]
I want more.
[ He still misses Nishikiyama intensely. ]
Like last time.