[ A moment without Nishikiyama there above him passes before he sits up as well. Before the other's made his observations, Mine deposits his brand-new shirt on top of the pants that'd just come back from the cleaners, the pile sort of neat by the foot of the bed. Nishikiyama eventually calls attention back to himself. Ordinarily on this bed, it has only been about the in and out, and little beyond the mechanical necessities were performed by him.
He'd never been interested in adding anything to sex. Mine doesn't ask what Nishikiyama means by it. His gaze drifts to the side, though, curious and intrigued in some small part. He feels warm without the obvious color on his cheeks. ]
On this sideβ...?
[ His knees feels soft, fallout from his moment of ecstasy. The mattress molds itself to his movement all the way over. Mine leans back, not quite committed to lying down. His buttocks scoot closer to the edge there, and his right leg is propped up like before. His left one hangs over the bed at the knee, toes touching the carpet next to Nishikiyama's foot. Mine looks up, obscenely sober, as he waits for some instruction. ]
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Date: 2024-03-11 01:23 pm (UTC)He'd never been interested in adding anything to sex. Mine doesn't ask what Nishikiyama means by it. His gaze drifts to the side, though, curious and intrigued in some small part. He feels warm without the obvious color on his cheeks. ]
On this sideβ...?
[ His knees feels soft, fallout from his moment of ecstasy. The mattress molds itself to his movement all the way over. Mine leans back, not quite committed to lying down. His buttocks scoot closer to the edge there, and his right leg is propped up like before. His left one hangs over the bed at the knee, toes touching the carpet next to Nishikiyama's foot. Mine looks up, obscenely sober, as he waits for some instruction. ]