[ Nishikiyama considers the request, his thoughts readable in his expression. There's a conscious recognition in what's being asked of him. Why Mine would want it. Brown eyes move to parted lips. Kissing is for lovers. That's what Nishikiyama thinks. His arm unravels from Mine's leg, however, and he takes a step closer; close enough to make the sheets rustle against his thigh. One hand might still be on his length, stroking it a bit more slowly, but the other roots itself beside Mine.
He says nothing. Rather than that, he kisses Mine as requested. His eyes are shut, his lips are soft. Nishikiyama kisses Mine. ]
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Date: 2024-03-12 05:56 pm (UTC)He says nothing. Rather than that, he kisses Mine as requested. His eyes are shut, his lips are soft. Nishikiyama kisses Mine. ]