[ The patriarch's eyes move to Mine's hand, seeing that it's in line with what he claims. ]
M'hm.
[ It's all good of him, and Nishikiyama approves. He feels the muscles ripple and jerk against his touch, and his fingers chase. He coaxes him onto them. His aims of pleasuring himself have fallen slow, and he licks the flat of his palm in a provocative way before placing his grip around the base of his cock again. He angles the length for the opening he's stretched apart, the tip slipping against the groove of his ass. ]
Watch me put it in.
[ What angle he can see from here, that is. Without much other warning, an arm hooks under the pit of Mine's knee and hitches his hips up with it. Fingers pull Mine's entrance further apart, spreading it so that he can sink just the head of his dick inside him; everything's so well-lubricated at this point that he's swallowed. It makes Nishikiyama's nostrils puff once in an amused way. He'd expected it'd be a tighter squeeze— one where Mine's walls tense and make it hard to move deeper in. This time is different than when Mine had been so unsure of what to do. Maybe he'd remembered it, some. Anticipated? Nishikiyama doesn't know. Maybe Mine's just getting used to having sex this way.
He looks at him and traces his mouth with the fingertips that'd earlier touched his cock. The others sink into the skin of his leg while he penetrates him further. Inch by inch, he buries himself until his hips hit Mine's rear. ]
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M'hm.
[ It's all good of him, and Nishikiyama approves. He feels the muscles ripple and jerk against his touch, and his fingers chase. He coaxes him onto them. His aims of pleasuring himself have fallen slow, and he licks the flat of his palm in a provocative way before placing his grip around the base of his cock again. He angles the length for the opening he's stretched apart, the tip slipping against the groove of his ass. ]
Watch me put it in.
[ What angle he can see from here, that is. Without much other warning, an arm hooks under the pit of Mine's knee and hitches his hips up with it. Fingers pull Mine's entrance further apart, spreading it so that he can sink just the head of his dick inside him; everything's so well-lubricated at this point that he's swallowed. It makes Nishikiyama's nostrils puff once in an amused way. He'd expected it'd be a tighter squeeze— one where Mine's walls tense and make it hard to move deeper in. This time is different than when Mine had been so unsure of what to do. Maybe he'd remembered it, some. Anticipated? Nishikiyama doesn't know. Maybe Mine's just getting used to having sex this way.
He looks at him and traces his mouth with the fingertips that'd earlier touched his cock. The others sink into the skin of his leg while he penetrates him further. Inch by inch, he buries himself until his hips hit Mine's rear. ]
Faster now.
[ His hand. ]