[ Like this, he could last. The heave of Mineβs chest matches the curl of Nishikiyama's fingers. His choice of position doesn't make him loom like last time, and Mine begins to feel light, with barely a shadow on top of him as he views the ceiling. Although he'd worked up warmth at his fingertips, the swollen heat of Nishikiyama's cock slides along the curve of Mine's ass a different sensation. He's doused in anticipation. From lying flat, his back curls near his shoulders, eyes where Nishikiyama wants them. Mine's free hand slides on the sheets to try for balance, some small gasp, unsteady when Nishikiyama lifts him up at the waist. He observes his own body, sinew over his hip overstretched at the leg angled down, and on the other side Nishikiyama keeps his knee and thigh over his arm bent at a sharp angle. His entrance quivers as Nishikiyama sinks in partway.
He sees about half of Nishikiyama's length between his legs, the shaft shiny from being worked up and thin veins straining. Even though he does only as he's told, and he'd just had it in his face, Mine feels bashful looking on as Nishikiyama leans forward. ]
A-ah...
[ His mouth pops open, but surprise should have little to do with it. Itβs erotic to see him disappear at the same time as Nishikiyama fills out over his one spot. Hard pulse pinned between his chin and throat, Mine finds himself watching until Nishikiyama is buried to the hilt. As the patriarch thumbs at his bottom lip, Mine's fingers dent the muscle of the arm holding him up. ]
Feels goodβ
[ Nishikiyama does, and Mine does because of him. Though, he can see how his hand shakes dragging it over the tip, inside tightens to Nishikiyama's dick. It's him squeezing down; a moan stutters over Nishikiyama's thumbnail as consciousness of it washes over Mine. Expectation pools in his eyes, he looks at the other man for his own reaction. ]
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Date: 2024-03-20 07:58 am (UTC)He sees about half of Nishikiyama's length between his legs, the shaft shiny from being worked up and thin veins straining. Even though he does only as he's told, and he'd just had it in his face, Mine feels bashful looking on as Nishikiyama leans forward. ]
A-ah...
[ His mouth pops open, but surprise should have little to do with it. Itβs erotic to see him disappear at the same time as Nishikiyama fills out over his one spot. Hard pulse pinned between his chin and throat, Mine finds himself watching until Nishikiyama is buried to the hilt. As the patriarch thumbs at his bottom lip, Mine's fingers dent the muscle of the arm holding him up. ]
Feels goodβ
[ Nishikiyama does, and Mine does because of him. Though, he can see how his hand shakes dragging it over the tip, inside tightens to Nishikiyama's dick. It's him squeezing down; a moan stutters over Nishikiyama's thumbnail as consciousness of it washes over Mine. Expectation pools in his eyes, he looks at the other man for his own reaction. ]