[ Nishikiyama's hips slot forward with a shove, digging into Mine upon his remark. There isn't as much resistance this time around, and it's easier to build a rhythm than it'd been the first time. Mine makes a subtle but dirty sound against his thumb. Nishikiyama's teeth flash back at him in a smug way. ]
Good?
[ It seems so.
He finds the positioning is slowing him down and folds Mine's leg over to the side; sculpted thighs and hips are rolled while Mine's torso stays flat. A bare back jostles on the bedsheets. A flattering view is finds him. As Nishikiyama adjusts Mine, he sees his obliques twist and a peek of his kirin tattoo come into view on the mound of his rear. Nishikiyama grabs a handful of ass before he tries again to build a pace. The efforts now make the one from before pale in comparison. Little by little and as Mine's body allows, his thrusts start to make obscene plapping sounds that eventually melt together. They become part of the setting the same way that the dim lighting is. With a grunt, Nishikiyama pulls himself up straight. Masculine digits comb through his loose hair, and he holds it in place there at the roots of his hairline while he fucks Mine. Dark eyebrows are furrowed with focus and his breathing is even through his nose. He stays collected. ]
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Date: 2024-03-20 01:15 pm (UTC)Good?
[ It seems so.
He finds the positioning is slowing him down and folds Mine's leg over to the side; sculpted thighs and hips are rolled while Mine's torso stays flat. A bare back jostles on the bedsheets. A flattering view is finds him. As Nishikiyama adjusts Mine, he sees his obliques twist and a peek of his kirin tattoo come into view on the mound of his rear. Nishikiyama grabs a handful of ass before he tries again to build a pace. The efforts now make the one from before pale in comparison. Little by little and as Mine's body allows, his thrusts start to make obscene plapping sounds that eventually melt together. They become part of the setting the same way that the dim lighting is. With a grunt, Nishikiyama pulls himself up straight. Masculine digits comb through his loose hair, and he holds it in place there at the roots of his hairline while he fucks Mine. Dark eyebrows are furrowed with focus and his breathing is even through his nose. He stays collected. ]