[ Muscles tense at Nishikiyama's fingertips, as pliant has turned into concerted, promising that Mine keeps pumping his hips back. Sweat collects at the small of his back. Looking up, Mine expects the image in front of his eyes to blur and collapse their movements into a daze. Nishikiyama is right; most of his thinking has dissolved, too. His asshole tightens around the length sliding in and out a matching pace. He can do this, as long as Nishikiyama goes slowly. But when he drives into him faster, Mine's core folds. His entrance trembles, gaping open for his cock. He makes noise, when he expects Nishikiyama at his climaxβ
As it hitches, Mine aches where his walls sit against the swollen tip, ebbing away from Nishikiyama's point of no return. That's how he means to make it last, this time? His hand has all but stopped at the base from stroking himself, and his thighs quiver. Mine's mouth feels dry, throat tight when Nishikiyama talks to him. In another moment, the dark bedroom flashes white before his eyes. Full again to where Nishikiyama rams into and spreads him open. He's so deep in, that Mine can't subtract from it the sting of Nishikiyama's hips slamming against him. He spasms beneath the patriarch's aim, and at the mouth of pain and pleasure, gritting teeth, a moan scrapes against his palate. Slick at his entrance, skin on skin makes a lewd sound that swells in Mine's head. He finds himself staring down something visceral in Nishikiyama's dark browns; it doesn't match his self-control. The echo of the warning is in the sound he makes. Then, they're slow again.
Mine lays back, shaded by Nishikiyama's frame, exposing where his pulse bounds on his neck and the well-defined bump of his Adam's apple. Nishikiyama's cock throbs against that weak spot, dulling an accusatory look before it can ever focus. Mine's nails carve crescent marks into his arm. He slides his other hand up his own body, his chest, where his nipple comes to sit in a corner between thumb and index. ]
Touch me up hereβ
[ He lets his fingers splay across his pec. With the words squeezing past his vocal cords, Mine shudders at how desperate he sounds to his own ears. Though, it's how he feels beneath an impassive mask. ]
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As it hitches, Mine aches where his walls sit against the swollen tip, ebbing away from Nishikiyama's point of no return. That's how he means to make it last, this time? His hand has all but stopped at the base from stroking himself, and his thighs quiver. Mine's mouth feels dry, throat tight when Nishikiyama talks to him. In another moment, the dark bedroom flashes white before his eyes. Full again to where Nishikiyama rams into and spreads him open. He's so deep in, that Mine can't subtract from it the sting of Nishikiyama's hips slamming against him. He spasms beneath the patriarch's aim, and at the mouth of pain and pleasure, gritting teeth, a moan scrapes against his palate. Slick at his entrance, skin on skin makes a lewd sound that swells in Mine's head. He finds himself staring down something visceral in Nishikiyama's dark browns; it doesn't match his self-control. The echo of the warning is in the sound he makes. Then, they're slow again.
Mine lays back, shaded by Nishikiyama's frame, exposing where his pulse bounds on his neck and the well-defined bump of his Adam's apple. Nishikiyama's cock throbs against that weak spot, dulling an accusatory look before it can ever focus. Mine's nails carve crescent marks into his arm. He slides his other hand up his own body, his chest, where his nipple comes to sit in a corner between thumb and index. ]
Touch me up hereβ
[ He lets his fingers splay across his pec. With the words squeezing past his vocal cords, Mine shudders at how desperate he sounds to his own ears. Though, it's how he feels beneath an impassive mask. ]