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[ Nishikiyama holds Mine in place, even as nails raze his arm. With Mine’s ass pressed flush against him, he keeps him close— a vessel for his release, an answer to a carnal call. He isn’t quite out of breath though he’s in some disarray. His pupils wander, not quite fixing on one spot and yet knowing that Mine wants what he has. As pleasure floods through him, globby mess of cum caught in the barrow gaps of space, Nishikiyama smirks because he knows he’s done something mean. He watches Mine in sadistic silence, breath after breath falling from his lips. He feels Mine’s length twitching with demand, and as the marks on his arm turn redder, he yields out of mercy alone. The thumb on the glans, once covering the top, slides over to the side. Heavy handed strokes milk ejaculation up through the spout, leaving only enough time for Mine to remember that Nishikiyama’s the one calling the shots. His gaze drops to watch. At the same time, he claps a hand over Mine’s ass cheek again, lazily pulling it apart and then dropping it. The kirin’s leg distorts and then straightens. The room melts and Nishikiyama remembers gravity. ]