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[ Even kissing, without Nishikiyama's hands caging in head and shoulders, Mine feels visible and exposed. The patriarch's gaze doesn't cover him whole and his legs stick out from the shadow of his body. It feels intentional, when Nishikiyama regards him like this for another moment and Mine sees another threat take a seat in his dark eyes. If he was trying to get away, though, Mine wouldn't pull on his arm harder. His walls spasm around the waning length when Nishikiyama moves his hand again. This time, it's predictable. He's full with Nishikiyama's spend and plugged up. Quickly, Mine also comes, ropes of white stick to his taut stomach. His sensitive spot scrapes against Nishikiyama's cock. The feeling is all new, and Mine flushes. He shudders with some noise when Nishikiyama slaps his rear, where the skin quickly turns red and warm at his fingertips. Mine writhes some in his grip, between the sting of it and riding out his own orgasm. His eyelids flutter, when gravity takes over Nishikiyama again, Mine tries to maneuver him by his shoulder. Nishikiyama's unremitting closeness is a comfort in the end. The creases between Mine's brows have buffed out; he didn't hate waiting. Mine's hand slips from his elbow, having left his marks there. ]