[ Mine's eyes dart away from Nishikiyama's face. Unsure of the answer he'd expected, it wasn't to recall sixty-nining in his own bed. It's impossible that it show in the low light, but Mine feels heat spread across his neck and chest. Nishikiyama liked it, and the idea makes some sensation swell beneath the flush. Though, Mine doesn't know what to do with the knowledgeβjust like what he did do to make Nishikiyama feel goodβother than keep it.
Nishikiyama'd told him the very first time what he likes. His gaze returns. ]
You said it's more exciting.
[ A blunt reflection. When Mine does something that he admits is new to him. Talking like this after sex is, too. Focus returns versus when his eyes'd been glazed over in ecstasy. He tries to trace his own answer in the furrows of Nishikiyama's brow. Mine's hand squeezes a little. ]
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Date: 2024-03-29 06:13 pm (UTC)Nishikiyama'd told him the very first time what he likes. His gaze returns. ]
You said it's more exciting.
[ A blunt reflection. When Mine does something that he admits is new to him. Talking like this after sex is, too. Focus returns versus when his eyes'd been glazed over in ecstasy. He tries to trace his own answer in the furrows of Nishikiyama's brow. Mine's hand squeezes a little. ]