[ There's no protest from Nishikiyama as Mine's fingers spread over the slope of muscle between his shoulder and chest. There's a short gap through his armpit when he steadies himself on the countertop, palm sliding across the expensive marble. The edge hits his butt. Unsure of how he position, his free hand lazily follows Mine's wrist while he pulls the tie of his belt loose. ]
What are you doing?
[ He asks, but sort of knows. It's the very reason he's not protesting. ]
Did I do something to make you horny or what?
[ He feigns that his mind hadn't been there at all. ]
no subject
What are you doing?
[ He asks, but sort of knows. It's the very reason he's not protesting. ]
Did I do something to make you horny or what?
[ He feigns that his mind hadn't been there at all. ]