[ Nishikiyama's chest flutters like a sparrow's wings beneath a net. No expression meets his face though and, as his body is uncurtained bit by bit, he stays silent. What vulnerability there is a shudder while fingers glide over his skin. His nipple stands after Mine's thumb traces over it. Nishikiyama can't think to say anything proper in response to him. His tongue is much too sharp to match something so sincere. Lacking words for a reply, his eyes meet Mine's for just a moment and he leans forward more. Divots and grooves of muscle tighten with the new shape of his posture. His hand touches the side of Mine's jawline, cupping it with a thumb tucked somewhere beneath. He kisses him once beside his mouth. Surely Mine has at least some idea of where he'd hope this scenario might go. Nishikiyama's legs part slightly to make more of a display. His eyes, tiredly fluttering back open, check Mine's again when he draws away from the kiss. They're hard like yakuza and a rich shade of brown. ]
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