[ Nishikiyama can't recall a time where he'd seen morning properly with a bed partner. More often than not, after the sex had ended, things had simply wrapped up within a few hours or soon the following day. He isn't used to having someone still here for him. Wanting more than a night. As Mine's hand envelopes his length, Nishikiyama sighs softly. Short fingernails scrape over the countertop. What's also new is that he hadn't been the one to move first. It'd been Mine. He's close enough to feel the light brush of air against his lips. Nishikiyama still isn't sure what to say. ]
You don't have to.
[ He wonders if it's being done out of expectation. Mine's motives now are too foreign for him to understand. Does he want Nishikiyama to give him something in turn? It's hard not to think that way. As Mine begins to stroke his cock, one of Nishikiyama's hands moves to haphazardly push it away. It lacks commitment though, more coming from manners than from truth. Nishikiyama's body paints more than enough interest. He swallows. ]
no subject
You don't have to.
[ He wonders if it's being done out of expectation. Mine's motives now are too foreign for him to understand. Does he want Nishikiyama to give him something in turn? It's hard not to think that way. As Mine begins to stroke his cock, one of Nishikiyama's hands moves to haphazardly push it away. It lacks commitment though, more coming from manners than from truth. Nishikiyama's body paints more than enough interest. He swallows. ]