[ Nishikiyama hesitates to push further. A pleasant tingle moves from the faint strokes against the head of his cock, spreading and dispersing. It's a tease. A taste of what more Mine wants to offer. The only reason Nishikiyama can think to keep protesting is that he's lazyβ it's morning, and he's not particularly ready to act as wildly as they had the night before. As Mine comes closer to him, his eyes try to figure out where they should look. Once, they go to where Mine's hand is. With his own falling off beside his thigh, he tries to accomodate and make more space for the other's convenience. His pupils go uncertainly to Mine's face, wary and unsure. Where one might otherwise look expectant, there's something plain and simple about Mine's expression. Like he means what he says. ]
Fine. [ He says. With his lower back arching, Nishikiyama's ass tucks up beneath him to push his length through the webbing of Mine's index and thumb. It's not fully erect, but the thought of Mine there eagerly waiting to pleasure him somehow will change that soon. He bites down on his molars and looks at Mine's shoulder, where parts of his kirin or the smoke around it peek into sight. ]
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Fine. [ He says. With his lower back arching, Nishikiyama's ass tucks up beneath him to push his length through the webbing of Mine's index and thumb. It's not fully erect, but the thought of Mine there eagerly waiting to pleasure him somehow will change that soon. He bites down on his molars and looks at Mine's shoulder, where parts of his kirin or the smoke around it peek into sight. ]