[ His lips trail over Nishikiyama’s chest and lower still. Bud of Mine's infatuation has opened up in the middle of the night like a datura flower. He knows that Nishikiyama is used to being in control and Mine is far from forcing some equilibrium. Yet, this act is an expression that it's his turn. He doesn't stop at Nishikiyama's response. Mine's kisses trace a path down Nishikiyama’s abdomen as his knees meet the soft-polished tile.
He looks up with fingers curled into his hair and bending it near the roots. Mine's gaze follows Nishikiyama's arm straight out from his shoulder, as his back arches over the countertop and has contact again only at the hip. Mine places his other hand there. His thumb presses a divot into Nishikiyama's thigh. His lips brush the sensitive skin just above Nishikiyama’s cock. Continuing steady strokes Mine leans in, taking him into his mouth. His breath is hot and shallow. As his lips close around the head, Mine flicks his tongue lightly over the sensitive tip. His eyes flutter downward, guiding the length along the roof of his mouth.
Each bob of his head is deliberate, seeking rhythm, and he coaxes some soft sound with his mouth warm and inviting, taking Nishikiyama deeper in. Fingers keep pressing into the firm muscle. Mine’s own desire is a palpable thing. ]
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He looks up with fingers curled into his hair and bending it near the roots. Mine's gaze follows Nishikiyama's arm straight out from his shoulder, as his back arches over the countertop and has contact again only at the hip. Mine places his other hand there. His thumb presses a divot into Nishikiyama's thigh. His lips brush the sensitive skin just above Nishikiyama’s cock. Continuing steady strokes Mine leans in, taking him into his mouth. His breath is hot and shallow. As his lips close around the head, Mine flicks his tongue lightly over the sensitive tip. His eyes flutter downward, guiding the length along the roof of his mouth.
Each bob of his head is deliberate, seeking rhythm, and he coaxes some soft sound with his mouth warm and inviting, taking Nishikiyama deeper in. Fingers keep pressing into the firm muscle. Mine’s own desire is a palpable thing. ]