[ There's no sense of hurriedness as Mine works, mouth falling over Nishikiyama and working his lips down the shaft. The sound that comes from it is muffled and hollow, from pockets of air beneath his cheeks, the tunnel of his throat there further back. Nishikiyama is still. As Mine establishes and maps things out, head bobbing over the top half. Nishikiyama's dick grows a ruddier shade, and he bites out a quiet sigh of pleasure in attempt to relax. His eyes open to watch him there, less clear than they were before and now more dilated. The thought of an ordered breakfastβ quiche, was it?β is fleeting. Mine has a different meal in mind, that much is apparently. Nishikiyama's hair smears some on the mirror as he angles his neck, securely gripping a bit more in Mine's own. His hips roll up with some subtlety in hope of more attention, bared skin pressed into the force of where Mine's thumb is. His ankles flex. ]
Use your hands too.
[ He thinks aloud of how he'd do it, should their positions in the moment be opposite. ]
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Date: 2024-06-16 03:24 pm (UTC)Use your hands too.
[ He thinks aloud of how he'd do it, should their positions in the moment be opposite. ]