[ Nishikiyama ejaculates down the front of Mine's throat. He feels the sides of Mine's lips pulling back, swallowing the load before it makes things too messy, and in the buzz of climax that follows, he feels... embarrassed, sort of. The countertop is hard and hurts his butt now. He's too naked. Mine is still there between his legs, looking handsome and like nothing about this is unsual, and Nishikiyama's grasp in his hair awkwardly falls away. He knows he'd been watched the whole time, but had it been so interesting for Mine to watch? Nishikiyama simply doesn't get it. He makes some eye contact there, still wondering why Mine had gone down on him at all, and the knot in his throat moves while he soundlessly clears it.
It's now that the breakfast quiche arrives. A modish tone in the distant foyer of the suite pings to indicate that the delivery is downstairs with the concierge. Nishikiyama straightens himself when he hears it and pulls the long sleeves of Mine's bathrobe over his hips in attempt at modesty. ]
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It's now that the breakfast quiche arrives. A modish tone in the distant foyer of the suite pings to indicate that the delivery is downstairs with the concierge. Nishikiyama straightens himself when he hears it and pulls the long sleeves of Mine's bathrobe over his hips in attempt at modesty. ]