[ As Nishikiyama disentangles his fingers from his hair, Mine pulls his mouth off of his dick where there is nothing left to swallow but his own spittle. Looking on from down on his knees, his towel is stretched taut across his thighs and hides any further hint of how he feels in this moment in time. Mine wonders if Nishikiyama thinks anything of the better view he'd had compared to last night. Their eyes flicker to meet finally, Mine still nuzzles the length, matched to his hand sliding slowly down the rest of Nishikiyama's thigh. The doorbell chimes calmly.
The countertop digs into Mine's palm, just the span of his fingers away from Nishikiyama's hip resting against the edge. As Nishikiyama pulls the robe back on himself, a rush mismatching the rhythm there at the end gathers in the room. Mine stands up too. His throat clears more audibly, brushing the knuckle of his index against the corner of his mouth, and he leaves the bathroom. The conversation over the intercom doesn't make its way back throughout the apartment in full surround sound. There's pause and pacing before the doorbell rings again.
A large table in the living roomβNishikiyama will have noticed it the very first time he came aroundβis long enough to invite some guests. Setting it for two still doesn't look awkward, though. Even so the breakfast order is more opulent than when Mine eats by himself. While Nishikiyama is still in his robe, he's gotten dressed in the short time, with his hair combed back, safe for product to keep it sleek, safe for a tie. He puts down plates. ]
Please have a seat.
[ Mine says, with simplicity that at only one glance, seems to take no account of the past 20 minutes. ]
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The countertop digs into Mine's palm, just the span of his fingers away from Nishikiyama's hip resting against the edge. As Nishikiyama pulls the robe back on himself, a rush mismatching the rhythm there at the end gathers in the room. Mine stands up too. His throat clears more audibly, brushing the knuckle of his index against the corner of his mouth, and he leaves the bathroom. The conversation over the intercom doesn't make its way back throughout the apartment in full surround sound. There's pause and pacing before the doorbell rings again.
A large table in the living roomβNishikiyama will have noticed it the very first time he came aroundβis long enough to invite some guests. Setting it for two still doesn't look awkward, though. Even so the breakfast order is more opulent than when Mine eats by himself. While Nishikiyama is still in his robe, he's gotten dressed in the short time, with his hair combed back, safe for product to keep it sleek, safe for a tie. He puts down plates. ]
Please have a seat.
[ Mine says, with simplicity that at only one glance, seems to take no account of the past 20 minutes. ]