[ Mine, watching him undress, sees the carp wind itself along the muscles of Nishikiyama's back and shoulders. Although he hadn't looked at it long before, he remembers the motif, contrasting the artwork on some of the other Nishiki Family members, large and bold in bright red. Now more than then he's able to relate the image to the man who wears it. Mine's kirin is pale without color as it rears up his spine.
He leans back, meeting Nishikiyama's approach. The weight of the fabric hanging off his wrists leaves Mine's shirt on the floor, somewhere behind him and opposite of having put his jacket and tie up so neatly. His heel slides on it when he steps over. The want for some purchase is there, but Nishikiyama's fingertips press so firm against his hips that Mine needn't grab at him for it. Still, the same hand that's dared to grab the man's wrist comes to lie flat on Nishikiyama's waist, thumb with the other fingers, as if Mine lets himself because it feels familiar.
In reality, he's the same. He's never done it with a man; if Mine may find pause in the moment, he's anxious about continuing. His eyes are open when Nishikiyama's lips close over his. He feels his bottom lip and the edge of teeth, similarly the flavor of Nishikiyama's cigarettes is just enough to find a difference.
His knees buckle hitting the edge of the bed. Necessarily he sees Nishikiyama bent over him, keeping one of his senses. Mine's mind rushes to the thought that he can't refuse now. Free hand reaching to his belt, he undoes the buckle and the fly front of his trousers. He matches everything, black boxer briefs to his dark shirt. His pulse bounces at his neck. He shuts his eyes tight in front of the other man. Mine presses the kiss back at Nishikiyama, moving his tongue out. ]
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He leans back, meeting Nishikiyama's approach. The weight of the fabric hanging off his wrists leaves Mine's shirt on the floor, somewhere behind him and opposite of having put his jacket and tie up so neatly. His heel slides on it when he steps over. The want for some purchase is there, but Nishikiyama's fingertips press so firm against his hips that Mine needn't grab at him for it. Still, the same hand that's dared to grab the man's wrist comes to lie flat on Nishikiyama's waist, thumb with the other fingers, as if Mine lets himself because it feels familiar.
In reality, he's the same. He's never done it with a man; if Mine may find pause in the moment, he's anxious about continuing. His eyes are open when Nishikiyama's lips close over his. He feels his bottom lip and the edge of teeth, similarly the flavor of Nishikiyama's cigarettes is just enough to find a difference.
His knees buckle hitting the edge of the bed. Necessarily he sees Nishikiyama bent over him, keeping one of his senses. Mine's mind rushes to the thought that he can't refuse now. Free hand reaching to his belt, he undoes the buckle and the fly front of his trousers. He matches everything, black boxer briefs to his dark shirt. His pulse bounces at his neck. He shuts his eyes tight in front of the other man. Mine presses the kiss back at Nishikiyama, moving his tongue out. ]