[ The cartilage of Mine's throat shifts when he chokes back sound, but Nishikiyama continues watching without speaking. He remains quiet while he strokes him, dark instincts fascinated by the sight of the other man under him and at his mercy. It's a side of himself he'd never known. Nishikiyama's lust has risen, but he doesn't smile. He instead builds a slow and tempting rhythmβ from the root until about halfway up the length that's filled out so far. He spits on the head of his cock and makes it glisten with ministrations of his hand. There's no lotion or at least none conveniently located anyway. If Nishikiyama's determined, he'll have to check the bathroom.
He's less confident than he'd like to be about all of it; he's nervous Mine will be able to tell. At least, though, Nishikiyama can do more than simply lay and be had. That's Mine's predicament at the moment, as someone who'd boldly declared his loyalty. Without realizing it, he'd permitted Nishikiyama to act on his baser impulses and submit to him.
Nishikiyama's fingertips tease the wet glans. His thumb presses into the center of it, applying some pressure before relieving it. He lets his earlier saliva cling to the skin in a thin, sticky string.
β Nishikiyama tries his best to look bored, but he fails. He's aroused. ]
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He's less confident than he'd like to be about all of it; he's nervous Mine will be able to tell. At least, though, Nishikiyama can do more than simply lay and be had. That's Mine's predicament at the moment, as someone who'd boldly declared his loyalty. Without realizing it, he'd permitted Nishikiyama to act on his baser impulses and submit to him.
Nishikiyama's fingertips tease the wet glans. His thumb presses into the center of it, applying some pressure before relieving it. He lets his earlier saliva cling to the skin in a thin, sticky string.
β Nishikiyama tries his best to look bored, but he fails. He's aroused. ]
This how you always are?
[ He tries provoking Mine beneath him. ]