[ Mine's able to align himself with the metronomic gestures of Nishikiyama's hand, an easy pace to grow against even as he breathing increases. His cock leans against tightened abdominals whenever Nishikiyama returns to the base. He hears himself question, naively, what Nishikiyama wants and begins to feel ill at ease for not having broken with his unrelenting gaze. His face blurs before his eyes. Just saliva isn't enough to conceal the rough skin of Nishikiyama's palm, on the ball of his thumb circling the tip. Mine's lower back arches from the bed and tilts his hips forward.
He offers something unarticulate, that spills over his bottom lip. His grip against Nishikiyama's thigh squeezes too, but even where his thumb rubs closest to his groin he wonders whether he's giving anything to react to.
Some other slick threads with his spit. If Mine sees nervousness now, it's mistaken for impatience as insistence clusters at the tip of Nishikiyama's thumb. He wrings out word over just a sound, a breathy note at the end. His eyes are glossy. It's obvious Mine's been holding it in. ]
Whatโ? [ Like he'd say yes. ] Noโ
[ Nishikiyama's direction is self-serving in a way that being with a woman won't compare to. Mine doesn't know where else to look, should he retreat from his demanding look, and so he's left there until lust comes into Nishikiyama's glare. He feels heat rise onto his cheeks, mixed unusually with the contention that's prodded at. Mine sees himself reactโunlike in his calm, sedate demeanorโgoaded on. He pushes himself against Nishikiyama's fingers. ]
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He offers something unarticulate, that spills over his bottom lip. His grip against Nishikiyama's thigh squeezes too, but even where his thumb rubs closest to his groin he wonders whether he's giving anything to react to.
Some other slick threads with his spit. If Mine sees nervousness now, it's mistaken for impatience as insistence clusters at the tip of Nishikiyama's thumb. He wrings out word over just a sound, a breathy note at the end. His eyes are glossy. It's obvious Mine's been holding it in. ]
Whatโ? [ Like he'd say yes. ] Noโ
[ Nishikiyama's direction is self-serving in a way that being with a woman won't compare to. Mine doesn't know where else to look, should he retreat from his demanding look, and so he's left there until lust comes into Nishikiyama's glare. He feels heat rise onto his cheeks, mixed unusually with the contention that's prodded at. Mine sees himself reactโunlike in his calm, sedate demeanorโgoaded on. He pushes himself against Nishikiyama's fingers. ]