[ His dick is the part of him that wants Nishikiyama's attention, rather than his sharp gaze staying with Mine's. Yet, when that falls away he can't relax eitherβ is he only teasing or really trying to make him cum? At this point Mine's almost content to. Pressure and heat at the tip spread down his length, even where Nishikiyama doesn't care to touch anymore, pushed down in the tight space between his knuckles. Mine focuses there without much trying. His hand on Nishikiyama's thigh releases, withdrawing to slide onto the mattress dented in by his knee, like he'll find poise gripping into the bedsheets and in another wordless sound pushing against the back of his throatβ
Nishikiyama's withdrawal leaves Mine unbalanced, or otherwise dizzy. Departing his touch there's just a prickling trail across his chest, too dull almost, Mine's senses emphasize somewhere else. Even the weight shifting when Nishikiyama gets up is leaving him unoriented, like he got too used to it in that short time.
More than he's got a mind to be flustered by that idea, Mine hears himself breathe hard and quickly, noisy compared to all else he's been. He leans up on his elbows, looking down at his cock straining against the waistband of his briefs. He can do it himselfβ
The thought's flushed out by Nishikiyama's demand. Mine meets him briefly, but not while he scoots back. He toes off his shoes, against the sheets his trousers ride down his thighs. ]
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Date: 2023-12-10 09:26 am (UTC)Nishikiyama's withdrawal leaves Mine unbalanced, or otherwise dizzy. Departing his touch there's just a prickling trail across his chest, too dull almost, Mine's senses emphasize somewhere else. Even the weight shifting when Nishikiyama gets up is leaving him unoriented, like he got too used to it in that short time.
More than he's got a mind to be flustered by that idea, Mine hears himself breathe hard and quickly, noisy compared to all else he's been. He leans up on his elbows, looking down at his cock straining against the waistband of his briefs. He can do it himselfβ
The thought's flushed out by Nishikiyama's demand. Mine meets him briefly, but not while he scoots back. He toes off his shoes, against the sheets his trousers ride down his thighs. ]