[ Nishikiyama stays at the end of the bed as Mine adjusts his positioning. He copies his idea in that same stretch, peeling his shoes and socks off one at a time until he's barefoot. His index and middle fingersβ still a little wet from spit and precumβ slip into a brass handle of the nearby end table. He's lucky to find a plastic case of toiletries inside. Makeup wipes, lotion, and other neatly packaged products zipped together cleanly... they're intended for a female guest. Face lotion is probably enough for this. Nishikiyama will settle.
He eyes Mine on the bed again. The seemingly impossible muscle definition he possesses. How his cheeks are flushed with uncharacteristic heat, and he looks so unusually clumsy and stunned. Nishikiyama feeds on that. He lifts one knee after the other onto the sheets and crawls up the bed's length with his eyes cast down on the other's cock.
The travel-sized lotion bottle is dropped somewhere in the blankets in case needed. More appetizing to him than what he'd done before, Nishikiyama hooks some of his hair behind his ear and sinks his head between Mine's thighs. The smattering of red inkβ his koi fishβ is seen on his back. There's no eye contact. Further between the other man's legs, he nuzzles at the shaft before settling his weight onto his elbows and belly. Nishikiyama doesn't explain himself when he slides the head of Mine's dick in his mouth. ]
Hnn.
[ He's yet to look up. Experimenting with Mine, he swirls his tongue around the glans with his lips sealed. ]
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He eyes Mine on the bed again. The seemingly impossible muscle definition he possesses. How his cheeks are flushed with uncharacteristic heat, and he looks so unusually clumsy and stunned. Nishikiyama feeds on that. He lifts one knee after the other onto the sheets and crawls up the bed's length with his eyes cast down on the other's cock.
The travel-sized lotion bottle is dropped somewhere in the blankets in case needed. More appetizing to him than what he'd done before, Nishikiyama hooks some of his hair behind his ear and sinks his head between Mine's thighs. The smattering of red inkβ his koi fishβ is seen on his back. There's no eye contact. Further between the other man's legs, he nuzzles at the shaft before settling his weight onto his elbows and belly. Nishikiyama doesn't explain himself when he slides the head of Mine's dick in his mouth. ]
Hnn.
[ He's yet to look up. Experimenting with Mine, he swirls his tongue around the glans with his lips sealed. ]