[ He watches Nishikiyama dig through the drawer where his reservations are concealed from seeing them. Mine swallows a gasp eventually, confining his own agitation. The intermission won't make him go soft, but he needs rationale to not simply feel abandoned in the wake of Nishikiyama's ministrations. Instead he's flustered by his confession to himself therein. Free of that unreadable judgment, Mine realizes he still needs the attention; Nishikiyama moves as if he can trace it in scent.
Mine sees the koi on his back as it bends and bows with him. He tries to remember seeing it in the bathhouse, asking about the motif and the method. Here, the red is set in stark contrast with Nishikiyama's dark hair spilling over his neck. Mine doesn't make the comparison consciouslyβ he's only had a woman between his legs. He looks down, finding what he wants.
Even just the anticipation catches him with quickened breath. Nishikiyama's breath feels warm and damp grazing Mine's length, weighty in a way even his hand did not, the prelude to being taken between his lips. His brows draw deep on the ridge at his nose again, sensations overshot. Mine watches but is still surprised. Nishikiyama's tongue nudges the sensitive swollen tip but pushes it against his teeth on the opposite side. The dagger shock of it shoots into his groin. For once it lets Mine wonder if he's experience or experiment, in the next moment he's soothed, hot and soft movements lapping at his dick. ]
Ahh!
[ It's his first admission of a noise made for pleasure. ]
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Mine sees the koi on his back as it bends and bows with him. He tries to remember seeing it in the bathhouse, asking about the motif and the method. Here, the red is set in stark contrast with Nishikiyama's dark hair spilling over his neck. Mine doesn't make the comparison consciouslyβ he's only had a woman between his legs. He looks down, finding what he wants.
Even just the anticipation catches him with quickened breath. Nishikiyama's breath feels warm and damp grazing Mine's length, weighty in a way even his hand did not, the prelude to being taken between his lips. His brows draw deep on the ridge at his nose again, sensations overshot. Mine watches but is still surprised. Nishikiyama's tongue nudges the sensitive swollen tip but pushes it against his teeth on the opposite side. The dagger shock of it shoots into his groin. For once it lets Mine wonder if he's experience or experiment, in the next moment he's soothed, hot and soft movements lapping at his dick. ]
Ahh!
[ It's his first admission of a noise made for pleasure. ]