[ The flat of Nishikiyama's tongue pulls a stripe up along Mine's cock. His eyes move to him again when he bites out the warning, expression somewhat dazed. Mine's words are all that break him from his focus. The dick he'd been sucking has filled out. Flushed dangerously full by now, there are telltale signs that Mine's about to meet his limit by how his pulse is felt twitching on the ridge of Nishikiyama's top lip. ]
βAlready?
[ It's hard to tell whether Nishikiyama is pleased or disappointed by the news. His expression doesn't dispel any assumptions when he draws his head back, either. The palm wrapped around Mine's girth is heavier with its final strokes, and Nishikiyama deliberately tucks and massages his thumb over the other's ballsack to try and alleviate the pressure Mine's accumulated.
He doesn't say much else while waiting for what he'd knowingly provoked. His hips move on the bed, and his efforts to constrain his own arousal make the blankets rustle under them. Just as he sees the white start to bubble through, Nishikiyama cups a palm over the top of Mine's cock to trap it beneath its breadth. Unaimed, raw, honest. The warm fluid spurts over his skin in a crude way that Mine until now had almost seemed incapable of.
But Nishikiyama likes it. He likes seeing Mine this way. Without realizing it, he watches his face as he cums. The sight pulls at him, really, and his lips hang parted. ]
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βAlready?
[ It's hard to tell whether Nishikiyama is pleased or disappointed by the news. His expression doesn't dispel any assumptions when he draws his head back, either. The palm wrapped around Mine's girth is heavier with its final strokes, and Nishikiyama deliberately tucks and massages his thumb over the other's ballsack to try and alleviate the pressure Mine's accumulated.
He doesn't say much else while waiting for what he'd knowingly provoked. His hips move on the bed, and his efforts to constrain his own arousal make the blankets rustle under them. Just as he sees the white start to bubble through, Nishikiyama cups a palm over the top of Mine's cock to trap it beneath its breadth. Unaimed, raw, honest. The warm fluid spurts over his skin in a crude way that Mine until now had almost seemed incapable of.
But Nishikiyama likes it. He likes seeing Mine this way. Without realizing it, he watches his face as he cums. The sight pulls at him, really, and his lips hang parted. ]