[ Mine doesn't know what Nishikiyama's answer sounds like either. Any other time he's desperate to read into it, but it's only his own dire want that buzzes in his head and, having said the imminence out loud, what has him peering over the edge now. Nishikiyama kneading his balls sends the anticipatory sensation further out. Mine presses his upper body into the pillows set at the headboard, his hands slide against the bedsheets before his fingers curl and snag the fabric. His thighs quiver until the muscles seize.
He's heaving air like the first surge is an effort and his face twists the same. Like there's still an urge to ward off his climax. Peering down at himself, though, his release claws at his throat and it finally gives noise to his panting as cum spurts against Nishikiyama's palm. His lower back lifts off the mattress and a sigh shudders past Mine's vocal chords when the motion pushes him into a cupped hand. What doesn't squeeze out between Nishikiyama's fingers dribbles back on Mine's cock and smears against it messily.
His gaze brushes past the patriarch's. They don't quite meet, but Mine looks at him frazzled. The short fine hairs at his hairline curl up against a sheen of sweat, having pulled away from being gelled back. Delay scratches at the realization that Nishikiyama has been watching him. While the rush of heat across his body has begun to fade, Mine feels strangely about the contact he'd sought in the car still.
Looking over Nishikiyama's back he sees him grind against the sheets repeatedly. Even though Mine knows he's spent, going soft but gulping breath, his dick throbs in the grip remaining at the base. ]
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Date: 2023-12-10 09:34 am (UTC)He's heaving air like the first surge is an effort and his face twists the same. Like there's still an urge to ward off his climax. Peering down at himself, though, his release claws at his throat and it finally gives noise to his panting as cum spurts against Nishikiyama's palm. His lower back lifts off the mattress and a sigh shudders past Mine's vocal chords when the motion pushes him into a cupped hand. What doesn't squeeze out between Nishikiyama's fingers dribbles back on Mine's cock and smears against it messily.
His gaze brushes past the patriarch's. They don't quite meet, but Mine looks at him frazzled. The short fine hairs at his hairline curl up against a sheen of sweat, having pulled away from being gelled back. Delay scratches at the realization that Nishikiyama has been watching him. While the rush of heat across his body has begun to fade, Mine feels strangely about the contact he'd sought in the car still.
Looking over Nishikiyama's back he sees him grind against the sheets repeatedly. Even though Mine knows he's spent, going soft but gulping breath, his dick throbs in the grip remaining at the base. ]