[ Watching Nishikiyama play with his cum between his fingers, Mine thinks how his only conscious thought to muster will be embarrassment, exiting his daze. He feels some of that, it's lewd considering that Nishikiyama's own meditations still display a kind of nonchalance, even after seeing him suck his dick. Mine's legs fall closed at the knees as Nishikiyama sits back, opaque remnants of his pleasure sticking to his inner thighs.
As he moves away, though, the hesitation that has only cowered on the edge of Mine's vision comes into the center. Eyes on him feel less like Nishikiyama's plotting his next step or herding him into another position. The focus Mine finds replaced on himself is dark but different. He finally recognizes the remnants of uncertainty shared between them in the car, when neither of them had quite been able to look at the other. Mine's reminded what he'd confessed there. Nebulous and unfixed, he'd meant it still, his wanting to be close himβ
He looks, obviously, at Nishikiyama's erection straining beneath his pants; his requestβ with his own bottoms halfway down and not wanting to stain his pants, moving is awkward, but Mine sits up. He keeps his legs together, leaning forward, until he needs to brace himself on the bed. With his arm straight, his hand lays flat on the mattress, his index brushing Nishikiyama's right knee. Mine's gaze jumps between Nishikiyama's face, hair pushed back into place, and his still-zipped trousers and the tight belt, the band sitting higher on Nishikiyama's waist than Mine wears it. Gathering those details'll make him seem hesitant.
He tugs at the silver buckle, pulling black leather out of the loops. Even with the fly down, he cups his hand over double layers. His thumb nudges between two flaps of fabric, though, rubbing up against the base of Nishikiyama's cock. ]
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As he moves away, though, the hesitation that has only cowered on the edge of Mine's vision comes into the center. Eyes on him feel less like Nishikiyama's plotting his next step or herding him into another position. The focus Mine finds replaced on himself is dark but different. He finally recognizes the remnants of uncertainty shared between them in the car, when neither of them had quite been able to look at the other. Mine's reminded what he'd confessed there. Nebulous and unfixed, he'd meant it still, his wanting to be close himβ
He looks, obviously, at Nishikiyama's erection straining beneath his pants; his requestβ with his own bottoms halfway down and not wanting to stain his pants, moving is awkward, but Mine sits up. He keeps his legs together, leaning forward, until he needs to brace himself on the bed. With his arm straight, his hand lays flat on the mattress, his index brushing Nishikiyama's right knee. Mine's gaze jumps between Nishikiyama's face, hair pushed back into place, and his still-zipped trousers and the tight belt, the band sitting higher on Nishikiyama's waist than Mine wears it. Gathering those details'll make him seem hesitant.
He tugs at the silver buckle, pulling black leather out of the loops. Even with the fly down, he cups his hand over double layers. His thumb nudges between two flaps of fabric, though, rubbing up against the base of Nishikiyama's cock. ]