[ Nishikiyama's voice strains by habit; restrained, not wanting to be loud. Small a noise as it may've been, a wash of shame comes over his cheeks and ears. He's yet to creak his eyes open and see Mine there across from himβ paying such close attention. Nishikiyama doesn't know if he can yet. Wrapped in the wet clutch of Mine's grip, his breaths have grown more shaky. His cock, now glistening with Mine's saliva and his precum, spreads the other man's fingers. The slight squeeze of hand soothes an ache and is pleasant around him.
It's so pleasant that Nishikiyama feels anxious. Mine must be thinking something about him now, and he doesn't know what. Not knowing what he's thinking resurfaces a learned stab of fear, and his eyes level upward. They burn. They're accusatory.
...But of what crime? Swallowing down the chance of making more sound, Nishikiyama's gaze catches Mine's with said eyes.
What is he thinking? What is he thinking? Nishikiyama wonders it again and again, but when he can't figure it out, he huffs to sweep Mine closer to himself. He cradles the back of Mine's neck with the clean hand he's left.
All he knows is that he doesn't want to be thought about when he's like this. Nishikiyama doesn't want Mine to think about what his responses mean, either. Thinking that and hurriedly, he forces Mine to kiss him. He tries this to stifle the strange feeling that started to trickle throughβ a fear that's mingled with sexual gratification. ]
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[ Nishikiyama's voice strains by habit; restrained, not wanting to be loud. Small a noise as it may've been, a wash of shame comes over his cheeks and ears. He's yet to creak his eyes open and see Mine there across from himβ paying such close attention. Nishikiyama doesn't know if he can yet. Wrapped in the wet clutch of Mine's grip, his breaths have grown more shaky. His cock, now glistening with Mine's saliva and his precum, spreads the other man's fingers. The slight squeeze of hand soothes an ache and is pleasant around him.
It's so pleasant that Nishikiyama feels anxious. Mine must be thinking something about him now, and he doesn't know what. Not knowing what he's thinking resurfaces a learned stab of fear, and his eyes level upward. They burn. They're accusatory.
...But of what crime? Swallowing down the chance of making more sound, Nishikiyama's gaze catches Mine's with said eyes.
What is he thinking? What is he thinking? Nishikiyama wonders it again and again, but when he can't figure it out, he huffs to sweep Mine closer to himself. He cradles the back of Mine's neck with the clean hand he's left.
All he knows is that he doesn't want to be thought about when he's like this. Nishikiyama doesn't want Mine to think about what his responses mean, either. Thinking that and hurriedly, he forces Mine to kiss him. He tries this to stifle the strange feeling that started to trickle throughβ a fear that's mingled with sexual gratification. ]