[ At the little sound Nishikiyama makes Mine doesn't find himself in the position nor in the habit to make mention. His satisfaction is quiet and subdued even within his own thoughts. However, that is where it sediments. Warmth flows into the lines of his palm, up-and-down strokes slicked up with Nishikiyama's anticipation. Just like he'd said to do, Mine thinks about getting him offβ but there's more.
Nishikiyama's gaze falls on him with an intensity he's met, but isn't used to. Confronting it on that short distance chases a mirror of dread down his spine. Mine, surprised by the hand folding against his nape, sucks in breath. For a moment he's left to believe the kiss will simply smother him and he's paralyzed.
Even so, Mine understands that this is where his declaration of loyalty to Nishikiyama is meant to culminate, if only he closes his eyes to his own hesitation and uncertainty. He shuts them, his lips part insteadβ so that Nishikiyama won't see either. Mine's thumb stutters over the tip, picking up motion he'd abandoned. He feels his own pulse compete with the throbbing of Nishikiyama's dick. Beneath his breastbone cowers a noise he might make, but Mine wants it to suffocate. ]
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Nishikiyama's gaze falls on him with an intensity he's met, but isn't used to. Confronting it on that short distance chases a mirror of dread down his spine. Mine, surprised by the hand folding against his nape, sucks in breath. For a moment he's left to believe the kiss will simply smother him and he's paralyzed.
Even so, Mine understands that this is where his declaration of loyalty to Nishikiyama is meant to culminate, if only he closes his eyes to his own hesitation and uncertainty. He shuts them, his lips part insteadβ so that Nishikiyama won't see either. Mine's thumb stutters over the tip, picking up motion he'd abandoned. He feels his own pulse compete with the throbbing of Nishikiyama's dick. Beneath his breastbone cowers a noise he might make, but Mine wants it to suffocate. ]