[ Nishikiyama's sigh oscillates in his throat, pleasant on top of the sound he's swallowed. The muscles sit hard on Mine's shoulders, tension crawling out from under the hand against his neck. He hears himself ask what he's doing... Mine has steeled himself against rejection, keeping defenses up or rather a counter. A remnant of that lies behind closed eyes even now. Nishikiyama prodding at why someone like him chooses to pursue organized crimeβ Mine's answer has become warped. Nishikiyama is right, that he starves himself at a set table.
Mine revisits the talk in the car. He's said what he wants, that he wants, plainly.
He has the patriarch's urge slide against his hand, full and imminent. He listens, the demand set in his head rather than Mine's chance to retort admonishment. In between quicker strokes that consider Nishikiyama's length his fingertips nudge at the sensitive band of tissue at his glans. He feels pressure bulge against his digits before white fluid bubbles out. Nishikiyama's cum spurts warm in blots against Mine's abs, unstopped ahead of him cupping his palm over it. Suddenly relinquishing his motions, the rest spreads quickly between his fingers.
Not being touched Mine still feels warmth graze his own thighs. The moment is finite, though. Returning to clarity, he takes mouthfuls of Nishikiyama's heated breath without his tongue in the kiss. They both came, here. Mine feels the mess of it sticking to his body. ]
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Mine revisits the talk in the car. He's said what he wants, that he wants, plainly.
He has the patriarch's urge slide against his hand, full and imminent. He listens, the demand set in his head rather than Mine's chance to retort admonishment. In between quicker strokes that consider Nishikiyama's length his fingertips nudge at the sensitive band of tissue at his glans. He feels pressure bulge against his digits before white fluid bubbles out. Nishikiyama's cum spurts warm in blots against Mine's abs, unstopped ahead of him cupping his palm over it. Suddenly relinquishing his motions, the rest spreads quickly between his fingers.
Not being touched Mine still feels warmth graze his own thighs. The moment is finite, though. Returning to clarity, he takes mouthfuls of Nishikiyama's heated breath without his tongue in the kiss. They both came, here. Mine feels the mess of it sticking to his body. ]