[ He rides along on the afterglow to where his own breathing quiets. Then Mine, too, gains a moment to himself. With Nishikiyama's dick soft, he leans on fingers tented against the mattress, aiming not to get anything on the sheets against all odds. Mine slips out of the kiss, not really holding on anymore either. He sits back, the arch of his spine pronouncing muscles in the front. Dim lighting obscures the lewd smears on his skin, that Mine bans to the corner of his vision. Looking up, he sees Nishikiyama search his face. Ironically, Mine startles at the lack of a sting in the other man's gaze.
Right. They're crazy, aren't theyβ he has to wonder if it's ecstasy boring deep into his brain and stimulating, or if he's come to read Nishikiyama's tone just so. The jab doesn't twist his gut. ]
Bossβ
[ Mine hears himself clearly, but at the same time he isn't sure what he hopes to say. Supposedly, they're yakuza, but returning to the conversation in the car is impossible and the distance of any title sounds fraudulent. He winces at how blunt he's being... though, there's unfamiliar relief nestled within it. Brown eyes end up meeting Nishikiyama's, Mine's reply without barb along the edge. ]
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Right. They're crazy, aren't theyβ he has to wonder if it's ecstasy boring deep into his brain and stimulating, or if he's come to read Nishikiyama's tone just so. The jab doesn't twist his gut. ]
Bossβ
[ Mine hears himself clearly, but at the same time he isn't sure what he hopes to say. Supposedly, they're yakuza, but returning to the conversation in the car is impossible and the distance of any title sounds fraudulent. He winces at how blunt he's being... though, there's unfamiliar relief nestled within it. Brown eyes end up meeting Nishikiyama's, Mine's reply without barb along the edge. ]
I don't know either.