[ Mine is glad that there's no wait. The fabric of the sheets rustles and brushes his legs, tangled in Nishikiyama's movements. In contrast his touch is firm, not painful, but Mine knows where Nishikiyama wants him by it. Their positions like this are precarious. One of Mine's hands settles low against the back of Nishikiyama's neck, where his trapezius begins to reach out to his shoulders and the length of his hair cuts off, holding on.
His legs would easily part to Nishikiyama swinging his over, Mine ready to welcome back some friction against the insides of his thighs. Instead, the weight moving across both together lets him know that Nishikiyama feels possessive in his own right. Brought under, though, Mine watches him pull away. Hands on his chest, deeper breaths shift down below his ribs.
This is better. Nishikiyama releases him from wariness and awkward expectations Mine hadn't been sure of either.
When he sits up further, Mine's hand slips from Nishikiyama's back. Somewhere beneath the sheets he feels up Nishikiyama's leg. Mine utters sound on an exhale with the weight of the other's hips moving against his. His abs tense noticeably under Nishikiyama's fingertips, even if the defined lines from the low light are eclipsed by him on top.
Mine moves his hand to match Nishikiyama's, wont to share touch in the motion. The sensation is different, attention from their strokes not spread evenly, but instead remote friction rubs them together. Eyes still up on Nishikiyama's face, Mine feels flushed by not looking down. ]
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Date: 2023-12-13 08:26 am (UTC)His legs would easily part to Nishikiyama swinging his over, Mine ready to welcome back some friction against the insides of his thighs. Instead, the weight moving across both together lets him know that Nishikiyama feels possessive in his own right. Brought under, though, Mine watches him pull away. Hands on his chest, deeper breaths shift down below his ribs.
This is better. Nishikiyama releases him from wariness and awkward expectations Mine hadn't been sure of either.
When he sits up further, Mine's hand slips from Nishikiyama's back. Somewhere beneath the sheets he feels up Nishikiyama's leg. Mine utters sound on an exhale with the weight of the other's hips moving against his. His abs tense noticeably under Nishikiyama's fingertips, even if the defined lines from the low light are eclipsed by him on top.
Mine moves his hand to match Nishikiyama's, wont to share touch in the motion. The sensation is different, attention from their strokes not spread evenly, but instead remote friction rubs them together. Eyes still up on Nishikiyama's face, Mine feels flushed by not looking down. ]
It's goodβ [ βhe manages. ]