[ Mine's gaze is unrelenting and within it he finds himself looking at Nishikiyama in a trance of his own making. Desire and admiration are nestled in it and drape over the softness revealed in the other's expression, while Mine's look remains dark and consuming. His breathing, just like Nishikiyama's, is there to feed the gap left in their dialogue.
The answer Nishikiyama leaves unspoken is what Mine wants to hear: being wanted, any part of him. He's said so, asked for it, offered. He drifts away from the confession, sliding his cock against Nishikiyama's and his hand. His chest rises up against the weight on top, a hard sigh of his own when they squeeze the space between them tighter. Heat spreads across his body where the two of them touch, everywhere.
Mine's eyes fill with intensity, replying to Nishikiyama therein before he can think of it or balk at the question. This, Mine echoes in silence, this moment.
His dick aches with the arousal pooling below his waist when Nishikiyama fucks against him harder. Ambiguity and a guiding hand let his digits dig into muscle, cupping Nishikiyama's cheek. Mine's thumb rolls skin and little fat between his fingers. His eyelids flutter, obscuring his glare. He wants to stay in the kiss and finally suffocate doubt with it, Mine sucks on breath tasting of the cigarette they'd just had. Slowly, his hips also pump into their strokes. ]
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Date: 2023-12-14 07:26 pm (UTC)The answer Nishikiyama leaves unspoken is what Mine wants to hear: being wanted, any part of him. He's said so, asked for it, offered. He drifts away from the confession, sliding his cock against Nishikiyama's and his hand. His chest rises up against the weight on top, a hard sigh of his own when they squeeze the space between them tighter. Heat spreads across his body where the two of them touch, everywhere.
Mine's eyes fill with intensity, replying to Nishikiyama therein before he can think of it or balk at the question. This, Mine echoes in silence, this moment.
His dick aches with the arousal pooling below his waist when Nishikiyama fucks against him harder. Ambiguity and a guiding hand let his digits dig into muscle, cupping Nishikiyama's cheek. Mine's thumb rolls skin and little fat between his fingers. His eyelids flutter, obscuring his glare. He wants to stay in the kiss and finally suffocate doubt with it, Mine sucks on breath tasting of the cigarette they'd just had. Slowly, his hips also pump into their strokes. ]