[ Nishikiyama's heel thuds against the ledge of the genkan when Mine kisses him. His own balance sways when the other man's hand finds him. As he stumbles, he catches the handle of his front door with his fingertips and pulls it shut with a click, only later to catch himself on a wall nearby. Eyes flutter shut, but his vision seems to come and go regardless.
Sandwiched there between it and Mine, his laughter stops against the other man's mouth and he instead receives the taste of smoke and mint properly. If he were sober enough to care, he'd feel a little ashamed of how he kisses Mine now— he's far too receptive, too sloppy, and too wet. How he's kissing is exactly how he'd lectured Kiryu not to kiss women in the past during his teenage years, when he'd reared his head and lied about his own experiences. He'd dug himself deeper every time and hadn't known if Kiryu could tell he was bluffing.
Nishikiyama grabs the front of Mine's shirt and pushes it upward. It's strange to see it wrinkle when he surfaces Mine's columns of abs, but he won't be looking long enough to observe. He's motivated now by only his most instinctive desires. He just wants Mine again: somehow, some way. He's still poorly researched without an idea of how to act. With a drunk smirk on his face, he breaks away from a regrettably messy lip lock and starts plucking Mine's shirt buttons apart. It's stupid how coyly he plays the act, his eyes downcast and lips curled. Mystery is spice though and he poorly "conceals" his own want by not answering Mine verbally, caught there in the shadow of his figure, oh so conveniently trapped against the wall. His thoughts go places. ]
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Date: 2024-01-19 12:57 pm (UTC)Sandwiched there between it and Mine, his laughter stops against the other man's mouth and he instead receives the taste of smoke and mint properly. If he were sober enough to care, he'd feel a little ashamed of how he kisses Mine now— he's far too receptive, too sloppy, and too wet. How he's kissing is exactly how he'd lectured Kiryu not to kiss women in the past during his teenage years, when he'd reared his head and lied about his own experiences. He'd dug himself deeper every time and hadn't known if Kiryu could tell he was bluffing.
Nishikiyama grabs the front of Mine's shirt and pushes it upward. It's strange to see it wrinkle when he surfaces Mine's columns of abs, but he won't be looking long enough to observe. He's motivated now by only his most instinctive desires. He just wants Mine again: somehow, some way. He's still poorly researched without an idea of how to act. With a drunk smirk on his face, he breaks away from a regrettably messy lip lock and starts plucking Mine's shirt buttons apart. It's stupid how coyly he plays the act, his eyes downcast and lips curled. Mystery is spice though and he poorly "conceals" his own want by not answering Mine verbally, caught there in the shadow of his figure, oh so conveniently trapped against the wall. His thoughts go places. ]