[ A twitch is placed just underneath Mine's skin as the knuckles of Nishikiyama's hand brush against his abs. The light from the doorway, wedged between, then sinks into the ridges but lets the margin of his ribs disappear in shadow under his shirt. Anticipation creeps into Mine's breath, such that it echoes in the kiss. He doesn't care, if Nishikiyama thinks of himself as too eager. Where he's receptive, Mine feels generous, sloppy and wet when he's just as hasty. He wouldn't have called the bluff either, a youth spent differently, and now there's no need for Mine to play a certain way when he's rich. Wasted and honest.
When Nishikiyama pulls away, he loses a point of anchor. Mine tries to find focus with the patriarch's hands unpicking the buttons of his shirt. One, two or three, he tugs lose his own tie before they get in the way of each other across his chest. His own want swells within, same as Nishikiyama's. Mine reads his coy response at an angle, from slightly up down. There he finds between the lines words that Nishikiyama hasn't and doesn't yet say– to spell out the details of their new relationship.
Heat creeps beneath his collar, more than the flush of drinking. Mine props himself against the wall on his other hand when he feels himself getting unsteady, next to Nishikiyama's head. He cages him in, close outside of a kiss. Mine's hand lifts from Nishikiyama's shoulder instead gripping, clumsily, the knot of his tie and pulls. Mine works more easily from the top down. ]
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Date: 2024-01-19 03:16 pm (UTC)When Nishikiyama pulls away, he loses a point of anchor. Mine tries to find focus with the patriarch's hands unpicking the buttons of his shirt. One, two or three, he tugs lose his own tie before they get in the way of each other across his chest. His own want swells within, same as Nishikiyama's. Mine reads his coy response at an angle, from slightly up down. There he finds between the lines words that Nishikiyama hasn't and doesn't yet say– to spell out the details of their new relationship.
Heat creeps beneath his collar, more than the flush of drinking. Mine props himself against the wall on his other hand when he feels himself getting unsteady, next to Nishikiyama's head. He cages him in, close outside of a kiss. Mine's hand lifts from Nishikiyama's shoulder instead gripping, clumsily, the knot of his tie and pulls. Mine works more easily from the top down. ]