[ Nishikiyama slides against the wall without the support on his shoulder. Where an arm moves to cage him, he begins to ease and tuck himself back to close the space. He hardly realizes that Mine is undressing him at the same timeβ the tie at his neck suddenly harder to undo, annoying to pull from beneath his collar. He thinks blearily of what they can do in the hallway, but he's too drunk to be creative. He figures there's not much; getting on his knees now might make him puke again, and that would ruin what's happening now. He rustles out of his shirt similarly. The two of them begin to wander closer and closer to the bedroom when Nishikiyama resists where he'd been formerly pinned because standing isn't good. Not when neither of them don't want to.
Beside the mattress, Nishikiyama sponges in the erotic span of muscle and skin in front of him. He bites his own lip. And something he realizes isβ ]
You look good.
[ Like, all of the time and in ways that Nishikiyama hadn't noticed of others. Maybe his head had simply been filled with the clutter of yakuza. Of collections, patriarchs, and politics. But now, the lust he feels at the moment is almost overwhelming. With his tongue on his teeth, he shoves Mine back onto his bedsheets, aware enough that he'll fall. Then he followsβ closes in on top of him and unworks both of their pants. Uninhibited, it feels like they're in a pornography only that neither of them are acting. Whatever, though.
Nishikiyama touches Mine's dark brown hair, his fingers combing through the shorter pieces and seeing them come loose. ]
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Beside the mattress, Nishikiyama sponges in the erotic span of muscle and skin in front of him. He bites his own lip. And something he realizes isβ ]
You look good.
[ Like, all of the time and in ways that Nishikiyama hadn't noticed of others. Maybe his head had simply been filled with the clutter of yakuza. Of collections, patriarchs, and politics. But now, the lust he feels at the moment is almost overwhelming. With his tongue on his teeth, he shoves Mine back onto his bedsheets, aware enough that he'll fall. Then he followsβ closes in on top of him and unworks both of their pants. Uninhibited, it feels like they're in a pornography only that neither of them are acting. Whatever, though.
Nishikiyama touches Mine's dark brown hair, his fingers combing through the shorter pieces and seeing them come loose. ]
Hey.
[ Whatever, though. He wants him so badly. ]