[ Stepping over clothes that'll be there as a trail left till morning, Mine enters a room he knows, even drunk, he didn't visit last time. He looks at itβa blurry corner of the eye-viewβsparingly furnished to match the rest of the apartment. It might be hard to get into sensuality there if they weren't already going. And going fast, Mine only realizes that he's still lightheaded when he stops moving. Keeping Nishikiyama as his focus helps; Mine sees him suck in his bottom lip between his teeth. Desiring, eroticβ
The silence he'd left deliberately, not really of inaction or apprehension, but still placing Mine with an absence, is filled by his answer now. Short as it may be, Mine seeing his body under scrutiny, he likes knowing that Nishikiyama looks at him physically.
His push is quicker than gravity and Mine finds himself on his back. The other on top of him, hands by his belt, he lifts his hips to let his pants be pulled down over his ass. The same stance prompts touch: Mine's front rubs against Nishikiyama's. He can't tell if it gets him hard any, though, Mine blinks, or it's more that his eyelids flutter when Nishikiyama combs his hand through his hair. Much lower, Mine's fingertips have just pushed under the waistband of the man's underwear (he can't see if Nishikiyama's changed out of them from before).
Meeting dark eyes, Mine doubts he needs to gulp his heart back down, but feels it hammering high in his throat. He opens his mouth, swallows again, finally like remnants of their kiss were there. The loose hair tugs on his scalp differently. Whatever they'll do, though. He echoes. ]
Hey.
[ Out of its pause Mine's hands slides down further. He finds humor from before, a smile twitching. What he says is so obvious that it's funny. ]
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The silence he'd left deliberately, not really of inaction or apprehension, but still placing Mine with an absence, is filled by his answer now. Short as it may be, Mine seeing his body under scrutiny, he likes knowing that Nishikiyama looks at him physically.
His push is quicker than gravity and Mine finds himself on his back. The other on top of him, hands by his belt, he lifts his hips to let his pants be pulled down over his ass. The same stance prompts touch: Mine's front rubs against Nishikiyama's. He can't tell if it gets him hard any, though, Mine blinks, or it's more that his eyelids flutter when Nishikiyama combs his hand through his hair. Much lower, Mine's fingertips have just pushed under the waistband of the man's underwear (he can't see if Nishikiyama's changed out of them from before).
Meeting dark eyes, Mine doubts he needs to gulp his heart back down, but feels it hammering high in his throat. He opens his mouth, swallows again, finally like remnants of their kiss were there. The loose hair tugs on his scalp differently. Whatever they'll do, though. He echoes. ]
Hey.
[ Out of its pause Mine's hands slides down further. He finds humor from before, a smile twitching. What he says is so obvious that it's funny. ]
Let's have sex.