[ Mine says it straight. Nishikiyama laughs because it's said in such a way. His fingers trail the sides of Mine's face when he looks down, at the other's hands that have wandered lower on his hips, delving past his underwear. ]
Yeah, let's fuck.
[ Vulgar agreement comes without thinking because even while wasted, there's a part of him that has to one-up everyone else. He has to be the strongest, the baddest, and in this context, the dirtiest. It's nonsense that stems from his self-worth, an emotional autopsy he's yet to cut open and study should he ever. In this phrase, he feels he's the bolder of the two; the more dominant one. Not that it's a contest, or ever had been.
Freed of all garments, Nishikiyama curls forward and sucks tightly on a divot in Mine's throat. His kisses hardly keep a seal, poorly coordinated as he struggles to decide what he wants to do. As if his impulses are too quick for his mind, everything he does now lags as if treading through sludge. He finds his eyelids are heavier too. Unable to get hard, he pushes himself into Mine's hand without realizing why he can't. Two arms straighten while he supports himself, and he pulls away from a faint red stamp he's left on Mine's neck. ]
I want to. Come on.
[ Through some of his fallen bangs, Nishikiyama gazes into Mine's eyes with a smirk on his lips that sags. ]
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Date: 2024-01-20 05:47 am (UTC)Yeah, let's fuck.
[ Vulgar agreement comes without thinking because even while wasted, there's a part of him that has to one-up everyone else. He has to be the strongest, the baddest, and in this context, the dirtiest. It's nonsense that stems from his self-worth, an emotional autopsy he's yet to cut open and study should he ever. In this phrase, he feels he's the bolder of the two; the more dominant one. Not that it's a contest, or ever had been.
Freed of all garments, Nishikiyama curls forward and sucks tightly on a divot in Mine's throat. His kisses hardly keep a seal, poorly coordinated as he struggles to decide what he wants to do. As if his impulses are too quick for his mind, everything he does now lags as if treading through sludge. He finds his eyelids are heavier too. Unable to get hard, he pushes himself into Mine's hand without realizing why he can't. Two arms straighten while he supports himself, and he pulls away from a faint red stamp he's left on Mine's neck. ]
I want to. Come on.
[ Through some of his fallen bangs, Nishikiyama gazes into Mine's eyes with a smirk on his lips that sags. ]