[ Mine hears his own intent repeated, more crude, more exact. For a moment, he finds he's letting his cheek turn into Nishikiyama's touch, threatening lethargy if he can lean his head against his hand. Sooner instead gasping breath escapes him, Nishikiyama draws it up by sucking on his neck, unaware of the mark it'll leave.
Nishikiyama, staking his claim in a role Mine isn't yet sure ofβ it's not that it's unclear, what the other's position as senior to him in the yakuza, as patriarch of his own Family means. Mine has settled into his place within the structures of the organization, that he's still half of an outsider part of it. Or this is how he sees himself; there are layers that need cutting deeper, too. Mine's subservience is split between this and their new relationship.
He doesn't know what he can doβthat may be his last, lucid thought tonight, arriving suddenlyβlying bare on Nishikiyama's bed and not the hotel's. Can they just fuck like they did before? If not... His palm offers some resistance for Nishikiyama to grind against. Looking up, though, everything that Mine keeps in view seems to drag on slowly, similarly, and already softens at the edges. He takes his thumb along Nishikiyama's length, thinking it'll do something, when he thinks what the other says points at him.
Mine's starved focus tries to keep up with Nishikiyama moving on top of him; his stomach is empty from throwing up, and he's tired. ]
I'm trying. Hereβ
[ Hair falling into Nishikiyama's face, Mine can only just make out that his expression droops. He's a mirror. ]
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Date: 2024-01-20 02:21 pm (UTC)Nishikiyama, staking his claim in a role Mine isn't yet sure ofβ it's not that it's unclear, what the other's position as senior to him in the yakuza, as patriarch of his own Family means. Mine has settled into his place within the structures of the organization, that he's still half of an outsider part of it. Or this is how he sees himself; there are layers that need cutting deeper, too. Mine's subservience is split between this and their new relationship.
He doesn't know what he can doβthat may be his last, lucid thought tonight, arriving suddenlyβlying bare on Nishikiyama's bed and not the hotel's. Can they just fuck like they did before? If not... His palm offers some resistance for Nishikiyama to grind against. Looking up, though, everything that Mine keeps in view seems to drag on slowly, similarly, and already softens at the edges. He takes his thumb along Nishikiyama's length, thinking it'll do something, when he thinks what the other says points at him.
Mine's starved focus tries to keep up with Nishikiyama moving on top of him; his stomach is empty from throwing up, and he's tired. ]
I'm trying. Hereβ
[ Hair falling into Nishikiyama's face, Mine can only just make out that his expression droops. He's a mirror. ]