[ Mine knows heat rising above his neck. He's embarrassed, no conversation'd ever moved there before. His gaze strays sideways, not far enough back to see unless Nishikiyama leans over his shoulder. His cock aches, filling out against the ring Nishikiyama shapes with his fingers. Mine doesn't want him to go faster. ]
...Past experiences.
[ Clipped. Anytime he'd felt good. Recently, he's thought about Nishikiyama sucking him off. Sloppy when etched against any other time Mine can remember, he can't rewatch the scene with Nishikiyama's eyes up on him, so it fades out above his lips hanging parted. Still, the heavier grip to finish him off is his. Mine eases into a memory that concludes with his climax and the idea, that now's barely any different. He pants, eyes shutting but unable to keep his time alone from colliding with the present. His grip crumples the top layer of sheets beneath his fingers. Mine attempting his own pace against Nishikiyama's hand builds more of that wet sound. ]
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[ Mine knows heat rising above his neck. He's embarrassed, no conversation'd ever moved there before. His gaze strays sideways, not far enough back to see unless Nishikiyama leans over his shoulder. His cock aches, filling out against the ring Nishikiyama shapes with his fingers. Mine doesn't want him to go faster. ]
...Past experiences.
[ Clipped. Anytime he'd felt good. Recently, he's thought about Nishikiyama sucking him off. Sloppy when etched against any other time Mine can remember, he can't rewatch the scene with Nishikiyama's eyes up on him, so it fades out above his lips hanging parted. Still, the heavier grip to finish him off is his. Mine eases into a memory that concludes with his climax and the idea, that now's barely any different. He pants, eyes shutting but unable to keep his time alone from colliding with the present. His grip crumples the top layer of sheets beneath his fingers. Mine attempting his own pace against Nishikiyama's hand builds more of that wet sound. ]