[ Mine's train of thought drifts accordingly. The teasing around the upper half of his dick rescinds itself some, the band made by Nishikiyama's thumb and index dipping back down to catch the full length again. Mine is thick, though. Nishikiyama had been caught in a haze at first and not paid it too much mind or acknowledgment. The notice had only rang a few times now— the same moment Mine thinks of when he'd had it in his mouth, and now, when the girth wedges the intended tightness of his hand. It's sexy.
Nishikiyama is looking now, and he turns Mine over like a page in a book. It's not rough or fast, just easy. He doesn't care if Mine's too embarrassed to look back at him. He wants to admire his body at a better angle. ]
Like what?
[ Nishikiyama is curious as to what past experiences Mine's had that stick out. The answer he'd been given verbally isn't enough, and as a patriarch, he can enjoy the power dynamic of getting to fish for more. Strangely, he isn't cornering Mine for a specific way to respond, and he lowers down to suck on Mine's upper row of abs, nose tucked just below the swell of his prominent chest.
The things that arouse him now, he finds, are all very masculine. He makes a noise at the realization, eyes shutting. Nishikiyama's own body is reacting should his partner's eyes move to him, but he's unattended. His lashes lift. Pushing Mine's thigh open, the hand that'd once played with his ass brushes past his scrotum and further back towards his taint. The lubricant collected on his fingers should be enough. He swivels the rim tucked away and pulls his lips off Mine's skin to look up. ]
Don't talk about other people.
[ His voice pitches in complaint; normal of him. Its presence suggests he's decided he's hoping for a certain way for Mine to reply to him after all. ]
no subject
Nishikiyama is looking now, and he turns Mine over like a page in a book. It's not rough or fast, just easy. He doesn't care if Mine's too embarrassed to look back at him. He wants to admire his body at a better angle. ]
Like what?
[ Nishikiyama is curious as to what past experiences Mine's had that stick out. The answer he'd been given verbally isn't enough, and as a patriarch, he can enjoy the power dynamic of getting to fish for more. Strangely, he isn't cornering Mine for a specific way to respond, and he lowers down to suck on Mine's upper row of abs, nose tucked just below the swell of his prominent chest.
The things that arouse him now, he finds, are all very masculine. He makes a noise at the realization, eyes shutting. Nishikiyama's own body is reacting should his partner's eyes move to him, but he's unattended. His lashes lift. Pushing Mine's thigh open, the hand that'd once played with his ass brushes past his scrotum and further back towards his taint. The lubricant collected on his fingers should be enough. He swivels the rim tucked away and pulls his lips off Mine's skin to look up. ]
Don't talk about other people.
[ His voice pitches in complaint; normal of him. Its presence suggests he's decided he's hoping for a certain way for Mine to reply to him after all. ]