[ Fully enveloped, Nishikiyama feels Mine's walls clench with uncertainty around him— every strained, awkward flex or shift made in an attempt to make penetration comfortable. Admittedly and despite, his cock is throbbing madly in the vice, and his veins course with an instinct to buck. He does everything not to, though. To let Mine adjust. Heat surges through his neck.
His tongue sweeps the roof of Mine's mouth with a small moan. Both hands, there to ground him, move along the chiseled muscles of Mine's torso. One goes higher and the other goes to fondle his cock. Nishikiyama sighs through his nose while fighting selfish impatience in a way that should remind Mine he's wanted. ]
You feel good.
[ A thumb brushes over a nipple and slick fingers trace the outline of Mine's earlier wilted length. His hips tilt to accommodate his actions, otherwise still, but his cock is pushed flush against Mine's front wall, the head of it close to the spot he'd found with his hand before. A shudder runs through him. He finds that Mine's eyes look different when he pulls his head up. ]
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Date: 2024-02-12 04:25 am (UTC)His tongue sweeps the roof of Mine's mouth with a small moan. Both hands, there to ground him, move along the chiseled muscles of Mine's torso. One goes higher and the other goes to fondle his cock. Nishikiyama sighs through his nose while fighting selfish impatience in a way that should remind Mine he's wanted. ]
You feel good.
[ A thumb brushes over a nipple and slick fingers trace the outline of Mine's earlier wilted length. His hips tilt to accommodate his actions, otherwise still, but his cock is pushed flush against Mine's front wall, the head of it close to the spot he'd found with his hand before. A shudder runs through him. He finds that Mine's eyes look different when he pulls his head up. ]