[Β Mine feels nauseous and dizzy with the burn, taking Nishikiyama inside him whether he thinks he can or not. When his cock is in deeper than his fingers have reached Mine chokes out sound. His abs squeeze and air makes his chest rise. His walls throb with the same impulse to adjust. Mine has the sterile thought of simply seeing it through and finishing what they'd started sixteen days ago. The idea shatters at the faint touch of praise.
Despite not saying anything, he doesn't think he can take movement. Despite that, his sharp eyes are glazed over in ecstasy. His dick'd raised with the relentless stimulation of Nishikiyama entering him, now half-hard with a physiological reaction Mine hadn't known. He's made smooth and, although Nishikiyama gives him time, achingly wide at the rim. But Nishikiyama's head pins the cluster of nerves against his wall in such a way as that fingers wouldn't. Wider and without any room between his middle and index for it to budge from the stimulus.
His back arches, like Mine can hope to get away. His other hand, just reaching at Nishikiyama's back over the side of his ribs, has been there in hopes of keeping him in a kiss, with small puffs of arousal hitting the back of his throat. Mine's elbow locks, keeping the pads of his fingers press into thin muscle over bone. ]
Haah... Mβmove. [ He doesn't want him there, embarrassed to harden in Nishikiyama's grasp when the pleasure comes from elsewhere. ]
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Despite not saying anything, he doesn't think he can take movement. Despite that, his sharp eyes are glazed over in ecstasy. His dick'd raised with the relentless stimulation of Nishikiyama entering him, now half-hard with a physiological reaction Mine hadn't known. He's made smooth and, although Nishikiyama gives him time, achingly wide at the rim. But Nishikiyama's head pins the cluster of nerves against his wall in such a way as that fingers wouldn't. Wider and without any room between his middle and index for it to budge from the stimulus.
His back arches, like Mine can hope to get away. His other hand, just reaching at Nishikiyama's back over the side of his ribs, has been there in hopes of keeping him in a kiss, with small puffs of arousal hitting the back of his throat. Mine's elbow locks, keeping the pads of his fingers press into thin muscle over bone. ]
Haah... Mβmove. [ He doesn't want him there, embarrassed to harden in Nishikiyama's grasp when the pleasure comes from elsewhere. ]