[ A moan from Mine is unexpected, but it rings in Nishikiyama's ears like music. Lips smirk around the series of kisses between them momentarily, thick puffs of hungered air falling and brushing Mine's open mouth every once in a while before Nishikiyama closes the space once more. He gives a slow sweep of his tongue against Mine's when nails sink into his koi fish, thrusts of his hips gradually becoming more and more intense. Mine jostles under his own sculpt and Nishikiyama can feel his cock bouncing stiff between the tight enclosure of their bodies. That's fine, though. It's all friction, and all that matters is that the two of them feel good. He'll take whatever Mine gives him now— before Mine can think that he doesn't want him anymore, or that he's found someone in the yakuza he'd be better off working with. Mine wants this. Mine wants this. Mine wants him.
The slapping of their damp skin goes numb in Nishikiyama's ears, simply a white noise layered behind lust. He'd known he wouldn't last long given how he'd waited prior, and he burrows his face somewhere beside Mine's when he's close to climax. For fear of being seen. He's no match to how good it feels to have Mine around him. His movements choke and lock when he's at his edge. Fleeting is the thought of pulling out; the thought of sparing some woman the worry of even potential pregnancy. He hadn't worn a condom either. It's fine, isn't it? How strange to break the habit, how he doesn't have to worry.
Eyelids flash white when Nishikiyama comes. He melts on top with a moan. Both biceps cinch to support himself, and he shoots semen deep into Mine's ass, the evidence of it trapped and plugged there by his own girth. He can't move with his nerves fried like this. The storm of desire that'd come over him seems to buffer, and he catches his breath in the dip of Mine's shoulder. He smells traces of soap and sweat there. Maybe the faint residue of cologne that'd heralded a price tag Nishikiyama could never afford.
Mine had wanted this. Wanted him. Not wanting it to stop, Nishikiyama turns his head to nip the side of his neck. Sucking on it is the only way he can think to ask Mine to keep wanting him after. ]
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Date: 2024-02-12 12:36 pm (UTC)The slapping of their damp skin goes numb in Nishikiyama's ears, simply a white noise layered behind lust. He'd known he wouldn't last long given how he'd waited prior, and he burrows his face somewhere beside Mine's when he's close to climax. For fear of being seen. He's no match to how good it feels to have Mine around him. His movements choke and lock when he's at his edge. Fleeting is the thought of pulling out; the thought of sparing some woman the worry of even potential pregnancy. He hadn't worn a condom either. It's fine, isn't it? How strange to break the habit, how he doesn't have to worry.
Eyelids flash white when Nishikiyama comes. He melts on top with a moan. Both biceps cinch to support himself, and he shoots semen deep into Mine's ass, the evidence of it trapped and plugged there by his own girth. He can't move with his nerves fried like this. The storm of desire that'd come over him seems to buffer, and he catches his breath in the dip of Mine's shoulder. He smells traces of soap and sweat there. Maybe the faint residue of cologne that'd heralded a price tag Nishikiyama could never afford.
Mine had wanted this. Wanted him. Not wanting it to stop, Nishikiyama turns his head to nip the side of his neck. Sucking on it is the only way he can think to ask Mine to keep wanting him after. ]