[ He relents easily, still. When Nishikiyama kisses him, leaving Mine a taste of himself, Mine drags his tongue along the edge of his teeth. It feels better than his unattended dick bounding between them, better than the erratic jolts of bliss that penetrate him. Mine doesn't know if he wants to feel better elsewhere truthfully, a part of him still shocked that he's taking it in his ass at all. What Mine does want, though, is to feel Nishikiyama close by him. If this is the method by which, he accepts too. They can't share the thoughts that'd make each other feel secure, it seems, so only the raw actions remain.
Deep inside he feels Nishikiyama's tip harden, pulsating and angled so that it makes soft muscle feel swollen against it. His ears buzz and whistle even as Nishikiyama stops moving with his face buried by his shoulder. With strange rationality Mine thinks to ask why, but realizes sooner than the moment passes. How Nishikiyama'd looked at him earlier would show Mine judgment he doesn't want to receive, when the other man releases inside of him. Forgetting that his eyes are already sunk into the sheets, Mine rolls his head the opposite way, like he simply turns from getting splashed by a car driving too fast through a nearby puddle.
The orgasm spilling inside of him brings neither coldness not warmth. Plugged up, all Mine really feels is the previously foreboding pressure of Nishikiyama's cock disperse against his walls. And the rumor of a question. Why does he stay? It's the thought that settles when Mine's cock does not, still squeezed to thick stiffness against his stomach, and he numbs to Nishikiyama in him. Philosophical reason for asking that will only come to him later; the admonishment for Mine leaving early morning sits deep, though.
Mine doesn't turn his head back when Nishikiyama's nose digs into his neck, or when his breath mixes with the faint scent of sweat, soap and cologne laid on his collarbone. When Nishikiyama does pull out Mine's legs spread to let him. His eyes'd already squeezed shut before getting emptied out. ]
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Deep inside he feels Nishikiyama's tip harden, pulsating and angled so that it makes soft muscle feel swollen against it. His ears buzz and whistle even as Nishikiyama stops moving with his face buried by his shoulder. With strange rationality Mine thinks to ask why, but realizes sooner than the moment passes. How Nishikiyama'd looked at him earlier would show Mine judgment he doesn't want to receive, when the other man releases inside of him. Forgetting that his eyes are already sunk into the sheets, Mine rolls his head the opposite way, like he simply turns from getting splashed by a car driving too fast through a nearby puddle.
The orgasm spilling inside of him brings neither coldness not warmth. Plugged up, all Mine really feels is the previously foreboding pressure of Nishikiyama's cock disperse against his walls. And the rumor of a question. Why does he stay? It's the thought that settles when Mine's cock does not, still squeezed to thick stiffness against his stomach, and he numbs to Nishikiyama in him. Philosophical reason for asking that will only come to him later; the admonishment for Mine leaving early morning sits deep, though.
Mine doesn't turn his head back when Nishikiyama's nose digs into his neck, or when his breath mixes with the faint scent of sweat, soap and cologne laid on his collarbone. When Nishikiyama does pull out Mine's legs spread to let him. His eyes'd already squeezed shut before getting emptied out. ]