[ Nishikiyama makes a small sound, skin pulled taut between his teeth. The mingled flavor tastes nice and soothes him. Only after does he slowly unwind himself from where he'd been, pulling his cock out of Mine to reveal the mess he's made. The full length of the shaft is coated in milk-colored fluid. He sees even more of it still dripping from Mine's rear, but tries not to look there too long. It's embarrassing to do so now— he'd fucked him like some paranoid, brainless animal. What doesn't bother him, though, is seeing that Mine is still erect. At the very least, he wasn't the only one who found it hot. Nishikiyama rolls to the side of the other man on the mattress, a tired arm crossing himself with intent to jerk Mine off the rest of the way. ]
Sorry. You weren't done.
[ The Nishikiyama left in the aftermath of ecstasy now has a softer voice. Some of him is still afraid of what will happen. Of Mine getting bored, or seeing a shinier goal ahead. Still, there are no walls of Nishikiyama's left to break down in this moment. As he takes Mine's cock in his fist again, he wonders if he's shown too much weakness. It's so hard for him to know what Mine is thinking. He's so, so quiet all of the time. A man of few words is terrible for Nishikiyama's festered mind. Trust is so delicate. Nishikiyama doesn't think he has any left. He clears his throat anyway, his gaze low. ]
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Date: 2024-02-12 03:52 pm (UTC)Sorry. You weren't done.
[ The Nishikiyama left in the aftermath of ecstasy now has a softer voice. Some of him is still afraid of what will happen. Of Mine getting bored, or seeing a shinier goal ahead. Still, there are no walls of Nishikiyama's left to break down in this moment. As he takes Mine's cock in his fist again, he wonders if he's shown too much weakness. It's so hard for him to know what Mine is thinking. He's so, so quiet all of the time. A man of few words is terrible for Nishikiyama's festered mind. Trust is so delicate. Nishikiyama doesn't think he has any left. He clears his throat anyway, his gaze low. ]
You want me to use my mouth again?