[ Dimly, Mine wonders if Nishikiyama means to leave another mark. The slight graze of his teeth is more pleasant than lying bare. He doesn't want Nishikiyama to see him like that, and if Nishikiyama does, he doesn't want to know. Mine intends to obscure his expression behind the other's forearm, where he notices the smell of nicotine and ash from his fingers next to his face only in its absence, when he rolls to the opposite side. Mine pulls his arm reaching around out from under, his other hand slips off of Nishikiyama's shoulder and places on his own stomach. He purposely doesn't think about touching himself; Nishikiyama's 'sorry' makes him feel abashed.
Looking up at the ceiling is the interim to turning his head over. His bangs fall back into his face and the longest piece tugs on his eyelashes. Mine is surprised. Nishikiyama's face seems soft enough to match his tone. He worries about feeling good, or if he will, not yet reflecting on his hard-on-apparent for proof; what did it feel like for Nishikiyama. Mine's abs still flex when he grips him. ]
If that's what you want.
[ He's being sincere. Though, like Nishikiyama'd said, Mine thinks about him and realizes his response isn't a good fit. He knows he hoards silence in the dark brown eyes across from him. Like he's not said anything yet Mine gives a different answer, just as honest. ]
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Looking up at the ceiling is the interim to turning his head over. His bangs fall back into his face and the longest piece tugs on his eyelashes. Mine is surprised. Nishikiyama's face seems soft enough to match his tone. He worries about feeling good, or if he will, not yet reflecting on his hard-on-apparent for proof; what did it feel like for Nishikiyama. Mine's abs still flex when he grips him. ]
If that's what you want.
[ He's being sincere. Though, like Nishikiyama'd said, Mine thinks about him and realizes his response isn't a good fit. He knows he hoards silence in the dark brown eyes across from him. Like he's not said anything yet Mine gives a different answer, just as honest. ]
Just your hand. I want to look at you.