[ That scoff of a laugh Nishikiyama heard when Mine'd only been tipsy. It's because he sort of remembers hearing the same complaint when they were both wasted. His dick is the one thing he'd never had to work for, even the rest of his bodyβchiseled muscles, trimmed and waxed hairβspell out Mine's need to look his best and put in any effort possible. Because he's vain, he presses the side with the cut on his cheek into another pillow. His eyes don't leave. He likes the slowness, breath hissing between his teeth, his lashes flutter to pull him out of the depth of his typical frown. That Mine usually shies away from such closeness is kind of inconsequential in light of them just having had sex.Β ]
I work out.
[ He tries to make his answer fit, drifting to his physique in general. In lieu of using his hands, Mine's gaze traces the curve of Nishikiyama's shoulder and how his movement translates there. It's attractive. How does he compliment another man's body? ]
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[ That scoff of a laugh Nishikiyama heard when Mine'd only been tipsy. It's because he sort of remembers hearing the same complaint when they were both wasted. His dick is the one thing he'd never had to work for, even the rest of his bodyβchiseled muscles, trimmed and waxed hairβspell out Mine's need to look his best and put in any effort possible. Because he's vain, he presses the side with the cut on his cheek into another pillow. His eyes don't leave. He likes the slowness, breath hissing between his teeth, his lashes flutter to pull him out of the depth of his typical frown. That Mine usually shies away from such closeness is kind of inconsequential in light of them just having had sex.Β ]
I work out.
[ He tries to make his answer fit, drifting to his physique in general. In lieu of using his hands, Mine's gaze traces the curve of Nishikiyama's shoulder and how his movement translates there. It's attractive. How does he compliment another man's body? ]
You do, too.