[ It's enough. For a fat amount of time, Nishikiyama is pleased to simply lay on his side and feel the thumb grazing the side of his knuckle. Digits loosely curled. There's no sound other than that of their slowed breathing; the hotel room traps them in a world that consists of just them. Though the sweat has dried on Nishikiyama's skin, no longer uncomfortably hot, he lets his eyes go back to Mine when he's deemed they've enjoyed the silence long enough. ]
—We stink.
[ Complaint. Though he says it's both of them, more specifically, he's self-conscious of himself. Given how Mine probably lasers his whole body, he's truthfully not even sure if the other man is capable of smelling bad. He hadn't noticed. The smell of them having ejaculated more than once is prominent. He squirms out from under the blanket to sit himself up sideways, his body betrayingly lean-figured without his jacket or the blankets to hide his actual size. ]
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—We stink.
[ Complaint. Though he says it's both of them, more specifically, he's self-conscious of himself. Given how Mine probably lasers his whole body, he's truthfully not even sure if the other man is capable of smelling bad. He hadn't noticed. The smell of them having ejaculated more than once is prominent. He squirms out from under the blanket to sit himself up sideways, his body betrayingly lean-figured without his jacket or the blankets to hide his actual size. ]