[ Nishikiyama's hand slips off of Mine's and his body from underneath. His brow creases again, after being in that quiet and comfortable place to unwind. Watching Nishikiyama sit, Mine's body necessarily shifts too. He puts weight on his shoulder to prop himself up. Like on himself, the definition of Nishikiyama's muscles disappears under his suit. They're different shapes, though. The groves from Nishikiyama's collarbone to his shoulders and chest don't run as deep. Instead, the indented lines at his waist, where Mine'd kept his hand, are far more defined. The combination makes him looks slimmer. If Mine were to call his observation anything else, it's adoration.
Ultimately, his decision gets dragged out. He finds himself agreeing; he'd exhausted himself and just rinsing after the fight hadn't been enough. This time, he should go first. Sweat and more clings to his skin, especially between his legs. Getting up and out of the covers, there's evidence even in the low light ]
I'll showerβ
[ Nishikiyama's cum trails rivulets down the back of his thighs.
Mine tries to move as if the sensation doesn't make him wobble, drawing the curtains outside the bathroom cabin before he goes in. Surrounded by the pressure of the water hitting tile, Mine stands bracing against the wall with one hand, it washing down his body. His knees get weak and his hips lock against the phantom motions of Nishikiyama rocking into him. Bearing down feels awkward when he's empty otherwise. Gravity urges him. Mine feels himself flush hot under a tepid stream when he pulls his ass cheek aside, getting out what Nishikiyama'd spent inside and letting the water flow in between. No more than a room away, Mine thinks of him. ]
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Ultimately, his decision gets dragged out. He finds himself agreeing; he'd exhausted himself and just rinsing after the fight hadn't been enough. This time, he should go first. Sweat and more clings to his skin, especially between his legs. Getting up and out of the covers, there's evidence even in the low light ]
I'll showerβ
[ Nishikiyama's cum trails rivulets down the back of his thighs.
Mine tries to move as if the sensation doesn't make him wobble, drawing the curtains outside the bathroom cabin before he goes in. Surrounded by the pressure of the water hitting tile, Mine stands bracing against the wall with one hand, it washing down his body. His knees get weak and his hips lock against the phantom motions of Nishikiyama rocking into him. Bearing down feels awkward when he's empty otherwise. Gravity urges him. Mine feels himself flush hot under a tepid stream when he pulls his ass cheek aside, getting out what Nishikiyama'd spent inside and letting the water flow in between. No more than a room away, Mine thinks of him. ]