[ With his eyes cast down, his head tilted forward, Mine's hair hangs in wet clumps in front of his face. The water raining from above drips from the tip of his nose, the curve of his upper lip, his chin. He'd turned up the heat, letting it relax his muscles, misting up the glass. Some chill gets let in alongside Nishikiyama. Gooseflesh skin reaches up Mine's forearms. He pushes his hair back, his usual style that'll unravel again in seconds. Wet it's almost black, but fails to make Mine look harsher with the stark color.
Mine watches Nishikiyama undo himself with aβfirstβtentative glance over his shoulder. Just once he'd seen him with his hair spilling over his ears and the sides of his face. Then, looking at the koifish tattoo, there'd been the amazing contrast of so much red and black. The lather working itself up makes Nishikiyama almost look pale as the tops of his shoulders also catch cool light. What his sidelong glimpse warps into is not something Mine hides, but his lashes, with droplets clinging, flutter. ]
Boss...
[ Still calling the other man like so seems far removed from where they stand; sensuality seeps into a moment Mine'd only thought to use to get clean. What can he say, thoughβ he just reacts. The clouds of smoke on his skin are new and tender, sore from getting fucked on his back and moving roughly against the bedsheets. Mine's shoulders stiffen but ease when the motions of the washcloth on his back simply repeat.
Nishikiyama can see the kirin under the gloss of running water, draped over faintly reddened skin, as Mine's hands stay on the wall to square the canvas. ]
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Mine watches Nishikiyama undo himself with aβfirstβtentative glance over his shoulder. Just once he'd seen him with his hair spilling over his ears and the sides of his face. Then, looking at the koifish tattoo, there'd been the amazing contrast of so much red and black. The lather working itself up makes Nishikiyama almost look pale as the tops of his shoulders also catch cool light. What his sidelong glimpse warps into is not something Mine hides, but his lashes, with droplets clinging, flutter. ]
Boss...
[ Still calling the other man like so seems far removed from where they stand; sensuality seeps into a moment Mine'd only thought to use to get clean. What can he say, thoughβ he just reacts. The clouds of smoke on his skin are new and tender, sore from getting fucked on his back and moving roughly against the bedsheets. Mine's shoulders stiffen but ease when the motions of the washcloth on his back simply repeat.
Nishikiyama can see the kirin under the gloss of running water, draped over faintly reddened skin, as Mine's hands stay on the wall to square the canvas. ]