[ The length of his cock spills out of the waistband, falling forward when fabric is lowered. Nishikiyama swallows in silence, eyes too clear flickering up to see Mine's again. He'd seen him starting to get hard in response. Because he'd liked seeing Nishikiyama get turned on? His dress shirt shifts on his shoulders when he pulls his legs up onto the bed and mirrors Mine. One side has practically fallen. The top of his collarbone and one nipple has come into dim sight. While Mine continues to pleasure him, Nishikiyama's frame begins to lean, cheek pressed against the thick slope that's between Mine's shoulder and neck. He smells his cologne there when he sucks some air in. There's a clear contentedness in not driving this situation along— in letting Mine take care of him first. Without saying anything, Nishikiyama slides his hands over Mine's chest, gripping the breadth of muscle that lies beneath. His thumbs toy and pull at the buttons still neatly in place and pull the other man's shirt taut. ]
[ Mine's gaze overflows with focus. He finds Nishikiyama's look at him at the rim of his vision as he looks down at the length revealing itself. His reaction to his own arousal seems to be indifference. Slowly, instead, his eyes move up Nishikiyama's body as his unbuttoned shirt falls off his frame with every small shift of posture. He follows the lines of tendons taut over bone as Nishikiyama leans into him, from his neck connecting to his shoulder and muscle stretching thin at the collarbone. Mine admires him. His own chest fills deep with air at the touch gliding over his pectorals. Warmth passes through the fabric of his button-down easily, but the haptics of Nishikiyama's fingers roaming over his chest are dulled. Mine sighs, half pleased, half frustrated. One hand props them both up and the other strokes Nishikiyama's dick still. One of the bedside cabinets has some lube; it's likely fine without as long as he keeps this slow pace. Mine's eyelids flutter, he poses his chest for Nishikiyama to work the buttons. ]
[ Nishikiyama lets his head stay there on Mine's shoulder while picking at the small buttons, expensive fabric whirring and hissing underneath when his fingers move over it. Thoughts drift. He vaguely ponders the thread count and pricetag of what he's touching. Such things are deemed unimportant, though, when the cleft of Mine's chest comes into view. Each breath makes skin swell and fall. Nishikiyama's erect now, and he feels himself slicken in the other's stroking. It's easy not to mind because Mine doesn't.
Slipping lower past Mine's clavicle, Nishikiyama pulls the luxury shirt apart until it's tucked into the grooves of each armpit. A statuesque physique on full display. Nishikiyama tucks his nose into Mine's cleavage and licks his diaphragm, pulling his tongue up into a dip of cartilage and then kissing his way over the top of one of his pecs. Dryly, he thinks this is homo. If he knew Mine shared his humor he'd even say something about it— but it's not something he can retract now. That question, bicuriosity answered by their growing stack of experiences, is more than confirmed as fact.
Motivation climbs. Nishikiyama repositions himself on the bed, still pushing into Mine's petting but also with an idea of his own in mind. While he swivels his tongue over one of Mine's nipples, his hands dip down to free Mine from his pants. He'll decide to tend him similarly. The way his weight's beginning to tilt suggests he wants Mine to lay on his side. He pulls the other's briefs down his thighs. The designer name on the elastic waistband is something he surely can't pronounce. ]
[ He'd like to know Nishikiyama's mind, Mine finds, looking at the way his hands roam across the entirety of his chest. He arches his upper back, sitting in a way that pronounces his torso to fill out against Nishikiyama's intent. Mine is keen to please and to yield his figure to the reveal of his open shirt being pulled down. His nipples are raised from sculpted muscle and smooth skin. He takes care; there's no stubble on his chest.
His lips part. Without a kiss to meet this time, it's to lend breathy expressions to Mine's bliss. He reacts to hot air escaping Nishikiyama's nostrils as his nose grazes the midline between his pecs, when Nishikiyama laps just below his sternum and follows a self-made path upward. Amidst that he feels Nishikiyama's slick seep between his fingers. Mine's ministrations tighten rhythmically near the tip as he spreads it down the shaft. When Nishikiyama rolls his tongue over his nipple, does he regard him in some feminine way? Even if his request to know what the other man is thinking is neither asked nor answered, he doesn't doubt that Nishikiyama enjoys it.
Mine has already submitted to the thought that he likes men, last time. His hips tilt, lifting himself off the seat of his pants to help Nishikiyama get him out of them. Mine follows how he suggests: the arm that'd propped them up slipping atop the sheets pushes creases along the smoothly laid duvet. His thigh muscles flex at the trace of Nishikiyama's fingers hooked into the waistband. Mine's dick bulges in the same shape he'd begun to fill out in his briefs. He draws his gaze upward, where Nishikiyama looms just above him after they've changed positions. ]
[ Nishikiyama helps ease Mine into his spot, body tipping until he can look down where he’s laid. He takes Mine’s dick in his hand when it rolls out of his underwear and strokes over the length with deliberation. With his eyesight having adjusted to the shadows, the faint lighting that’s there cuts a soft halo about Mine’s more prominent features. He looks at the face waiting for him. He’s handsome.
A look like a spark lights up Nishikiyama’s eyes. His idea collects there in them, glance fleeting when he looks down further. He doesn’t want to finish in Mine’s hand. He wants something more mutual. With a small noise he protests. Precum dribbles down the shaft when he squirms to reposition himself on the bed, shying from Mine’s touch until he can crawl and sink himself to lay on the opposite side— when he’s finished, he provides an upside down view. Though partially veiled by leg and the state of his cock, it proves to be an erotic one. He’s content. Nishikiyama angles Mine’s erection forward to his lips and kisses its head from a position he hasn’t attempted before. After pulling it into his mouth, his gaze flickers down, expecting Mine try the same. ]
[ Mine's onlook shows him pliant to the intent, just as he'd gone down easily and lies on the bed underneath Nishikiyama. Any hard lines in his expression barely show and he catches the other's eyes glittering in the dim light between them. He thinks of reaching up with his now-free hand before Nishikiyama pulls himself away. Mine relents his ministrations, though he's not sure why at first.
The pocket of hot and wet that comes to surround his half-hard cock behind Nishikiyama's lips provokes him, sight unseen. Instead, Mine's eyes widen enough to show the whites above his irises, a multitude of emotions washes over his face in the span of a few seconds. He can sense a glance flitting his way with Nishikiyama's dick in his face. Somewhere after confusion and ahead of dedication, Mine tilts his chin forward and parts his lips, too. He takes Nishikiyama in his mouth with the late realization that he's already dribbling, just to be unable to discern any flavor and the tip poking his tongue. His top teeth graze the underside of his length. He opens wider. Mine's hand curls around the base of Nishikiyama's cock to stabilize it as he takes him in.
The sensation between his own legs becomes sort of illegible amid trying to mirror it– he'd never done anything of the like. Mine's eyes shut suddenly. He stifles movement as well as a reflex triggered at the roof of his mouth, also the unpleasant noise wanting to escape out with it. His nostrils flare and blow warm air in Nishikiyama's pubic hair. ]
[ Nishikiyama makes soft grunt and the tip of his cock twitches against the surface of Mine's tongue. He doesn't cum, but he's close if only because he'd had a head start; it leaves him determined to catch Mine up to speed. While Nishikiyama's toes curl in response to Mine's own work, he at the same time massages where Mine's scrotum hangs down into his taint— lifting and rolling his palms over it. As the cock in his mouth fills out, he braves bobbing his head down a couple of times, seeing how far back he can go. His throat tightens in a way that suggests it's not yet an option, but without gagging or coughing, Nishikiyama swirls his tongue around the shaft and pulls it over to the side of his face where he its head can press and fuck into the space between gum and cheek. Wet skin stretches, and Nishikiyama tastes a familiar flavor. It's not cum, but instead the mild flavor that comes before it. He's used to what Mine tastes like by now. There's a juicy slurp around Mine's dick, evident that Nishikiyama is working hard. His hands collect at the base and jerk off the bottom half of girth that his throat can't take yet. It's too long for that still.
His own hips sort of wibble in pleasure. He's trying not to think too hard about Mine's eagerness to match him, or think about how Mine must look down there. He doesn't want to ejaculate without Mine. The legs positioned around Mine are trembling and withholding desire for that reason. Mine's sighs tickle Nishikiyama's pubes and Nishikiyama flicks his tongue over the glans of the dick in his mouth as revenge for it all. It's all so good, he thinks. He's a genius for this position. ]
[ Mine's breathing in and out is deep in the few moments it takes him to regain his bearings. He even pulls his head back to remove his mouth entirely, a string of saliva still connecting his lips to the ruddy tip. He doesn't know how close Nishikiyama already is, shortsighted as he looks at the plump and moist cock. Likewise he flushes at the mere chance of Nishikiyama looking back up at him. Even so, Mine pulls the length between his lips again. They purse around the head. He slides his hand partway up the shaft, where the circle of his index and thumb act as the stopgap to how far in he can take Nishikiyama. Mine's tongue curls, nudging the tip against the back of his teeth every so often.
After fluttering open briefly, he decides to keep his eyes closed, less urgent without wrinkling at the outer edges. It's taken him a while to understand whether he enjoys it, too. Mine's cock rubs swollen against the corner of Nishikiyama's mouth and he's enticed by the lewd noises of the other man's efforts. His thighs quiver in a telltale way, tensing as Nishikiyama keeps bouncing his dick into the soft pouch of his cheek. Breath puffs around the part of Nishikiyama's length in his mouth and inadvertently it syncs up to the rhythm of Mine's unpracticed movement. His other hand splays across Nishikiyama's buttock. Fingernails dig crescents into the back of his thigh, carving deeper with insistence the closer Mine gets to his own climax. He cums without even thinking to shape his lips with a warning. ]
[ Nishikiyama's nostrils flare when Mine deposits his load into his cheek. He drinks what air he can in through them, centering Mine's tip back onto his tongue so that the cum doesn't all pool in such a sloppy spot. By this point, he's decided that he doesn't care how it tastes and sucks it back down with a couple of swallows. His ass and leg sting under Mine's fingernails. There's something deeply satisfying in making Mine ejaculate so readily. Nishikiyama feels dizzy with arousal. He pulls his mouth off of Mine's cock when he knows there's nothing but his own saliva left to drip down his chin. His hands move similarly to cling to Mine's thighs. ]
Mine—
[ Instinctively, Nishikiyama rocks his hips shallowly. He chases Mine's orgasm for one of his own. When he hits his peak, he similarly doesn't warn or think he'll have to pull out. Those are the terms they're on now, aren't they? Nishikiyama is louder than Mine is in bed. In climax, he moans through his lips and teeth, his face still tucked between Mine's legs. An attempt is made to keep Mine from choking beneath him, and Nishikiyama's hips withdraw back so that his ass presses into the spread digits of Mine's hand. For first times, he'd done a pretty good job with his mouth. Nishikiyama wants more than this. He nuzzles Mine's length while his own still requires clean up. ]
[ Mine's hips stutter as he empties his spend, even more eager for the release when tongue rolls beneath his cock to swallow it. A hum collects around the tip kept behind his teeth, even. He wallows in the ebbing waves of his own pleasure as Nishikiyama keeps him in the warmth of his mouth. Post-climax, Mine's breaths are still ragged. There's a subtle notice; some chill chases up the back of his neck when the other man pulls away to say his name.
The unthinking motion Nishikiyama adds drags his dick along the roof of Mine's mouth. It makes him gag again and want to cough on its repetition. He doesn't pull his mouth off this time. With his hand on the other's thigh, Mine's fingernails rake red trails over the skin. His palate spasms in response to Nishikiyama's orgasm, and his throat opens to swallow it, too. Mine doesn't have his head in a place to think about how Nishikiyama tastes or how long he takes. Breathing through his nose, he replaces the effort with gulps of air once Nishikiyama tilts his hips back. The length slips against Mine's bottom lip until it's all out. Mine opens his eyes to see it wane naturally, still with his fingers around the base, wet with his spit in the mix. ]
Boss— I—
[ His speech stumbles, but he swallows nothing much this time. His waist twists. They are on those terms. Mine pulls up his knee, foot planting on the mattress, to let Nishikiyama reach that much further between his legs. ]
[ Nishikiyama lifts his head when Mine's leg props up. He's still a little shaken from his release, but manages to slink back until he can sit on his knees. It's embarrassing to stay like that with his dick in his face, and he leaves Mine there on his back without a body hovering above him anymore. Nishikiyama is still catching his breath— riled from orgasm. Mine's head is closer to the front of his lap now, and he can look down at him. Nishikiyama sees his flushed face again and, not saying anything, rakes his fingers through Mine's bangs. He combs over them, uncertain of whether he wants them swept back or down in his eyes. Maybe the latter, if not because it's rarer to see. ]
Not bad.
[ Not bad means good. It's praise. Nishikiyama looks at Mine's upside-down features and leaves his hands on both sides of his face. He seems like he's considering kissing him in a beat of stillness, but lets his hands slip down beside his ears when the emotionality and nothingness last too long. ]
[ Mine lets go easily. The scarlet streaks on Nishikiyama's thighs are still made to fade, if now, in the immediate aftermath, they've puffed up a little. He readjusts and lays with his shoulders flat against the bed. An inhale spreads his ribs, but with his arms placed over his stomach the position makes Mine look more slight. The back of his head shuffles against the sheets, and partway through his eyes roll up to look at Nishikiyama sitting behind him. His hair'd begun to come loose at the edges previously, shifting however much he'd had to accommodate Nishikiyama's dick.
His bangs poke into his vision as Nishikiyama fingercombs them in front, the nails prick at his scalp gently. The thing of praise makes Mine keep his flush; he works hard for it, always, but is a man unlikely to ask for the words. He blinks. His brown eyes remain immersed in the glow of the bedside lamp without Nishikiyama obscuring it too much. Mine silently waits for the same kiss Nishikiyama thinks of placing. Without it— ]
[ He's honest. With two palms rooting themselves against the mattress, Nishikiyama leans forward to look down at Mine again. Long locks of dark hair fall over his now bare shoulder, half of it slipping from how it's usually swept back. ]
[ Mine finds himself in an awkward position to tuck the loose strand behind Nishikiyama's ear or even just reach up towards it, so he just watches the light glance off of exposed collarbones and shoulders. ]
In the bottom drawer.
[ He indicates the left side of the bed, the side he hadn't sat on but is also bordered by a nightstand. ]
[ Nishikiyama moves at that, for the drawer on the right side of the bed. It's in that time that he hooks the fallen hair back behind the shell of his ear. He lets his arms slip free of the shirt until his koifish is uncovered. The drawer rolls out, hitting the edge of the tracks with a thunk. There's a stock here of neatly organized supplies— a closed box of condoms and still plastic-wrapped lubricant. Nothing beyond that. Fairly simple, all things despite. ]
You give off the vibe you'd be kinky.
[ Nishikiyama says. He's not interested in a condom and takes the lube bottle in his hand. His nails peel at the seal, and he notices the scratches on his legs while opening the cap. He maneuvers himself to Mine's side of the bed looking down over him as he lays for a moment. ]
What if you—... hm. Lay on it horizontal, with your legs near the edge.
[ He doesn't explain much more when he rises from the bed to stand. His feet make no sound on the carpet when he moves to linger by Mine's end table. Long fingers dip into the lube bottle as if it's a jar of honey or jam. ]
[ A moment without Nishikiyama there above him passes before he sits up as well. Before the other's made his observations, Mine deposits his brand-new shirt on top of the pants that'd just come back from the cleaners, the pile sort of neat by the foot of the bed. Nishikiyama eventually calls attention back to himself. Ordinarily on this bed, it has only been about the in and out, and little beyond the mechanical necessities were performed by him.
He'd never been interested in adding anything to sex. Mine doesn't ask what Nishikiyama means by it. His gaze drifts to the side, though, curious and intrigued in some small part. He feels warm without the obvious color on his cheeks. ]
On this side–...?
[ His knees feels soft, fallout from his moment of ecstasy. The mattress molds itself to his movement all the way over. Mine leans back, not quite committed to lying down. His buttocks scoot closer to the edge there, and his right leg is propped up like before. His left one hangs over the bed at the knee, toes touching the carpet next to Nishikiyama's foot. Mine looks up, obscenely sober, as he waits for some instruction. ]
[ Mine lays perfectly and soft for him. He looks nothing like the cold, hard, businessman he'd been when he'd first offered him his money. Nishikiyama is pleased by that. Index curling, he collects enough of the jelly-like lotion on the pad of his finger before taking a step closer, between Mine's hanging leg and the other one still left propped up. He wraps one arm around the other man's knee after setting the bottle down. The lubricant on his fingertip is brought closer, and Nishikiyama pushes it down past Mine's taint, where his rear is left exposed. He runs it there across the opening before abandoning it shortly after.
Mine's attention is instead pulled elsewhere. Nishikiyama begins stroking his own cock with the same very hand that had grazed his rim. Masturbating. He fuels his arousal with the sight of Mine ready for him. Despite the explicit display, there's a palpable and undeniable intimacy between them as he does it. They're hardly entwined, but Nishikiyama feels as if they're bonded; stronger than before. ]
[ Mine's focus ultimately lies with the lube gathered on Nishikiyama's fingertip. His chest rises, expectant of the sensation at his rear, and readily overstrung when Nishikiyama puts an arm around his leg. He shudders as instinct alone would compel him to, but when the gel is wiped between his cheeks Mine's entrance puckers in the shadow of Nishikiyama's teasing.
Rather than observing the patriarch's ministrations only from the wrist up, keeping his ass spread, he finds himself looking back at Nishikiyama's stiffening cock. A little slickness trails down Mine's crack, but most of the gel applies itself in smooth motions along the length. His eyes trail up over a toned stomach and a flat but wide chest. Nishikiyama still looks like the yakuza kingpin standing in front of him, making demands that Mine intends to fulfill. He grabs his own dick, wrapped back up in softness, and pulls his hand up and down the shaft. He's determined to overcome the insensitivity that lingers post-coitus. His lips part for breath. While Mine looks into Nishikiyama's eyes for them to deepen and darken in the little light, purpose pools in his own. Some of their intimacy is no doubt made in that moment. He has a request too. ]
[ Nishikiyama considers the request, his thoughts readable in his expression. There's a conscious recognition in what's being asked of him. Why Mine would want it. Brown eyes move to parted lips. Kissing is for lovers. That's what Nishikiyama thinks. His arm unravels from Mine's leg, however, and he takes a step closer; close enough to make the sheets rustle against his thigh. One hand might still be on his length, stroking it a bit more slowly, but the other roots itself beside Mine.
He says nothing. Rather than that, he kisses Mine as requested. His eyes are shut, his lips are soft. Nishikiyama kisses Mine. ]
[ Mine waits for Nishikiyama to decide whether he'll indulge him. Despite having shared his bed here with others before, he'd never posted that request while lying in it. In love, Mine petitions for romance.
That Nishikiyama removes his arm can hardly be the sign of rejection, even in the blink of an eye or so before he leans in. Mine's abdominals flex, keeping himself pushed up into the kiss while his hand lifts from propping himself on the mattress to pressing the pads of his fingers into the muscle of Nishikiyama's shoulder. No nails this time; all is soft. His lips and teeth stay parted for Nishikiyama's tongue. Mine also keeps touching himself, but without the end in mind. His knee brushes against the other man's thigh with intention every once in a while. He hooks his heel behind Nishikiyama's calf. ]
[ Nishikiyama's weight sinks down further, where Mine gently pulls and wants him. In the space between his legs, his body slots itself up. There's an occasional brush of knuckle against the bottom of Mine's leg as he masturbates. His tongue pushes into the gap between lips and teeth. He doesn't think too hard on what it means for either of them because it's easier just to do it. To feel, rather than understand. Mine had asked, though. He'd been the one to make sex between them more intimate, and Nishikiyama will remember it. It might haunt him later, but it's all right for now.
Slick with lubricant, Nishikiyama's fingertips leave his cock erect and move for Mine's rim again. He swivels the edges a few times before sinking one digit into the opening, following the Mine's lead as he coaxes him further and further. That's what the heel behind him had meant, hadn't it? He'd wanted sex again. Nishikiyama's middle finger curls and hooks forward. He recalls the spot that'd made Mine squirm before that night after the coliseum— he figures should get familiar with it. ]
[ His propped up leg tilts to have Nishikiyama's hand grazing the more sensitive underside of his thigh. Mine soaks up faint touches like that. He can have sex without feelings, but now his choice has changed. Nishikiyama's too, he senses, when the nonverbal is reciprocated. Letting their kiss deepen, Mine is open to more.
His hole is tight but again coaxed by foreplay. Against all expectations the first time, he hadn't hurt the day after. Mine remembers the flush of discomfort and uncertainty that'd colored his face at the prospect. So, he's surprised that it returns to him right now, even though he knows more this time about what Nishikiyama'll do. He submits to the heat on his face when a finger enters him more fully, much quicker, and foregoing any fanfare to find the sensitive spot being aimed for. His heel slips down the other's leg on first contact. His hips twitch when Nishikiyama's fingertip rolls over his prostate repeatedly upon making the discovery. Mine's mouth stays unwittingly parted, forgetting to suck on Nishikiyama's bottom lip or press the tip of his own tongue up, sharing some breathy noise instead. ]
Haah—
[ His dick reacts within his own, loose strokes; the sensation is still ever so slightly bizarre. His walls mold to the digit inside his ass. Mine opens his eyes just a bit, wondering whether Nishikiyama's will be there to catch his reflection. ]
[ Nishikiyama is a reflection in the dilated pools of Mine’s eyes. He feels him crumple at his touch, a sound that elicits with a lilt. Things are easier for him now than they were. The finger with Mine wrapped around him presses on his prostate a long stretch of time after. The way Mine spasms like a butterfly caught beneath a pin is erotic. It’s probably a little overwhelming now, having come in Nishikiyama’s mouth a while ago. Just how does he intend to hold out? Nishikiyama can see him reacting in his own hand. It makes him all the hornier in turn. ]
Don’t lock up.
[ He separates a kiss just to say that, looking down. As he spreads Mine apart little by little, he’s able to slide a couple more fingers past and knead him where he’s weak even deeper. He swivels his touch. ]
Don’t let yourself come again yet either.
[ Though Mine is masturbating, Nishikiyama still provides instruction. They should edge things longer between them to make the feeling last. ]
[ His eyes are glazed over for Nishikiyama to note, and they slant at the contradictory, pleasant ache of being stretched wider at the back. Nishikiyama's idea catches him in a stutter, with his own hand nearly to a halt, fingertips pushing past his rim. Mine's propped-up leg tilts against Nishikiyama's side and the other foot keeps tiptoes on the fitted carpet.
Mine reacts; the noise rising in his throat is soft. With his self-stimulation intentionally lazy, if he slows his own hand enough, he can escape the building feeling of another orgasm. A new reply chokes under the fingers rubbing deep inside him. Here, Nishikiyama can see that he still moves. Mine's lashes flutter to his expectation, and he must notice that Mine clenches around him with uncertainty. The reaction feels risky when Nishikiyama is making demands.
His muscles flex and lift the small of his back off the bed, overtly responsive to being ordered around in bed. Mine's expression has melted to where he looks impassive, but through slits the dim light still illuminates his gaze. Does Nishikiyama like him like this? ]
I'm trying... going slow–
[ Mine utters to mitigate the quiet. Last time he'd gone all compliant there'd been a stop. He doesn't want that. ]
[ The patriarch's eyes move to Mine's hand, seeing that it's in line with what he claims. ]
M'hm.
[ It's all good of him, and Nishikiyama approves. He feels the muscles ripple and jerk against his touch, and his fingers chase. He coaxes him onto them. His aims of pleasuring himself have fallen slow, and he licks the flat of his palm in a provocative way before placing his grip around the base of his cock again. He angles the length for the opening he's stretched apart, the tip slipping against the groove of his ass. ]
Watch me put it in.
[ What angle he can see from here, that is. Without much other warning, an arm hooks under the pit of Mine's knee and hitches his hips up with it. Fingers pull Mine's entrance further apart, spreading it so that he can sink just the head of his dick inside him; everything's so well-lubricated at this point that he's swallowed. It makes Nishikiyama's nostrils puff once in an amused way. He'd expected it'd be a tighter squeeze— one where Mine's walls tense and make it hard to move deeper in. This time is different than when Mine had been so unsure of what to do. Maybe he'd remembered it, some. Anticipated? Nishikiyama doesn't know. Maybe Mine's just getting used to having sex this way.
He looks at him and traces his mouth with the fingertips that'd earlier touched his cock. The others sink into the skin of his leg while he penetrates him further. Inch by inch, he buries himself until his hips hit Mine's rear. ]
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Slipping lower past Mine's clavicle, Nishikiyama pulls the luxury shirt apart until it's tucked into the grooves of each armpit. A statuesque physique on full display. Nishikiyama tucks his nose into Mine's cleavage and licks his diaphragm, pulling his tongue up into a dip of cartilage and then kissing his way over the top of one of his pecs. Dryly, he thinks this is homo. If he knew Mine shared his humor he'd even say something about it— but it's not something he can retract now. That question, bicuriosity answered by their growing stack of experiences, is more than confirmed as fact.
Motivation climbs. Nishikiyama repositions himself on the bed, still pushing into Mine's petting but also with an idea of his own in mind. While he swivels his tongue over one of Mine's nipples, his hands dip down to free Mine from his pants. He'll decide to tend him similarly. The way his weight's beginning to tilt suggests he wants Mine to lay on his side. He pulls the other's briefs down his thighs. The designer name on the elastic waistband is something he surely can't pronounce. ]
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His lips part. Without a kiss to meet this time, it's to lend breathy expressions to Mine's bliss. He reacts to hot air escaping Nishikiyama's nostrils as his nose grazes the midline between his pecs, when Nishikiyama laps just below his sternum and follows a self-made path upward. Amidst that he feels Nishikiyama's slick seep between his fingers. Mine's ministrations tighten rhythmically near the tip as he spreads it down the shaft. When Nishikiyama rolls his tongue over his nipple, does he regard him in some feminine way? Even if his request to know what the other man is thinking is neither asked nor answered, he doesn't doubt that Nishikiyama enjoys it.
Mine has already submitted to the thought that he likes men, last time. His hips tilt, lifting himself off the seat of his pants to help Nishikiyama get him out of them. Mine follows how he suggests: the arm that'd propped them up slipping atop the sheets pushes creases along the smoothly laid duvet. His thigh muscles flex at the trace of Nishikiyama's fingers hooked into the waistband. Mine's dick bulges in the same shape he'd begun to fill out in his briefs. He draws his gaze upward, where Nishikiyama looms just above him after they've changed positions. ]
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A look like a spark lights up Nishikiyama’s eyes. His idea collects there in them, glance fleeting when he looks down further. He doesn’t want to finish in Mine’s hand. He wants something more mutual. With a small noise he protests. Precum dribbles down the shaft when he squirms to reposition himself on the bed, shying from Mine’s touch until he can crawl and sink himself to lay on the opposite side— when he’s finished, he provides an upside down view. Though partially veiled by leg and the state of his cock, it proves to be an erotic one. He’s content. Nishikiyama angles Mine’s erection forward to his lips and kisses its head from a position he hasn’t attempted before. After pulling it into his mouth, his gaze flickers down, expecting Mine try the same. ]
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The pocket of hot and wet that comes to surround his half-hard cock behind Nishikiyama's lips provokes him, sight unseen. Instead, Mine's eyes widen enough to show the whites above his irises, a multitude of emotions washes over his face in the span of a few seconds. He can sense a glance flitting his way with Nishikiyama's dick in his face. Somewhere after confusion and ahead of dedication, Mine tilts his chin forward and parts his lips, too. He takes Nishikiyama in his mouth with the late realization that he's already dribbling, just to be unable to discern any flavor and the tip poking his tongue. His top teeth graze the underside of his length. He opens wider. Mine's hand curls around the base of Nishikiyama's cock to stabilize it as he takes him in.
The sensation between his own legs becomes sort of illegible amid trying to mirror it– he'd never done anything of the like. Mine's eyes shut suddenly. He stifles movement as well as a reflex triggered at the roof of his mouth, also the unpleasant noise wanting to escape out with it. His nostrils flare and blow warm air in Nishikiyama's pubic hair. ]
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His own hips sort of wibble in pleasure. He's trying not to think too hard about Mine's eagerness to match him, or think about how Mine must look down there. He doesn't want to ejaculate without Mine. The legs positioned around Mine are trembling and withholding desire for that reason. Mine's sighs tickle Nishikiyama's pubes and Nishikiyama flicks his tongue over the glans of the dick in his mouth as revenge for it all. It's all so good, he thinks. He's a genius for this position. ]
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After fluttering open briefly, he decides to keep his eyes closed, less urgent without wrinkling at the outer edges. It's taken him a while to understand whether he enjoys it, too. Mine's cock rubs swollen against the corner of Nishikiyama's mouth and he's enticed by the lewd noises of the other man's efforts. His thighs quiver in a telltale way, tensing as Nishikiyama keeps bouncing his dick into the soft pouch of his cheek. Breath puffs around the part of Nishikiyama's length in his mouth and inadvertently it syncs up to the rhythm of Mine's unpracticed movement. His other hand splays across Nishikiyama's buttock. Fingernails dig crescents into the back of his thigh, carving deeper with insistence the closer Mine gets to his own climax. He cums without even thinking to shape his lips with a warning. ]
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Mine—
[ Instinctively, Nishikiyama rocks his hips shallowly. He chases Mine's orgasm for one of his own. When he hits his peak, he similarly doesn't warn or think he'll have to pull out. Those are the terms they're on now, aren't they? Nishikiyama is louder than Mine is in bed. In climax, he moans through his lips and teeth, his face still tucked between Mine's legs. An attempt is made to keep Mine from choking beneath him, and Nishikiyama's hips withdraw back so that his ass presses into the spread digits of Mine's hand. For first times, he'd done a pretty good job with his mouth. Nishikiyama wants more than this. He nuzzles Mine's length while his own still requires clean up. ]
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The unthinking motion Nishikiyama adds drags his dick along the roof of Mine's mouth. It makes him gag again and want to cough on its repetition. He doesn't pull his mouth off this time. With his hand on the other's thigh, Mine's fingernails rake red trails over the skin. His palate spasms in response to Nishikiyama's orgasm, and his throat opens to swallow it, too. Mine doesn't have his head in a place to think about how Nishikiyama tastes or how long he takes. Breathing through his nose, he replaces the effort with gulps of air once Nishikiyama tilts his hips back. The length slips against Mine's bottom lip until it's all out. Mine opens his eyes to see it wane naturally, still with his fingers around the base, wet with his spit in the mix. ]
Boss— I—
[ His speech stumbles, but he swallows nothing much this time. His waist twists. They are on those terms. Mine pulls up his knee, foot planting on the mattress, to let Nishikiyama reach that much further between his legs. ]
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Not bad.
[ Not bad means good. It's praise. Nishikiyama looks at Mine's upside-down features and leaves his hands on both sides of his face. He seems like he's considering kissing him in a beat of stillness, but lets his hands slip down beside his ears when the emotionality and nothingness last too long. ]
You want more?
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His bangs poke into his vision as Nishikiyama fingercombs them in front, the nails prick at his scalp gently. The thing of praise makes Mine keep his flush; he works hard for it, always, but is a man unlikely to ask for the words. He blinks. His brown eyes remain immersed in the glow of the bedside lamp without Nishikiyama obscuring it too much. Mine silently waits for the same kiss Nishikiyama thinks of placing. Without it— ]
I want more.
[ He still misses Nishikiyama intensely. ]
Like last time.
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You have to tell me where your lube is.
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In the bottom drawer.
[ He indicates the left side of the bed, the side he hadn't sat on but is also bordered by a nightstand. ]
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You give off the vibe you'd be kinky.
[ Nishikiyama says. He's not interested in a condom and takes the lube bottle in his hand. His nails peel at the seal, and he notices the scratches on his legs while opening the cap. He maneuvers himself to Mine's side of the bed looking down over him as he lays for a moment. ]
What if you—... hm. Lay on it horizontal, with your legs near the edge.
[ He doesn't explain much more when he rises from the bed to stand. His feet make no sound on the carpet when he moves to linger by Mine's end table. Long fingers dip into the lube bottle as if it's a jar of honey or jam. ]
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He'd never been interested in adding anything to sex. Mine doesn't ask what Nishikiyama means by it. His gaze drifts to the side, though, curious and intrigued in some small part. He feels warm without the obvious color on his cheeks. ]
On this side–...?
[ His knees feels soft, fallout from his moment of ecstasy. The mattress molds itself to his movement all the way over. Mine leans back, not quite committed to lying down. His buttocks scoot closer to the edge there, and his right leg is propped up like before. His left one hangs over the bed at the knee, toes touching the carpet next to Nishikiyama's foot. Mine looks up, obscenely sober, as he waits for some instruction. ]
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[ Mine lays perfectly and soft for him. He looks nothing like the cold, hard, businessman he'd been when he'd first offered him his money. Nishikiyama is pleased by that. Index curling, he collects enough of the jelly-like lotion on the pad of his finger before taking a step closer, between Mine's hanging leg and the other one still left propped up. He wraps one arm around the other man's knee after setting the bottle down. The lubricant on his fingertip is brought closer, and Nishikiyama pushes it down past Mine's taint, where his rear is left exposed. He runs it there across the opening before abandoning it shortly after.
Mine's attention is instead pulled elsewhere. Nishikiyama begins stroking his own cock with the same very hand that had grazed his rim. Masturbating. He fuels his arousal with the sight of Mine ready for him. Despite the explicit display, there's a palpable and undeniable intimacy between them as he does it. They're hardly entwined, but Nishikiyama feels as if they're bonded; stronger than before. ]
You touch yourself too.
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Rather than observing the patriarch's ministrations only from the wrist up, keeping his ass spread, he finds himself looking back at Nishikiyama's stiffening cock. A little slickness trails down Mine's crack, but most of the gel applies itself in smooth motions along the length. His eyes trail up over a toned stomach and a flat but wide chest. Nishikiyama still looks like the yakuza kingpin standing in front of him, making demands that Mine intends to fulfill. He grabs his own dick, wrapped back up in softness, and pulls his hand up and down the shaft. He's determined to overcome the insensitivity that lingers post-coitus. His lips part for breath. While Mine looks into Nishikiyama's eyes for them to deepen and darken in the little light, purpose pools in his own. Some of their intimacy is no doubt made in that moment. He has a request too. ]
Kiss me again, please.
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He says nothing. Rather than that, he kisses Mine as requested. His eyes are shut, his lips are soft. Nishikiyama kisses Mine. ]
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That Nishikiyama removes his arm can hardly be the sign of rejection, even in the blink of an eye or so before he leans in. Mine's abdominals flex, keeping himself pushed up into the kiss while his hand lifts from propping himself on the mattress to pressing the pads of his fingers into the muscle of Nishikiyama's shoulder. No nails this time; all is soft. His lips and teeth stay parted for Nishikiyama's tongue. Mine also keeps touching himself, but without the end in mind. His knee brushes against the other man's thigh with intention every once in a while. He hooks his heel behind Nishikiyama's calf. ]
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Slick with lubricant, Nishikiyama's fingertips leave his cock erect and move for Mine's rim again. He swivels the edges a few times before sinking one digit into the opening, following the Mine's lead as he coaxes him further and further. That's what the heel behind him had meant, hadn't it? He'd wanted sex again. Nishikiyama's middle finger curls and hooks forward. He recalls the spot that'd made Mine squirm before that night after the coliseum— he figures should get familiar with it. ]
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His hole is tight but again coaxed by foreplay. Against all expectations the first time, he hadn't hurt the day after. Mine remembers the flush of discomfort and uncertainty that'd colored his face at the prospect. So, he's surprised that it returns to him right now, even though he knows more this time about what Nishikiyama'll do. He submits to the heat on his face when a finger enters him more fully, much quicker, and foregoing any fanfare to find the sensitive spot being aimed for. His heel slips down the other's leg on first contact. His hips twitch when Nishikiyama's fingertip rolls over his prostate repeatedly upon making the discovery. Mine's mouth stays unwittingly parted, forgetting to suck on Nishikiyama's bottom lip or press the tip of his own tongue up, sharing some breathy noise instead. ]
Haah—
[ His dick reacts within his own, loose strokes; the sensation is still ever so slightly bizarre. His walls mold to the digit inside his ass. Mine opens his eyes just a bit, wondering whether Nishikiyama's will be there to catch his reflection. ]
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Don’t lock up.
[ He separates a kiss just to say that, looking down. As he spreads Mine apart little by little, he’s able to slide a couple more fingers past and knead him where he’s weak even deeper. He swivels his touch. ]
Don’t let yourself come again yet either.
[ Though Mine is masturbating, Nishikiyama still provides instruction. They should edge things longer between them to make the feeling last. ]
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Mine reacts; the noise rising in his throat is soft. With his self-stimulation intentionally lazy, if he slows his own hand enough, he can escape the building feeling of another orgasm. A new reply chokes under the fingers rubbing deep inside him. Here, Nishikiyama can see that he still moves. Mine's lashes flutter to his expectation, and he must notice that Mine clenches around him with uncertainty. The reaction feels risky when Nishikiyama is making demands.
His muscles flex and lift the small of his back off the bed, overtly responsive to being ordered around in bed. Mine's expression has melted to where he looks impassive, but through slits the dim light still illuminates his gaze. Does Nishikiyama like him like this? ]
I'm trying... going slow–
[ Mine utters to mitigate the quiet. Last time he'd gone all compliant there'd been a stop. He doesn't want that. ]
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M'hm.
[ It's all good of him, and Nishikiyama approves. He feels the muscles ripple and jerk against his touch, and his fingers chase. He coaxes him onto them. His aims of pleasuring himself have fallen slow, and he licks the flat of his palm in a provocative way before placing his grip around the base of his cock again. He angles the length for the opening he's stretched apart, the tip slipping against the groove of his ass. ]
Watch me put it in.
[ What angle he can see from here, that is. Without much other warning, an arm hooks under the pit of Mine's knee and hitches his hips up with it. Fingers pull Mine's entrance further apart, spreading it so that he can sink just the head of his dick inside him; everything's so well-lubricated at this point that he's swallowed. It makes Nishikiyama's nostrils puff once in an amused way. He'd expected it'd be a tighter squeeze— one where Mine's walls tense and make it hard to move deeper in. This time is different than when Mine had been so unsure of what to do. Maybe he'd remembered it, some. Anticipated? Nishikiyama doesn't know. Maybe Mine's just getting used to having sex this way.
He looks at him and traces his mouth with the fingertips that'd earlier touched his cock. The others sink into the skin of his leg while he penetrates him further. Inch by inch, he buries himself until his hips hit Mine's rear. ]
Faster now.
[ His hand. ]
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