[ 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 itβ 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 taintβ 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. ]
Mineβ
[ 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. ]
Bossβ Iβ
[ 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 breathβ 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 itβ ]
[ 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 suppliesβ 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 youβ... 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 sideβ...?
[ 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 coliseumβ 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. ]
Haahβ
[ 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 Mineβs 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. Itβs probably a little overwhelming now, having come in Nishikiyamaβs 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. ]
Donβt lock up.
[ He separates a kiss just to say that, looking down. As he spreads Mine apart little by little, heβs able to slide a couple more fingers past and knead him where heβs weak even deeper. He swivels his touch. ]
Donβt 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 slowβ
[ 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 squeezeβ 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. ]
[ Like this, he could last. The heave of Mineβs chest matches the curl of Nishikiyama's fingers. His choice of position doesn't make him loom like last time, and Mine begins to feel light, with barely a shadow on top of him as he views the ceiling. Although he'd worked up warmth at his fingertips, the swollen heat of Nishikiyama's cock slides along the curve of Mine's ass a different sensation. He's doused in anticipation. From lying flat, his back curls near his shoulders, eyes where Nishikiyama wants them. Mine's free hand slides on the sheets to try for balance, some small gasp, unsteady when Nishikiyama lifts him up at the waist. He observes his own body, sinew over his hip overstretched at the leg angled down, and on the other side Nishikiyama keeps his knee and thigh over his arm bent at a sharp angle. His entrance quivers as Nishikiyama sinks in partway.
He sees about half of Nishikiyama's length between his legs, the shaft shiny from being worked up and thin veins straining. Even though he does only as he's told, and he'd just had it in his face, Mine feels bashful looking on as Nishikiyama leans forward. ]
A-ah...
[ His mouth pops open, but surprise should have little to do with it. Itβs erotic to see him disappear at the same time as Nishikiyama fills out over his one spot. Hard pulse pinned between his chin and throat, Mine finds himself watching until Nishikiyama is buried to the hilt. As the patriarch thumbs at his bottom lip, Mine's fingers dent the muscle of the arm holding him up. ]
Feels goodβ
[ Nishikiyama does, and Mine does because of him. Though, he can see how his hand shakes dragging it over the tip, inside tightens to Nishikiyama's dick. It's him squeezing down; a moan stutters over Nishikiyama's thumbnail as consciousness of it washes over Mine. Expectation pools in his eyes, he looks at the other man for his own reaction. ]
[ Nishikiyama's hips slot forward with a shove, digging into Mine upon his remark. There isn't as much resistance this time around, and it's easier to build a rhythm than it'd been the first time. Mine makes a subtle but dirty sound against his thumb. Nishikiyama's teeth flash back at him in a smug way. ]
Good?
[ It seems so.
He finds the positioning is slowing him down and folds Mine's leg over to the side; sculpted thighs and hips are rolled while Mine's torso stays flat. A bare back jostles on the bedsheets. A flattering view is finds him. As Nishikiyama adjusts Mine, he sees his obliques twist and a peek of his kirin tattoo come into view on the mound of his rear. Nishikiyama grabs a handful of ass before he tries again to build a pace. The efforts now make the one from before pale in comparison. Little by little and as Mine's body allows, his thrusts start to make obscene plapping sounds that eventually melt together. They become part of the setting the same way that the dim lighting is. With a grunt, Nishikiyama pulls himself up straight. Masculine digits comb through his loose hair, and he holds it in place there at the roots of his hairline while he fucks Mine. Dark eyebrows are furrowed with focus and his breathing is even through his nose. He stays collected. ]
[ The skin pulls taut over his glute, and every other muscle involved in Mine's new position wants to showcase itself too. Nishikiyama kneads his buttock in alignment with the building pace. Mine's body stretches in all the right places as Nishikiyama enters him deep. He finds that he doesn't have to think or fake noise. His breaths end up pronounced and voiced just behind the peak of each thrust. ]
Hnh... ahβ Mm-hm...
[ Little fat pinches between the bony pronunciation of Nishikiyama's pelvis and Mine's backside, but along the repetitive sound that feeling also pleasantly numbs. Mine's dick swings with each push, stiff against gravity.
He feels less shy, looking up at Nishikiyama now. His hair pushed back loosely flatters him, Mine thinks, and like Nishikiyama'd shared last time, if he hadn't become yakuza, he could have made good use of his looks elsewhere. Mine's found paranoia behind his pupils a handful of times; now his moans in rhythm seem to mitigate it. He pulls on the elbow kept in his grip, flat nails dig into Nishikiyama's skin. It's easier to move in this position, and tempted, Mine rocks his hips back. ]
[ The view can't get much better than this. With hardly anything to hide, Nishikiyama's eyes pass over the bends of Mine's bodyβ over how his hips begin to push back, how his abs fold in, and how his forearm flexes when he clings to Nishikiyama's grip on him. He pulls the mound in his hand apart and drives into Mine from the side. It's good, he thinks. Other than this, there's a welcome lack of thinking anything else. He doubts Mine is thinking of much, either. As Mine takes thrust after thrust again, seeming more used to it than Nishikiyama might have expected, he grows rougher. Faster. A certain level of control is exerted and, even as the buzz, the cusp of an orgasm returns, Nishikiyama paces himself. He just wants it to last. ]
βDon't come yet, Mine.
[ The warning rises from his throat again, after another strain of fucking. Long fingers splaying, he pulls Mine down onto the hilt of his dick so that he can hit him good and deep. Each thrust makes the walls around him to flutter and twitch like he's going toβ come, that is. It's wetter inside now, all of which is Nishikiyama's fault. Like an animal simply there to take what's there, he goes and goes at it. Explicit but thought out.
When he's close, Nishikiyama slows; he edges release, and he interrupts it. His lower lip falls under the bite of his teeth and he moans out a honey-like sound. His cock throbs painfully inside of Mine. A swallow. It's clear most of him had wanted to come then and there but he'd stopped it. Shapes dance under his eyelids. There's some sickness to that, he recognizes. Sex now could've been far easier for both of them, but Nishikiyama wants to drag things out and test Mine's obedience. Will he listen and hold out? Dazed by how he'd almost climaxed, he watches how Mine's cock bobs helplessly and feels more aroused when seeing it get so swollen. Wanting more of him, his frame starts to wilt forward and cast a shadow over the beautiful arrangement of man beneath him. He thrusts only when his lust has waned back to a safe volume, not at all as concerned with how fair it is for Mine. He'd given him instructions, right? Not to come. He wonders if Mine can oblige. ]
[ Muscles tense at Nishikiyama's fingertips, as pliant has turned into concerted, promising that Mine keeps pumping his hips back. Sweat collects at the small of his back. Looking up, Mine expects the image in front of his eyes to blur and collapse their movements into a daze. Nishikiyama is right; most of his thinking has dissolved, too. His asshole tightens around the length sliding in and out a matching pace. He can do this, as long as Nishikiyama goes slowly. But when he drives into him faster, Mine's core folds. His entrance trembles, gaping open for his cock. He makes noise, when he expects Nishikiyama at his climaxβ
As it hitches, Mine aches where his walls sit against the swollen tip, ebbing away from Nishikiyama's point of no return. That's how he means to make it last, this time? His hand has all but stopped at the base from stroking himself, and his thighs quiver. Mine's mouth feels dry, throat tight when Nishikiyama talks to him. In another moment, the dark bedroom flashes white before his eyes. Full again to where Nishikiyama rams into and spreads him open. He's so deep in, that Mine can't subtract from it the sting of Nishikiyama's hips slamming against him. He spasms beneath the patriarch's aim, and at the mouth of pain and pleasure, gritting teeth, a moan scrapes against his palate. Slick at his entrance, skin on skin makes a lewd sound that swells in Mine's head. He finds himself staring down something visceral in Nishikiyama's dark browns; it doesn't match his self-control. The echo of the warning is in the sound he makes. Then, they're slow again.
Mine lays back, shaded by Nishikiyama's frame, exposing where his pulse bounds on his neck and the well-defined bump of his Adam's apple. Nishikiyama's cock throbs against that weak spot, dulling an accusatory look before it can ever focus. Mine's nails carve crescent marks into his arm. He slides his other hand up his own body, his chest, where his nipple comes to sit in a corner between thumb and index. ]
Touch me up hereβ
[ He lets his fingers splay across his pec. With the words squeezing past his vocal cords, Mine shudders at how desperate he sounds to his own ears. Though, it's how he feels beneath an impassive mask. ]
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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 itβ 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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Mineβ
[ 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. ]
Bossβ Iβ
[ 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 itβ ]
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 youβ... 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 sideβ...?
[ 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 coliseumβ 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. ]
Haahβ
[ 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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Donβt lock up.
[ He separates a kiss just to say that, looking down. As he spreads Mine apart little by little, heβs able to slide a couple more fingers past and knead him where heβs weak even deeper. He swivels his touch. ]
Donβt 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 slowβ
[ 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 squeezeβ 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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He sees about half of Nishikiyama's length between his legs, the shaft shiny from being worked up and thin veins straining. Even though he does only as he's told, and he'd just had it in his face, Mine feels bashful looking on as Nishikiyama leans forward. ]
A-ah...
[ His mouth pops open, but surprise should have little to do with it. Itβs erotic to see him disappear at the same time as Nishikiyama fills out over his one spot. Hard pulse pinned between his chin and throat, Mine finds himself watching until Nishikiyama is buried to the hilt. As the patriarch thumbs at his bottom lip, Mine's fingers dent the muscle of the arm holding him up. ]
Feels goodβ
[ Nishikiyama does, and Mine does because of him. Though, he can see how his hand shakes dragging it over the tip, inside tightens to Nishikiyama's dick. It's him squeezing down; a moan stutters over Nishikiyama's thumbnail as consciousness of it washes over Mine. Expectation pools in his eyes, he looks at the other man for his own reaction. ]
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Good?
[ It seems so.
He finds the positioning is slowing him down and folds Mine's leg over to the side; sculpted thighs and hips are rolled while Mine's torso stays flat. A bare back jostles on the bedsheets. A flattering view is finds him. As Nishikiyama adjusts Mine, he sees his obliques twist and a peek of his kirin tattoo come into view on the mound of his rear. Nishikiyama grabs a handful of ass before he tries again to build a pace. The efforts now make the one from before pale in comparison. Little by little and as Mine's body allows, his thrusts start to make obscene plapping sounds that eventually melt together. They become part of the setting the same way that the dim lighting is. With a grunt, Nishikiyama pulls himself up straight. Masculine digits comb through his loose hair, and he holds it in place there at the roots of his hairline while he fucks Mine. Dark eyebrows are furrowed with focus and his breathing is even through his nose. He stays collected. ]
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Hnh... ahβ Mm-hm...
[ Little fat pinches between the bony pronunciation of Nishikiyama's pelvis and Mine's backside, but along the repetitive sound that feeling also pleasantly numbs. Mine's dick swings with each push, stiff against gravity.
He feels less shy, looking up at Nishikiyama now. His hair pushed back loosely flatters him, Mine thinks, and like Nishikiyama'd shared last time, if he hadn't become yakuza, he could have made good use of his looks elsewhere. Mine's found paranoia behind his pupils a handful of times; now his moans in rhythm seem to mitigate it. He pulls on the elbow kept in his grip, flat nails dig into Nishikiyama's skin. It's easier to move in this position, and tempted, Mine rocks his hips back. ]
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βDon't come yet, Mine.
[ The warning rises from his throat again, after another strain of fucking. Long fingers splaying, he pulls Mine down onto the hilt of his dick so that he can hit him good and deep. Each thrust makes the walls around him to flutter and twitch like he's going toβ come, that is. It's wetter inside now, all of which is Nishikiyama's fault. Like an animal simply there to take what's there, he goes and goes at it. Explicit but thought out.
When he's close, Nishikiyama slows; he edges release, and he interrupts it. His lower lip falls under the bite of his teeth and he moans out a honey-like sound. His cock throbs painfully inside of Mine. A swallow. It's clear most of him had wanted to come then and there but he'd stopped it. Shapes dance under his eyelids. There's some sickness to that, he recognizes. Sex now could've been far easier for both of them, but Nishikiyama wants to drag things out and test Mine's obedience. Will he listen and hold out? Dazed by how he'd almost climaxed, he watches how Mine's cock bobs helplessly and feels more aroused when seeing it get so swollen. Wanting more of him, his frame starts to wilt forward and cast a shadow over the beautiful arrangement of man beneath him. He thrusts only when his lust has waned back to a safe volume, not at all as concerned with how fair it is for Mine. He'd given him instructions, right? Not to come. He wonders if Mine can oblige. ]
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As it hitches, Mine aches where his walls sit against the swollen tip, ebbing away from Nishikiyama's point of no return. That's how he means to make it last, this time? His hand has all but stopped at the base from stroking himself, and his thighs quiver. Mine's mouth feels dry, throat tight when Nishikiyama talks to him. In another moment, the dark bedroom flashes white before his eyes. Full again to where Nishikiyama rams into and spreads him open. He's so deep in, that Mine can't subtract from it the sting of Nishikiyama's hips slamming against him. He spasms beneath the patriarch's aim, and at the mouth of pain and pleasure, gritting teeth, a moan scrapes against his palate. Slick at his entrance, skin on skin makes a lewd sound that swells in Mine's head. He finds himself staring down something visceral in Nishikiyama's dark browns; it doesn't match his self-control. The echo of the warning is in the sound he makes. Then, they're slow again.
Mine lays back, shaded by Nishikiyama's frame, exposing where his pulse bounds on his neck and the well-defined bump of his Adam's apple. Nishikiyama's cock throbs against that weak spot, dulling an accusatory look before it can ever focus. Mine's nails carve crescent marks into his arm. He slides his other hand up his own body, his chest, where his nipple comes to sit in a corner between thumb and index. ]
Touch me up hereβ
[ He lets his fingers splay across his pec. With the words squeezing past his vocal cords, Mine shudders at how desperate he sounds to his own ears. Though, it's how he feels beneath an impassive mask. ]
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