[ 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. ]
[ Like this, he could last. The heave of Mine’s 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. It’s 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 good–
[ 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... ah– 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 body— 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. ]
—Don'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 to— 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 climax–
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 here–
[ 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. ]
[ He follows the length of Mine's arm with his eyes— shoulder, to elbow, to wrist. Up here is there. The expression on Nishikiyama's face as he considers what's asked of him is readable. His thrusts grow slower. As it stands, there's always the option of doing nothing. Eyes say that he's aware of it when he looks at Mine's chest.
Despite the power dynamic, Nishikiyama yields. The rough motions of before are more like a rocking boat on the waves when turns his head, tucking his face into the side of Mine's chest that's further away so he can kiss it. His other hand drops the feet of the kirin he'd been holding, following the slope of hip and rib until he cups the side of Mine's pec. Fingers spread for purchase somewhere under Mine's armpit, pulling the thick muscle in. Nishikiyama takes his time— scattering kisses from one end to the other. He thumbs at each stiffened nipple when his mouth is otherwise not present to lick or suckle. Pulling the closer one lightly between his teeth, he sinks a forearm between Mine's thighs to touch and fondle his cock. His gaze admires it with interest; how big and dark it's become. His thumb pulls at the glans, over the thin slit at the center. No words, just pleased sounds. Hot air muffles the thick tit in his mouth. ]
[ Nishikiyama's gaze spells out his own awareness. And that is enough, Mine thinks, when the point must be only that he understands. Wanting but showing up demure, there's nothing there to threaten the patriarch's place on top. Mine is happy, that this means he'll give in.
He'd wondered if it's enough for Nishikiyama. Tactful and reliable, pliable to do anything yakuza, of course Mine is all that. His chest lifts gently when Nishikiyama has slowed down again. Warm breath puffs within the kiss and Mine feels it lay itself on top of the thin sheen of sweat that's spread across his whole body by now. He begins to push his hips back again, not much his own cadence and just looking to match Nishikiyama's movement. The swipe of his fingertips reaches a delicate place. Smooth here, Mine evidently takes care of his armpit hair by more than just shaving a few times a week. The effort matches the bare skin of his chest. Being kneaded and kissed, his nipples stand sore for attention. Mine hisses when Nishikiyama teethes at one, and keens from his throat when he reaches further down. ]
Not there—
[ Earnest protest. The tip glistens, ruddy and puffy. Nishikiyama will know how close Mine is by touch alone, and deep lines pinch the bridge of his nose. His tit swells against Nishikiyama's lips as Mine sucks in breath. He's eager to come, anxious to hold out. ]
[ Nishikiyama's eyelashes flutter, dark brown eyes looking up through them when Mine struggles under his fingers. Again— consideration can be seen as it passes. Nishikiyama weighs whether he wants to obey or not, his stroking hand slow over sensitive skin. He decides that he won't. Instead, Nishikiyama thrusts hard enough to make Mine's body jerk against him, light teeth marks left when he's rougher around the nipple in his mouth. Slippery and saliva-coated when letting go, he feels it graze his cheek before he moves up higher. He's ready to have his fill too. Still: ]
Hold out.
[ It's an unfair expectation. Nishikiyama feels Mine's arousal ready to bloom beneath his hand, thrumming through the veins that show more prominently than they had. He ignores that and still yet drives back up to speed. The more he bucks, the less resistance he finds he's met with. Mine's ass around him has learned his shape, wrapped warmly around him and wringing out all that's there. The bedroom they're in is filled with the sound of sex. No noise from the TV, no song from a speaker. The Aoyama mansion suite is so high up that they don't hear cars on the street. Nishikiyama throws his hair from his face with a toss of his neck. He dips to silence his partner's protest with his kisses, and Mine is fucked without relenting. A short while after, Nishikiyama sucks down Mine's breath. The body over him locks and spills his seed somewhere inside. At the same time, he clamps his grip down over Mine's cock so he can't follow him. ]
[ Lightly, he pushes on Nishikiyama's shoulder. In contrast, his fingernails at the elbow dig in hard. Mine utters some sound, both at the sharp edge of teeth on his breast, and the clash of Nishikiyama's hips against his. What he does is almost enough for pain, but Mine's desire does not abate. So be it; that seems to be his answer. Even so, his thighs shake and inside he squeezes around Nishikiyama's length.
As the sounds they make together hang above, he expects Nishikiyama will stop again and leave him teetering on an edge. Maybe the remnant rhythm will push him over then; all the discipline Mine has hold of may not be enough. Finally, his eyes shut into the kiss, capitulating his intentions. Nishikiyama's cock fills out, swelling with each thrust, for Mine to realize that he won't hold back himself. Nishikiyama comes without the previous fanfare about it, and Mine next— ]
Kh...!
[ Mine's eyes pop open when Nishikiyama stops and leaves his hand around him in a vise. His walls flutter, he sucks breath back into the kiss on his end. Mine's nails claw at Nishikiyama's arm, indignant. His hips jerk, wanting movement back. ]
[ Nishikiyama holds Mine in place, even as nails raze his arm. With Mine’s ass pressed flush against him, he keeps him close— a vessel for his release, an answer to a carnal call. He isn’t quite out of breath though he’s in some disarray. His pupils wander, not quite fixing on one spot and yet knowing that Mine wants what he has. As pleasure floods through him, globby mess of cum caught in the barrow gaps of space, Nishikiyama smirks because he knows he’s done something mean. He watches Mine in sadistic silence, breath after breath falling from his lips. He feels Mine’s length twitching with demand, and as the marks on his arm turn redder, he yields out of mercy alone. The thumb on the glans, once covering the top, slides over to the side. Heavy handed strokes milk ejaculation up through the spout, leaving only enough time for Mine to remember that Nishikiyama’s the one calling the shots. His gaze drops to watch. At the same time, he claps a hand over Mine’s ass cheek again, lazily pulling it apart and then dropping it. The kirin’s leg distorts and then straightens. The room melts and Nishikiyama remembers gravity. ]
[ Even kissing, without Nishikiyama's hands caging in head and shoulders, Mine feels visible and exposed. The patriarch's gaze doesn't cover him whole and his legs stick out from the shadow of his body. It feels intentional, when Nishikiyama regards him like this for another moment and Mine sees another threat take a seat in his dark eyes. If he was trying to get away, though, Mine wouldn't pull on his arm harder. His walls spasm around the waning length when Nishikiyama moves his hand again. This time, it's predictable. He's full with Nishikiyama's spend and plugged up. Quickly, Mine also comes, ropes of white stick to his taut stomach. His sensitive spot scrapes against Nishikiyama's cock. The feeling is all new, and Mine flushes. He shudders with some noise when Nishikiyama slaps his rear, where the skin quickly turns red and warm at his fingertips. Mine writhes some in his grip, between the sting of it and riding out his own orgasm. His eyelids flutter, when gravity takes over Nishikiyama again, Mine tries to maneuver him by his shoulder. Nishikiyama's unremitting closeness is a comfort in the end. The creases between Mine's brows have buffed out; he didn't hate waiting. Mine's hand slips from his elbow, having left his marks there. ]
[ As Nishikiyama softens, he lets himself slide out of Mine's opening. He lays in a gap between Mine's arm and body, where his legs aren't in the way and pseudo-spooning him. Whatever this position, half turned and half flat, can be referred to. Nishikiyama is tired. Finished with the dick in his hand, he lets go of it. His touch sweeps over the side of Mine's body, settling somewhere on his naked upper hip. The bed smells like them. ]
[ Some small noise as Nishikiyama slides out; every inch of his body is sensitive in those moments after. Mine comes back to clarity post-climax, still posed like the other'd wanted him to be. Less worried about leaving a wet-spot on his own sheets, he turns his head far enough to catch Nishikiyama in his view. Mine watches his chest rise and fall evenly. His hand crosses over his arm, tentative. He just about reaches around, with Nishikiyama lying on his side. It's good, Mine finds at that moment, how close they are. His answer is quite sober. ]
[ Nishikiyama wonders what Mine's referring to specifically. Only a small moment has passed and there's a hand reaching to keep touching him— it can't be a covert way of telling Nishikiyama he's decided he doesn't want him to stay the night. With that option out of the way, it has to be about the sex itself. Hm. ]
Which part?
[ He doesn't know, and he doesn't want to guess. His eyes move, meeting Mine's as his head turns back to face him more properly. He ponders whether or not they should smoke. ]
[ There’d been the thought of Nishikiyama delaying his search for Hiyoshi when he came up to his apartment, if fleeting. Mine finds several moments in which to abandon his view of Nishikiyama as the yakuza family patriarch. Something else, though— ]
You were rough. I liked that.
[ Mine’s heart thumps in his throat, one beat he swallows around. The marks left on Nishikiyama’s arm are supposed to be evidence of it. Meeting him, Nishikiyama’s gaze isn’t especially readable and Mine waits. ]
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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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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. It’s 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 good–
[ 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... ah– 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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—Don'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 to— 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 here–
[ 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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Despite the power dynamic, Nishikiyama yields. The rough motions of before are more like a rocking boat on the waves when turns his head, tucking his face into the side of Mine's chest that's further away so he can kiss it. His other hand drops the feet of the kirin he'd been holding, following the slope of hip and rib until he cups the side of Mine's pec. Fingers spread for purchase somewhere under Mine's armpit, pulling the thick muscle in. Nishikiyama takes his time— scattering kisses from one end to the other. He thumbs at each stiffened nipple when his mouth is otherwise not present to lick or suckle. Pulling the closer one lightly between his teeth, he sinks a forearm between Mine's thighs to touch and fondle his cock. His gaze admires it with interest; how big and dark it's become. His thumb pulls at the glans, over the thin slit at the center. No words, just pleased sounds. Hot air muffles the thick tit in his mouth. ]
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He'd wondered if it's enough for Nishikiyama. Tactful and reliable, pliable to do anything yakuza, of course Mine is all that. His chest lifts gently when Nishikiyama has slowed down again. Warm breath puffs within the kiss and Mine feels it lay itself on top of the thin sheen of sweat that's spread across his whole body by now. He begins to push his hips back again, not much his own cadence and just looking to match Nishikiyama's movement. The swipe of his fingertips reaches a delicate place. Smooth here, Mine evidently takes care of his armpit hair by more than just shaving a few times a week. The effort matches the bare skin of his chest. Being kneaded and kissed, his nipples stand sore for attention. Mine hisses when Nishikiyama teethes at one, and keens from his throat when he reaches further down. ]
Not there—
[ Earnest protest. The tip glistens, ruddy and puffy. Nishikiyama will know how close Mine is by touch alone, and deep lines pinch the bridge of his nose. His tit swells against Nishikiyama's lips as Mine sucks in breath. He's eager to come, anxious to hold out. ]
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Hold out.
[ It's an unfair expectation. Nishikiyama feels Mine's arousal ready to bloom beneath his hand, thrumming through the veins that show more prominently than they had. He ignores that and still yet drives back up to speed. The more he bucks, the less resistance he finds he's met with. Mine's ass around him has learned his shape, wrapped warmly around him and wringing out all that's there. The bedroom they're in is filled with the sound of sex. No noise from the TV, no song from a speaker. The Aoyama mansion suite is so high up that they don't hear cars on the street. Nishikiyama throws his hair from his face with a toss of his neck. He dips to silence his partner's protest with his kisses, and Mine is fucked without relenting. A short while after, Nishikiyama sucks down Mine's breath. The body over him locks and spills his seed somewhere inside. At the same time, he clamps his grip down over Mine's cock so he can't follow him. ]
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As the sounds they make together hang above, he expects Nishikiyama will stop again and leave him teetering on an edge. Maybe the remnant rhythm will push him over then; all the discipline Mine has hold of may not be enough. Finally, his eyes shut into the kiss, capitulating his intentions. Nishikiyama's cock fills out, swelling with each thrust, for Mine to realize that he won't hold back himself. Nishikiyama comes without the previous fanfare about it, and Mine next— ]
Kh...!
[ Mine's eyes pop open when Nishikiyama stops and leaves his hand around him in a vise. His walls flutter, he sucks breath back into the kiss on his end. Mine's nails claw at Nishikiyama's arm, indignant. His hips jerk, wanting movement back. ]
Hah—
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I didn't expect this tonight.
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Which part?
[ He doesn't know, and he doesn't want to guess. His eyes move, meeting Mine's as his head turns back to face him more properly. He ponders whether or not they should smoke. ]
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You were rough. I liked that.
[ Mine’s heart thumps in his throat, one beat he swallows around. The marks left on Nishikiyama’s arm are supposed to be evidence of it. Meeting him, Nishikiyama’s gaze isn’t especially readable and Mine waits. ]
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