[ 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 himโ 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. ]
[ Thereโd 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, thoughโ ]
You were rough. I liked that.
[ Mineโs heart thumps in his throat, one beat he swallows around. The marks left on Nishikiyamaโs arm are supposed to be evidence of it. Meeting him, Nishikiyamaโs gaze isnโt especially readable and Mine waits. ]
[ Nishikiyama reflects on the truth of that. He thinks of how it'd been, and how Mine had been, too. There's thoughtfulness in the beat between their statements. ]
I liked when you used your mouth.
[ Apparently, it's now time for feedback. It's only fair he say something back, since he himself is being encouraged to do more of something. Roughness in the sack isn't difficult for Nishikiyama, thoughโ it never has been. An instinct to assert dominance, verbally or physically, comes quite naturally. He's definitely the more proactive between the two of them...
Some wrinkles furrow between his eyebrows. He seems to be thinking about this but doesn't say anything else regarding it out loud. ]
[ Mine's eyes dart away from Nishikiyama's face. Unsure of the answer he'd expected, it wasn't to recall sixty-nining in his own bed. It's impossible that it show in the low light, but Mine feels heat spread across his neck and chest. Nishikiyama liked it, and the idea makes some sensation swell beneath the flush. Though, Mine doesn't know what to do with the knowledgeโjust like what he did do to make Nishikiyama feel goodโother than keep it.
Nishikiyama'd told him the very first time what he likes. His gaze returns. ]
You said it's more exciting.
[ A blunt reflection. When Mine does something that he admits is new to him. Talking like this after sex is, too. Focus returns versus when his eyes'd been glazed over in ecstasy. He tries to trace his own answer in the furrows of Nishikiyama's brow. Mine's hand squeezes a little. ]
[ Nishikiyama says it in a way that suggests he simply wants Mine to agree with him. He shifts on his side of the mattress, adjusting himself to tangle up more in Mineโs limbs from behind. An arm outstretches across him, fingers slipped through the spaces of Mineโs just before he squeezes. Heโs normally a creature to keep himself guarded and on edge, but heโs comfortable and splayed now more like a large, tamed pet. Cigaretteless yet, he decides heโs fine enough to wait. It will be a while longer before he finds himself restless again post bliss after orgasm. ]
[ Mine feels that he moves around behind, beside him, shuffling closer into shared space, Nishikiyama's legs brush against his feet. Their fingers interlaced, Mine locks the patriarch's in behind his knuckles. Even less than what they did to begin with, Mine'd not expected himself to lean into the kind of intimacy that is now, with most of a clear head. He withdraws, rather, but with Nishikiyama dislikes doing so. Mine hears praise when he affirms his own half-question, with a kind of sobriety that he'd thought was his alone. Nishikiyama between his teeth had felt so delicate. ]
You're the first time I did that.
[ He'd known, probably. But does he enjoy the prospect of this confession? Mine keeps watching Nishikiyama for the reaction. ]
[ It's something that Nishikiyama had known so, when mentioned, it isn't quite met with the reverence or surprise that may have happened had they shared fewer details sooner. If Nishikiyama is the first man Mine's found his way to bed with, it'd only make sense that this is his first time putting his mouth on another man's cock. The praise Mine wants surfaces for another thought instead. ]
It felt good.
[ And this is the most important part anyway. Nishikiyama's eyes move somewhere else, embarrassment finding its way beneath the skin on his cheeks. His fingers stay loosely curled between Mine's knuckles. ]
We had more going on at once so it was more fun too.
[ A rabbit runs faster to a carrot than an empty hand after all. ]
[ A hum to reply lacks commitment, maybe he'd expected more. Maybe he was wrong to; Nishikiyama is right, much of his trial was about what might have felt good on himself. Right there, Mine could find dissonance in Nishikiyama liking the mere prospect of him permitting himself to suck him off versus it actually feeling good. That the patriarch feels flustered the same makes it easier for Mine to react. Or not react, not do much of anything to move away. ]
Reallyโ?
[ He doesn't mean to sound incredulous. Mine's fingers tighten up on the space between them, where Nishikiyama keeps his. Stiff, reluctant to let go even if the other man were to do so. ]
It felt good because there was more going on?
[ Mine ponders his own admission earlier. He'd observed himself a lot more agile than usual, too. His tone still sits with that sober mood post-orgasm, belying curiosity. ]
[ Mine thinks so, too. He doesn't feel weird about being asked to clarify.
It's been different every time.
[ Not a secret for a long while, that first time everything was new. "Rough" didn't cover it. There'd been a line, and they surely crossed it tonight. Mine's eyes are pools that affirm him. ]
[ Nishikiyama isn't an expert on whether this is true or not himself, but he's mighty good at pretending that he is. Behind Mine's kirin he's somewhat drowsy now, but an urge to smoke is still there. After another moment of laying intertwined with him, Nishikiyama slides himself up onto one of his elbows, sniffing the room once to affirm something to himself. He pats and pulls at the end table drawer in search of cigarettes. ]
โI'll open a window.
[ There are enough bedsheets on Mine's bed for him to wrap some of the thin ones around his hips to keep some shade of modesty in place. He steals a box of Mine's brand and moves to the sliding door with a train of sheets that drag after him. ]
[ There's confidence Mine isn't in a place to begin doubting, and neither does he want to. That it'd been good remains fact. That they'll do it again, too. His grasp resists enough for Nishikiyama to notice, but in the end he lets go easily. Mine feels and watches him shift and slip away. He views Nishikiyama shuffle around with his hair plastered to his own face at the rim of his vision. The carton in his bedside drawer is hidden in there, like it's something he keeps secret, despite having an ashtray set out on a coffee table in plain sight.
With a suggestion meant to allay any qualms, but so far he's silently permissive. He sits and gathers the bedsheet in his lap. Mine's Cabins aren't as strong, and it's the reason that he likes the hi-lites better diluted in a kiss. Beside the window frame, he sees a faint orange glow flicker into existence and a silver ribbon trail up from it, pushed in by the outside air. His brow crinkles. ]
You'll stay the night?
[ Mine asks after tracing Nishikiyama's handsome profile in the low light of the floor lamp. It's clear he's just after a confirmation. ]
[ He's not so sure anymore. Their meal at the cafe feels like it'd been a while ago, as does the outing to the game center. Nishikiyama pulls his knees up to his chest while sitting on the ledge of the window, a gap slid open to let in fresh air and, likewise, his cigarette smoke out. They're so high up and there's barely any noise. Aoyama is nothing like Shinjuku. The quiet could make him nervous if he were alone. ]
I'm only asking to tell you to stay, had you changed your mind.
[ He did. Mine shuffled all his meetings, and housekeeping too. Does he need to remind Nishikiyama? Continuation of his answer says no either way. The sheet gets tucked underneath Nishikiyama's feet some and trails down over the sill in another way. Mine is sure he doesn't pose for the picture, but there's a quality showing him conscious of where his limbs end up, he finds. The window is open to more sound than he ordinarily lets up here. Mine scoots toward the edge of the bed. His toes touch the carpeted floor again, the other leg folded underneath and behind his knee. ]
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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.
[ Mineโs heart thumps in his throat, one beat he swallows around. The marks left on Nishikiyamaโs arm are supposed to be evidence of it. Meeting him, Nishikiyamaโs gaze isnโt especially readable and Mine waits. ]
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I liked when you used your mouth.
[ Apparently, it's now time for feedback. It's only fair he say something back, since he himself is being encouraged to do more of something. Roughness in the sack isn't difficult for Nishikiyama, thoughโ it never has been. An instinct to assert dominance, verbally or physically, comes quite naturally. He's definitely the more proactive between the two of them...
Some wrinkles furrow between his eyebrows. He seems to be thinking about this but doesn't say anything else regarding it out loud. ]
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Nishikiyama'd told him the very first time what he likes. His gaze returns. ]
You said it's more exciting.
[ A blunt reflection. When Mine does something that he admits is new to him. Talking like this after sex is, too. Focus returns versus when his eyes'd been glazed over in ecstasy. He tries to trace his own answer in the furrows of Nishikiyama's brow. Mine's hand squeezes a little. ]
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[ Nishikiyama says it in a way that suggests he simply wants Mine to agree with him. He shifts on his side of the mattress, adjusting himself to tangle up more in Mineโs limbs from behind. An arm outstretches across him, fingers slipped through the spaces of Mineโs just before he squeezes. Heโs normally a creature to keep himself guarded and on edge, but heโs comfortable and splayed now more like a large, tamed pet. Cigaretteless yet, he decides heโs fine enough to wait. It will be a while longer before he finds himself restless again post bliss after orgasm. ]
You didnโt cough on me or anything either.
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You're the first time I did that.
[ He'd known, probably. But does he enjoy the prospect of this confession? Mine keeps watching Nishikiyama for the reaction. ]
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[ It's something that Nishikiyama had known so, when mentioned, it isn't quite met with the reverence or surprise that may have happened had they shared fewer details sooner. If Nishikiyama is the first man Mine's found his way to bed with, it'd only make sense that this is his first time putting his mouth on another man's cock. The praise Mine wants surfaces for another thought instead. ]
It felt good.
[ And this is the most important part anyway. Nishikiyama's eyes move somewhere else, embarrassment finding its way beneath the skin on his cheeks. His fingers stay loosely curled between Mine's knuckles. ]
We had more going on at once so it was more fun too.
[ A rabbit runs faster to a carrot than an empty hand after all. ]
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Reallyโ?
[ He doesn't mean to sound incredulous. Mine's fingers tighten up on the space between them, where Nishikiyama keeps his. Stiff, reluctant to let go even if the other man were to do so. ]
It felt good because there was more going on?
[ Mine ponders his own admission earlier. He'd observed himself a lot more agile than usual, too. His tone still sits with that sober mood post-orgasm, belying curiosity. ]
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[ Nishikiyama meets him with some curiosity too, but because he wonders if Mine will disagree. ]
Did it feel the same to you either way?
[ It shouldn't be that way. Here's why: ]
You said you liked how rough it was. I was trying to experiment.
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[ Mine thinks so, too. He doesn't feel weird about being asked to clarify.
It's been different every time.
[ Not a secret for a long while, that first time everything was new. "Rough" didn't cover it. There'd been a line, and they surely crossed it tonight. Mine's eyes are pools that affirm him. ]
In a way that got under my skin, in a good way.
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[ Nishikiyama isn't an expert on whether this is true or not himself, but he's mighty good at pretending that he is. Behind Mine's kirin he's somewhat drowsy now, but an urge to smoke is still there. After another moment of laying intertwined with him, Nishikiyama slides himself up onto one of his elbows, sniffing the room once to affirm something to himself. He pats and pulls at the end table drawer in search of cigarettes. ]
โI'll open a window.
[ There are enough bedsheets on Mine's bed for him to wrap some of the thin ones around his hips to keep some shade of modesty in place. He steals a box of Mine's brand and moves to the sliding door with a train of sheets that drag after him. ]
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With a suggestion meant to allay any qualms, but so far he's silently permissive. He sits and gathers the bedsheet in his lap. Mine's Cabins aren't as strong, and it's the reason that he likes the hi-lites better diluted in a kiss. Beside the window frame, he sees a faint orange glow flicker into existence and a silver ribbon trail up from it, pushed in by the outside air. His brow crinkles. ]
You'll stay the night?
[ Mine asks after tracing Nishikiyama's handsome profile in the low light of the floor lamp. It's clear he's just after a confirmation. ]
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[ He's not so sure anymore. Their meal at the cafe feels like it'd been a while ago, as does the outing to the game center. Nishikiyama pulls his knees up to his chest while sitting on the ledge of the window, a gap slid open to let in fresh air and, likewise, his cigarette smoke out. They're so high up and there's barely any noise. Aoyama is nothing like Shinjuku. The quiet could make him nervous if he were alone. ]
I'm not letting you kick me out.
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[ He did. Mine shuffled all his meetings, and housekeeping too. Does he need to remind Nishikiyama? Continuation of his answer says no either way. The sheet gets tucked underneath Nishikiyama's feet some and trails down over the sill in another way. Mine is sure he doesn't pose for the picture, but there's a quality showing him conscious of where his limbs end up, he finds. The window is open to more sound than he ordinarily lets up here. Mine scoots toward the edge of the bed. His toes touch the carpeted floor again, the other leg folded underneath and behind his knee. ]
I'm glad you haven't.