[ 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. ]
Reallyβ?
[ 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. ]
βI'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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Reallyβ?
[ 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. ]
βI'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.