[ Though he'd been the one to steer the conversation in this direction, he seems to have trouble accepting the affection. His eyes look at Mine— then away. There are efforts not to look at him when Mine's gaze is upon him. ]
I should probably try and be in Shinjuku again by 2. Told someone I'd meet them later in the evening for a drink.
[ Without malicious intent, Mine still finds himself expecting that sort of response, goading the other man into replying with his defenses up. His gaze stays, even as Nishikiyama insists his answer doesn't get anywhere near him. Dark browns are a stark contrast to the sheer white paper mask, and look like they'll pin him to cork board underneath. ]
[ The way he says it suggests there's more to the story. There's some heaviness in the words, the friendship between himself and Reina a relationship that's always been something to her and nothing to him at the same time. Nothing that she wants it to be anyway. ]
Did you want to come?
[ Anything to avoid talking to her one on one. She always finds ways to poke and corner him in her advances without other customers there to listen. ]
[ It doesn't suggest anything sinister, but Mine can tell that he leaves some things unsaid. Surely, Nishikiyama has more than a few people to fit that non-description. ]
Are you inviting me?
[ Mine's question back carries some levity, not feeling anxious, because he'd been offered the details of his day out of nowhere. Nishikiyama wants to share about that, and even if Mine asks he doesn't feel as though he's prying too much as a result. He already says 'yes' without putting the exact words forward: ]
[ His eyes move to meet Mine's again. With a silence between them that follows, he reaches his arm out to peel Mine's mask off by the edge, deciding it's been on him for too long. The slimy paper of it is laid in his hand. ]
[ A silence he leaves be, wallowing in the words of Nishikiyama's reply. Mismatched to that, his eyebrows pinch the bridge of his nose, grimacing as the mask tugs on soft skin. Nishikiyama reveals to himself the subtle sheen of lotion not yet pulled into Mine's invisible pores.
Finally, his chest rises and his own weight eases off his shoulder. Mine comes away from the countertop. ]
I'll be there, then.
[ Nothing, it looks like, is left on his schedule for the day, even though Nishikiyama'd only said to clear it out for the morning. Mine's fingertips brush across his palm, taking the crumpled-up mask to throw it away. This whole time he keeps his gaze with Nishikiyama's. After drifting from room to room there's no rush now, not even to get dressed. ]
She'll pry because you're new, but don't give too many details. Want her as uninvolved in all of this as possible.
[ Reina has always been wrapped around his finger, but there's no reason for her to meddle or press. Not that he thinks Mine needs to be told twice; he certainly doesn't seem the type to kiss and tell. ]
Can you do that?
[ Nishikiyama is looking at him now as if he wants something but doesn't move first as he usually might. He doesn't need Mine to reply for him to know that the answer is yes. ]
[ She? Mine latches onto faint elaboration. Rather than creases appearing back on his brow, curiosity moves into his face by lifting away so much introspection. When he notices it himself, Mine snuffs it quickly with the kind of curt answer. ]
Yes.
[ No one knows. But he regards it with the reasoning of keeping something precious like a museum piece behind glass. Steam from the shower still hangs in the room. Mine steps closer. With the layers of the bathrobe slightly parted, he catches a glimpse of Nishikiyama's bare chest. His fingers tug on a long sleeve, charged with unspoken intent. ]
[ With a quick glance to the door, Nishikiyama assesses the likelihood of their breakfast arriving anytime too soon. The light hook of fingers in the bathrobe is suggestive enough, and something not yakuza in Nishikiyama locks the thudding of his heartbeat in his throat. Is he embarrassed? Flattered? He shouldn't be with the power dynamic and yet he somehow feels hesitant for too much of himself to be known. His next swallow hurts in a strange way. ]
You really listened yesterday.
[ His arm is loose and easy to pull from the sleeve. He isn't resisting Mine's motions. ]
[ Who is Nishikiyama's rendezvous, some former love story? Just knowing it's a woman makes Mine feel unnervingly possessive. That's not why he's reached for the other man's arm, though—not the whole reason. Mine studies his reaction and the hint of tension within it, while feeling his own pulse bound just under his jawline. His loose grasp moves up over Nishikiyama's elbow and sinks into terry cloth and muscle of his upper arm. ]
I didn't know you had plans.
[ But because he's been invited, Mine isn't upset. ]
Otherwise, I would have wanted you to stay longer.
[ He explains. This is different. In his own apartment, Mine doesn't have to think about what show of their relationship is appropriate in public. He tugs on the robe until it slips off of Nishikiyama's shoulder. Mine's thumb settles behind his collarbone, fingers brushing the base of Nishikiyama's neck, and like that, his gaze lingers silently. ]
[ Nishikiyama's shoulder spills out of the robe. Exposed to Mine's touch, his hard gaze falls to look. They don't soften so much, and he thinks of the implication Mine makes by his statement. ]
There's still time.
[ He'd thought of fooling around in the shower but had resisted since it'd still only been morning. Now he senses he's not the only one whose mind had likely wandered. ]
She won't be there until five, even.
[ She's happy to let Nishikiyama in early, but he tends to show up around 9pm or so when on his own. ]
[ Mine seems to listen intently, flaying open Nishikiyama's schedule word for word to himself. Prohibitions removed, it's all in favor of them— they needn't rush breakfast, nor anything before or after. ]
There's time before the food arrives.
[ Answering Nishikiyama's glance to the door. Pleased, yet, Mine sees his own advances as fumbling and awkward in the daylight. He looks at Nishikiyama, jaw ever so slightly tensed. His gaze flickers downward to the other man's bare chest along with his shoulder.
Mine's palm slides there after sitting at Nishikiyama's collarbone without much movement. A larger spread of bare skin, his hand splays over it. Middle and index finger of his other hand hook into the robe's belt. Mine tugs on it without pulling it out of the loops yet and nudges Nishikiyama to the sink countertop by his hip. ]
I want to make the most of it.
[ Sharing his intent, Mine hides the heat he feels gather lower in his face by looking down still. His grip slides over the knot to undo it. ]
[ There's no protest from Nishikiyama as Mine's fingers spread over the slope of muscle between his shoulder and chest. There's a short gap through his armpit when he steadies himself on the countertop, palm sliding across the expensive marble. The edge hits his butt. Unsure of how he position, his free hand lazily follows Mine's wrist while he pulls the tie of his belt loose. ]
What are you doing?
[ He asks, but sort of knows. It's the very reason he's not protesting. ]
Did I do something to make you horny or what?
[ He feigns that his mind hadn't been there at all. ]
[ Mine's hand pauses, fingers brushing the loose folds of fabric as Nishikiyama's question hangs in the air. His other hand, the one at Nishikiyama's chest, traces the contours with deliberate slowness. A confession, as Mine finally pulls the belt and robe open, revealing more of Nishikiyama's body to his touch. His thumb brushes over a nipple. ]
I like seeing you like this.
[ In the way Mine's hands move, in the way his breath comes a little quicker now, and him leaning in a little closer, he passes the question silently between them of whether this is one-sided and too much. His hand slips lower, tracing the subtle definition of Nishikiyama's abs. With his backside sitting against the marble, Mine presses pads of his fingers into soft skin and toned muscle at the very top of Nishikiyama's thigh. His gaze lifts back up. ]
[ Nishikiyama's chest flutters like a sparrow's wings beneath a net. No expression meets his face though and, as his body is uncurtained bit by bit, he stays silent. What vulnerability there is a shudder while fingers glide over his skin. His nipple stands after Mine's thumb traces over it. Nishikiyama can't think to say anything proper in response to him. His tongue is much too sharp to match something so sincere. Lacking words for a reply, his eyes meet Mine's for just a moment and he leans forward more. Divots and grooves of muscle tighten with the new shape of his posture. His hand touches the side of Mine's jawline, cupping it with a thumb tucked somewhere beneath. He kisses him once beside his mouth. Surely Mine has at least some idea of where he'd hope this scenario might go. Nishikiyama's legs part slightly to make more of a display. His eyes, tiredly fluttering back open, check Mine's again when he draws away from the kiss. They're hard like yakuza and a rich shade of brown. ]
[ Mine notices the silence that follows his words. He searches Nishikiyama's eyes for a clue to unspoken thoughts. An edge of possessiveness gives way to a moment that feels different from their usual dynamic. Mine absorbs every small reaction, from tracing lines of muscle and warmth as Nishikiyama's posture changes to the slight parting of his legs. He leans in too, coaxed easily by the touch on his chin and the soft press of lips against his skin. His fingers slide down Nishikiyama's leg and grasp tightens to the inside of his thigh, sharing intent. Nishikiyama's gaze is deep and Mine sinks into it. As his own flickers low, hand that'd splayed over Nishikiyama's chest slips beneath. Mine's fingers snag on fabric, pulling the robe off so that it gathers on the countertop. He chases the fleeting kiss from before, lips parting against the other man's. With the towel still around his waist the only thing between them, he wraps his hand around Nishikiyama's length. Feeling the weight of his cock, Mine begins to move, stroking slowly at first. ]
[ Nishikiyama can't recall a time where he'd seen morning properly with a bed partner. More often than not, after the sex had ended, things had simply wrapped up within a few hours or soon the following day. He isn't used to having someone still here for him. Wanting more than a night. As Mine's hand envelopes his length, Nishikiyama sighs softly. Short fingernails scrape over the countertop. What's also new is that he hadn't been the one to move first. It'd been Mine. He's close enough to feel the light brush of air against his lips. Nishikiyama still isn't sure what to say. ]
You don't have to.
[ He wonders if it's being done out of expectation. Mine's motives now are too foreign for him to understand. Does he want Nishikiyama to give him something in turn? It's hard not to think that way. As Mine begins to stroke his cock, one of Nishikiyama's hands moves to haphazardly push it away. It lacks commitment though, more coming from manners than from truth. Nishikiyama's body paints more than enough interest. He swallows. ]
[ Mine feels the soft resistance of Nishikiyama's hand. He doesn't stop but slows further. His other hand shifts, previously resting on Nishikiyama's hip Mine finds a gap to brace himself against the countertop. Inadvertently he steps closer, their bodies touching. Breath mingles just outside of the kiss. Mine keeps his gaze downward, but when they flicker up his eyes reflect a blend of desire and tenderness. ]
I want to.
[ Paced with an intent to bring pleasure, Mine's thumb brushes against Nishikiyama's tip. His words are more than a request. ]
[ Nishikiyama hesitates to push further. A pleasant tingle moves from the faint strokes against the head of his cock, spreading and dispersing. It's a tease. A taste of what more Mine wants to offer. The only reason Nishikiyama can think to keep protesting is that he's lazy— it's morning, and he's not particularly ready to act as wildly as they had the night before. As Mine comes closer to him, his eyes try to figure out where they should look. Once, they go to where Mine's hand is. With his own falling off beside his thigh, he tries to accomodate and make more space for the other's convenience. His pupils go uncertainly to Mine's face, wary and unsure. Where one might otherwise look expectant, there's something plain and simple about Mine's expression. Like he means what he says. ]
Fine. [ He says. With his lower back arching, Nishikiyama's ass tucks up beneath him to push his length through the webbing of Mine's index and thumb. It's not fully erect, but the thought of Mine there eagerly waiting to pleasure him somehow will change that soon. He bites down on his molars and looks at Mine's shoulder, where parts of his kirin or the smoke around it peek into sight. ]
[ Mine feels the subtle shift as Nishikiyama gives his assent. In turn he'll be able to see in Mine's eyes how he marvels at the rawness and simplicity of the moment. He leans in closer, lips grazing Nishikiyama’s neck, trailing down from the tensed jawline. Mine's fingers glide with increasing confidence, thumb teasing the underside of his cock with each pass. Slivers and colors of his tattoo shift over Mine's shoulder as his free hand trails down Nishikiyama’s side. Fingertips brush over the ridges of his ribs, feeling the flex and movement beneath, the contrast of soft skin and hard muscle.
With another kiss at Nishikiyama's collarbone, Mine savors the scent of him, finding it underneath the perfume of his own body wash. As his strokes become firmer, more purposeful at coaxing pleasure, he has every gasp, every twitch, fuel his determination. ]
I want to taste you.
[ The words are a soft, heated confession, spoken against Nishikiyama’s skin. ]
[ As the subject of Mine’s fixation, Nishikiyama feels self conscious when put in a place of receiving alone. Tension stays flexed in the muscles of his neck even Mine’s kisses graze it, and his dick betrays him by rising in the warm clutch of Mine’s strokes. It feels good, he can admit to himself. Even if he can’t understand why Mine is so compelled to act now when Nishikiyama is simply being. Any man wants someone to take him in the mouth. Nishikiyama is no different. Breath falls from him and the back of his head lightly pushes on the mirror behind him, forgetting it’d been there. Brown eyes close. ]
I’m too lazy.
[ Some of him is still convinced that there’s an underlying expectation for him to aggress things completely. It’d been the role he’d played every time until now— determining when and where they’d proceed. He hasn’t realized how much Mine had anticipated, calculated regardless of his plans.
As he feels Mine begin to drift, he slips his hands into Mine’s freshly washed bangs. The longest pieces of hair that allow fingers be wrapped in them. They look more brown as they dry, even in the neutral brightness of the bathroom’s vanity. His cock is fully erect now before his face. ]
[ His lips trail over Nishikiyama’s chest and lower still. Bud of Mine's infatuation has opened up in the middle of the night like a datura flower. He knows that Nishikiyama is used to being in control and Mine is far from forcing some equilibrium. Yet, this act is an expression that it's his turn. He doesn't stop at Nishikiyama's response. Mine's kisses trace a path down Nishikiyama’s abdomen as his knees meet the soft-polished tile.
He looks up with fingers curled into his hair and bending it near the roots. Mine's gaze follows Nishikiyama's arm straight out from his shoulder, as his back arches over the countertop and has contact again only at the hip. Mine places his other hand there. His thumb presses a divot into Nishikiyama's thigh. His lips brush the sensitive skin just above Nishikiyama’s cock. Continuing steady strokes Mine leans in, taking him into his mouth. His breath is hot and shallow. As his lips close around the head, Mine flicks his tongue lightly over the sensitive tip. His eyes flutter downward, guiding the length along the roof of his mouth.
Each bob of his head is deliberate, seeking rhythm, and he coaxes some soft sound with his mouth warm and inviting, taking Nishikiyama deeper in. Fingers keep pressing into the firm muscle. Mine’s own desire is a palpable thing. ]
[ There's no sense of hurriedness as Mine works, mouth falling over Nishikiyama and working his lips down the shaft. The sound that comes from it is muffled and hollow, from pockets of air beneath his cheeks, the tunnel of his throat there further back. Nishikiyama is still. As Mine establishes and maps things out, head bobbing over the top half. Nishikiyama's dick grows a ruddier shade, and he bites out a quiet sigh of pleasure in attempt to relax. His eyes open to watch him there, less clear than they were before and now more dilated. The thought of an ordered breakfast— quiche, was it?— is fleeting. Mine has a different meal in mind, that much is apparently. Nishikiyama's hair smears some on the mirror as he angles his neck, securely gripping a bit more in Mine's own. His hips roll up with some subtlety in hope of more attention, bared skin pressed into the force of where Mine's thumb is. His ankles flex. ]
Use your hands too.
[ He thinks aloud of how he'd do it, should their positions in the moment be opposite. ]
[ He can feel Nishikiyama's grip in his hair, guiding but not forcing. His touch on Nishikiyama’s hip slides as he shifts slightly, adjusting to the new angle. Mine's hand slips lower, grasping tighter, with his thumb settling into the crease of his groin. The hand wrapped around the base of Nishikiyama's dick begins to stroke rather than just steady him.
As he strokes and sucks in tandem, Mine’s free hand explores further, fingers splayed over Nishikiyama's thigh and feeling the tension of muscle just underneath the skin. Mine's gaze flicks upward, watching the expressions that cross Nishikiyama’s face. There's a power in this that he hasn’t fully acknowledged before, guiding Nishikiyama's pleasure. His tongue swirls around the tip before sliding back down the length. He sucks in his cheeks, heat collecting around Nishikiyama's cock. Mine's own arousal is a throbbing presence, eliciting soft sounds next to instruction. His throat opens up, leaning back against the tug of his hair. ]
[ Nishikiyama’s gaze winces through the occasional jolts of pleasure that travel from the tip of his urethra to the root of his cock. He’s certainly no longer neglected by Mine’s touch. What facets of vulnerability that show now are still reluctant. Nishikiyama finds he can only watch Mine, there looking up at him now for reaction, for a mere moment. As Mine grows used to the act, pulling him towards morning climax, the fingers in his hair slowly spread and splay out. Nishikiyama looks to the side somewhere, his body against Mine’s determined ministrations humming with a familiar pleasure. He knows he isn’t far off, and instinctive desperation shows in fleeting flinches across his expression. The noise he makes is somewhere between a whine and a hiss. He struggles not to buckle Mine’s head in the thighs he’s touching. ]
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[ Though he'd been the one to steer the conversation in this direction, he seems to have trouble accepting the affection. His eyes look at Mine— then away. There are efforts not to look at him when Mine's gaze is upon him. ]
I should probably try and be in Shinjuku again by 2. Told someone I'd meet them later in the evening for a drink.
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I can drive you to Shinjuku—
[ Unlike him, Mine latches onto Nishikiyama's explanation. ]
Who are you meeting there?
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[ The way he says it suggests there's more to the story. There's some heaviness in the words, the friendship between himself and Reina a relationship that's always been something to her and nothing to him at the same time. Nothing that she wants it to be anyway. ]
Did you want to come?
[ Anything to avoid talking to her one on one. She always finds ways to poke and corner him in her advances without other customers there to listen. ]
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Are you inviting me?
[ Mine's question back carries some levity, not feeling anxious, because he'd been offered the details of his day out of nowhere. Nishikiyama wants to share about that, and even if Mine asks he doesn't feel as though he's prying too much as a result. He already says 'yes' without putting the exact words forward: ]
I just want to know if you want me to come.
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[ His eyes move to meet Mine's again. With a silence between them that follows, he reaches his arm out to peel Mine's mask off by the edge, deciding it's been on him for too long. The slimy paper of it is laid in his hand. ]
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Finally, his chest rises and his own weight eases off his shoulder. Mine comes away from the countertop. ]
I'll be there, then.
[ Nothing, it looks like, is left on his schedule for the day, even though Nishikiyama'd only said to clear it out for the morning. Mine's fingertips brush across his palm, taking the crumpled-up mask to throw it away. This whole time he keeps his gaze with Nishikiyama's. After drifting from room to room there's no rush now, not even to get dressed. ]
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[ Reina has always been wrapped around his finger, but there's no reason for her to meddle or press. Not that he thinks Mine needs to be told twice; he certainly doesn't seem the type to kiss and tell. ]
Can you do that?
[ Nishikiyama is looking at him now as if he wants something but doesn't move first as he usually might. He doesn't need Mine to reply for him to know that the answer is yes. ]
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Yes.
[ No one knows. But he regards it with the reasoning of keeping something precious like a museum piece behind glass. Steam from the shower still hangs in the room. Mine steps closer. With the layers of the bathrobe slightly parted, he catches a glimpse of Nishikiyama's bare chest. His fingers tug on a long sleeve, charged with unspoken intent. ]
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You really listened yesterday.
[ His arm is loose and easy to pull from the sleeve. He isn't resisting Mine's motions. ]
Only said the morning but you gave the whole day.
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I didn't know you had plans.
[ But because he's been invited, Mine isn't upset. ]
Otherwise, I would have wanted you to stay longer.
[ He explains. This is different. In his own apartment, Mine doesn't have to think about what show of their relationship is appropriate in public. He tugs on the robe until it slips off of Nishikiyama's shoulder. Mine's thumb settles behind his collarbone, fingers brushing the base of Nishikiyama's neck, and like that, his gaze lingers silently. ]
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There's still time.
[ He'd thought of fooling around in the shower but had resisted since it'd still only been morning. Now he senses he's not the only one whose mind had likely wandered. ]
She won't be there until five, even.
[ She's happy to let Nishikiyama in early, but he tends to show up around 9pm or so when on his own. ]
Office isn't until two so we're good.
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There's time before the food arrives.
[ Answering Nishikiyama's glance to the door. Pleased, yet, Mine sees his own advances as fumbling and awkward in the daylight. He looks at Nishikiyama, jaw ever so slightly tensed. His gaze flickers downward to the other man's bare chest along with his shoulder.
Mine's palm slides there after sitting at Nishikiyama's collarbone without much movement. A larger spread of bare skin, his hand splays over it. Middle and index finger of his other hand hook into the robe's belt. Mine tugs on it without pulling it out of the loops yet and nudges Nishikiyama to the sink countertop by his hip. ]
I want to make the most of it.
[ Sharing his intent, Mine hides the heat he feels gather lower in his face by looking down still. His grip slides over the knot to undo it. ]
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What are you doing?
[ He asks, but sort of knows. It's the very reason he's not protesting. ]
Did I do something to make you horny or what?
[ He feigns that his mind hadn't been there at all. ]
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I like seeing you like this.
[ In the way Mine's hands move, in the way his breath comes a little quicker now, and him leaning in a little closer, he passes the question silently between them of whether this is one-sided and too much. His hand slips lower, tracing the subtle definition of Nishikiyama's abs. With his backside sitting against the marble, Mine presses pads of his fingers into soft skin and toned muscle at the very top of Nishikiyama's thigh. His gaze lifts back up. ]
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You don't have to.
[ He wonders if it's being done out of expectation. Mine's motives now are too foreign for him to understand. Does he want Nishikiyama to give him something in turn? It's hard not to think that way. As Mine begins to stroke his cock, one of Nishikiyama's hands moves to haphazardly push it away. It lacks commitment though, more coming from manners than from truth. Nishikiyama's body paints more than enough interest. He swallows. ]
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I want to.
[ Paced with an intent to bring pleasure, Mine's thumb brushes against Nishikiyama's tip. His words are more than a request. ]
Let me.
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Fine. [ He says. With his lower back arching, Nishikiyama's ass tucks up beneath him to push his length through the webbing of Mine's index and thumb. It's not fully erect, but the thought of Mine there eagerly waiting to pleasure him somehow will change that soon. He bites down on his molars and looks at Mine's shoulder, where parts of his kirin or the smoke around it peek into sight. ]
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With another kiss at Nishikiyama's collarbone, Mine savors the scent of him, finding it underneath the perfume of his own body wash. As his strokes become firmer, more purposeful at coaxing pleasure, he has every gasp, every twitch, fuel his determination. ]
I want to taste you.
[ The words are a soft, heated confession, spoken against Nishikiyama’s skin. ]
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I’m too lazy.
[ Some of him is still convinced that there’s an underlying expectation for him to aggress things completely. It’d been the role he’d played every time until now— determining when and where they’d proceed. He hasn’t realized how much Mine had anticipated, calculated regardless of his plans.
As he feels Mine begin to drift, he slips his hands into Mine’s freshly washed bangs. The longest pieces of hair that allow fingers be wrapped in them. They look more brown as they dry, even in the neutral brightness of the bathroom’s vanity. His cock is fully erect now before his face. ]
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He looks up with fingers curled into his hair and bending it near the roots. Mine's gaze follows Nishikiyama's arm straight out from his shoulder, as his back arches over the countertop and has contact again only at the hip. Mine places his other hand there. His thumb presses a divot into Nishikiyama's thigh. His lips brush the sensitive skin just above Nishikiyama’s cock. Continuing steady strokes Mine leans in, taking him into his mouth. His breath is hot and shallow. As his lips close around the head, Mine flicks his tongue lightly over the sensitive tip. His eyes flutter downward, guiding the length along the roof of his mouth.
Each bob of his head is deliberate, seeking rhythm, and he coaxes some soft sound with his mouth warm and inviting, taking Nishikiyama deeper in. Fingers keep pressing into the firm muscle. Mine’s own desire is a palpable thing. ]
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Use your hands too.
[ He thinks aloud of how he'd do it, should their positions in the moment be opposite. ]
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As he strokes and sucks in tandem, Mine’s free hand explores further, fingers splayed over Nishikiyama's thigh and feeling the tension of muscle just underneath the skin. Mine's gaze flicks upward, watching the expressions that cross Nishikiyama’s face. There's a power in this that he hasn’t fully acknowledged before, guiding Nishikiyama's pleasure. His tongue swirls around the tip before sliding back down the length. He sucks in his cheeks, heat collecting around Nishikiyama's cock. Mine's own arousal is a throbbing presence, eliciting soft sounds next to instruction. His throat opens up, leaning back against the tug of his hair. ]
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