[ 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. ]
[ Mine senses that Nishikiyama nears his limit. He slows his pace and draws back slightly to give brief respite. The steamy but cooler air replaces the heat of his mouth. Mine’s hand continues to stroke the base of Nishikiyama's cock in a steady rhythm. He kisses his thigh, just above where his thumb had pressed earlier, nipping tender flesh as he catches his own breath. When he takes Nishikiyama back into his mouth, the head of his cock brushes against the back of Mine’s throat. He swallows, creating a tight, warm pressure around him. Mine’s hand at the base squeezes gently to match. The taste of pre-cum on his tongue is salty and heady. He feels Nishikiyama's body tense, the sounds he utters, and how his fingertips crawls on Mine's scalp like he's pulling himself toward the final moment just within reach. Mine's eyes flick up again with the thought of Nishikiyama coming undone because of him.
His movements become more urgent, mouth and hand coaxing Nishikiyama towards his peak. One more time he swirls his tongue around the sensitive tip. He hears shuddering breath as the warmth of Nishikiyama's climax fills his mouth, and Mine swallows. ]
[ Nishikiyama ejaculates down the front of Mine's throat. He feels the sides of Mine's lips pulling back, swallowing the load before it makes things too messy, and in the buzz of climax that follows, he feels... embarrassed, sort of. The countertop is hard and hurts his butt now. He's too naked. Mine is still there between his legs, looking handsome and like nothing about this is unsual, and Nishikiyama's grasp in his hair awkwardly falls away. He knows he'd been watched the whole time, but had it been so interesting for Mine to watch? Nishikiyama simply doesn't get it. He makes some eye contact there, still wondering why Mine had gone down on him at all, and the knot in his throat moves while he soundlessly clears it.
It's now that the breakfast quiche arrives. A modish tone in the distant foyer of the suite pings to indicate that the delivery is downstairs with the concierge. Nishikiyama straightens himself when he hears it and pulls the long sleeves of Mine's bathrobe over his hips in attempt at modesty. ]
[ As Nishikiyama disentangles his fingers from his hair, Mine pulls his mouth off of his dick where there is nothing left to swallow but his own spittle. Looking on from down on his knees, his towel is stretched taut across his thighs and hides any further hint of how he feels in this moment in time. Mine wonders if Nishikiyama thinks anything of the better view he'd had compared to last night. Their eyes flicker to meet finally, Mine still nuzzles the length, matched to his hand sliding slowly down the rest of Nishikiyama's thigh. The doorbell chimes calmly.
The countertop digs into Mine's palm, just the span of his fingers away from Nishikiyama's hip resting against the edge. As Nishikiyama pulls the robe back on himself, a rush mismatching the rhythm there at the end gathers in the room. Mine stands up too. His throat clears more audibly, brushing the knuckle of his index against the corner of his mouth, and he leaves the bathroom. The conversation over the intercom doesn't make its way back throughout the apartment in full surround sound. There's pause and pacing before the doorbell rings again.
A large table in the living room—Nishikiyama will have noticed it the very first time he came around—is long enough to invite some guests. Setting it for two still doesn't look awkward, though. Even so the breakfast order is more opulent than when Mine eats by himself. While Nishikiyama is still in his robe, he's gotten dressed in the short time, with his hair combed back, safe for product to keep it sleek, safe for a tie. He puts down plates. ]
Please have a seat.
[ Mine says, with simplicity that at only one glance, seems to take no account of the past 20 minutes. ]
[ Nishikiyama finds his way to the table, taking his seat at it not long after he's prompted. Faintly, he remembers Yuko— a rare stretch of time when she'd been healthy, and the two of them had shared an apartment not far from Kamurocho. That'd been the last time in a domestic setting someone had set out plates properly; the last time he'd had a meal needing plates while at a table in any residence in fact. He looks at the fork beside his plate with a thick and almost awkward air between them before he remembers where he is. Stay quiet any longer and Mine might think he did anything wrong. ]
You set the table.
[ Observation. After saying it aloud, he realizes Mine may understand that Nishikiyama doesn't do the same in his own home. ]
[ Mine observes Nishikiyama’s reaction with subtle curiosity. Momentary awkwardness hangs between them like an unspoken confession. It'd been a while for him, too. Both of their worlds are usually far removed from such quiet moments. ]
Yes, I did.
[ He replies as he takes his seat opposite Nishikiyama. Mine's eyes flicker over the table settings. They both try for nonchalance, it seems. Mine reaches for the quiche, cutting a slice and placing it on Nishikiyama's plate with care before serving himself. His actions are deliberate and almost ritualistic; he tries to create a space where their usual roles don’t intrude. He finally looks up, meeting Nishikiyama’s eyes, and his expression softens. ]
I thought it'd be nice to enjoy a meal properly.
[ He adds, as if offering an explanation for his actions. ]
[ Nishikiyama sits up straighter in his seat, pulling the fluffy ends of the borrowed bathrobe he wears further up the slope of his shoulders. Now's the time to show Mine he appreciates his gesture. There's a newness to his movements now, shaving the tip of quiche with his fork's edge and taking it up with its prongs. As Nishikiyama eats, he looks like a cat freshly placed in a new home. Careful, a little awkward. He chews and watches Mine in the silence of thought. ]
[ Mine notes the faint air of discomfort that lingers. He leans back in his chair slightly, his posture shifts. Sitting at this table isn't new to him and he tries to bridge the gap that seems to have widened from his to Nishikiyama's side. ]
It's one of my favorites.
[ As Nishikiyama chews on his first bite. Mine lets the conversation move towards the mundane, hoping to see him relax. He takes up knife and fork and cuts the tip of his slice. Having served the quiche while still warm, a smear of condensation remains on the porcelain plate. Mine takes his bite, and his eyes avert naturally, moving away from Nishikiyama for the first time this morning. ]
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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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His movements become more urgent, mouth and hand coaxing Nishikiyama towards his peak. One more time he swirls his tongue around the sensitive tip. He hears shuddering breath as the warmth of Nishikiyama's climax fills his mouth, and Mine swallows. ]
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It's now that the breakfast quiche arrives. A modish tone in the distant foyer of the suite pings to indicate that the delivery is downstairs with the concierge. Nishikiyama straightens himself when he hears it and pulls the long sleeves of Mine's bathrobe over his hips in attempt at modesty. ]
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The countertop digs into Mine's palm, just the span of his fingers away from Nishikiyama's hip resting against the edge. As Nishikiyama pulls the robe back on himself, a rush mismatching the rhythm there at the end gathers in the room. Mine stands up too. His throat clears more audibly, brushing the knuckle of his index against the corner of his mouth, and he leaves the bathroom. The conversation over the intercom doesn't make its way back throughout the apartment in full surround sound. There's pause and pacing before the doorbell rings again.
A large table in the living room—Nishikiyama will have noticed it the very first time he came around—is long enough to invite some guests. Setting it for two still doesn't look awkward, though. Even so the breakfast order is more opulent than when Mine eats by himself. While Nishikiyama is still in his robe, he's gotten dressed in the short time, with his hair combed back, safe for product to keep it sleek, safe for a tie. He puts down plates. ]
Please have a seat.
[ Mine says, with simplicity that at only one glance, seems to take no account of the past 20 minutes. ]
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You set the table.
[ Observation. After saying it aloud, he realizes Mine may understand that Nishikiyama doesn't do the same in his own home. ]
That's not really surprising.
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Yes, I did.
[ He replies as he takes his seat opposite Nishikiyama. Mine's eyes flicker over the table settings. They both try for nonchalance, it seems. Mine reaches for the quiche, cutting a slice and placing it on Nishikiyama's plate with care before serving himself. His actions are deliberate and almost ritualistic; he tries to create a space where their usual roles don’t intrude. He finally looks up, meeting Nishikiyama’s eyes, and his expression softens. ]
I thought it'd be nice to enjoy a meal properly.
[ He adds, as if offering an explanation for his actions. ]
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It's good. [ He says after swallowing. ]
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It's one of my favorites.
[ As Nishikiyama chews on his first bite. Mine lets the conversation move towards the mundane, hoping to see him relax. He takes up knife and fork and cuts the tip of his slice. Having served the quiche while still warm, a smear of condensation remains on the porcelain plate. Mine takes his bite, and his eyes avert naturally, moving away from Nishikiyama for the first time this morning. ]