[ 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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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. ]