[ Nishikiyama's voice strains by habit; restrained, not wanting to be loud. Small a noise as it may've been, a wash of shame comes over his cheeks and ears. He's yet to creak his eyes open and see Mine there across from himโ paying such close attention. Nishikiyama doesn't know if he can yet. Wrapped in the wet clutch of Mine's grip, his breaths have grown more shaky. His cock, now glistening with Mine's saliva and his precum, spreads the other man's fingers. The slight squeeze of hand soothes an ache and is pleasant around him.
It's so pleasant that Nishikiyama feels anxious. Mine must be thinking something about him now, and he doesn't know what. Not knowing what he's thinking resurfaces a learned stab of fear, and his eyes level upward. They burn. They're accusatory.
...But of what crime? Swallowing down the chance of making more sound, Nishikiyama's gaze catches Mine's with said eyes.
What is he thinking? What is he thinking? Nishikiyama wonders it again and again, but when he can't figure it out, he huffs to sweep Mine closer to himself. He cradles the back of Mine's neck with the clean hand he's left.
All he knows is that he doesn't want to be thought about when he's like this. Nishikiyama doesn't want Mine to think about what his responses mean, either. Thinking that and hurriedly, he forces Mine to kiss him. He tries this to stifle the strange feeling that started to trickle throughโ a fear that's mingled with sexual gratification. ]
[ At the little sound Nishikiyama makes Mine doesn't find himself in the position nor in the habit to make mention. His satisfaction is quiet and subdued even within his own thoughts. However, that is where it sediments. Warmth flows into the lines of his palm, up-and-down strokes slicked up with Nishikiyama's anticipation. Just like he'd said to do, Mine thinks about getting him offโ but there's more.
Nishikiyama's gaze falls on him with an intensity he's met, but isn't used to. Confronting it on that short distance chases a mirror of dread down his spine. Mine, surprised by the hand folding against his nape, sucks in breath. For a moment he's left to believe the kiss will simply smother him and he's paralyzed.
Even so, Mine understands that this is where his declaration of loyalty to Nishikiyama is meant to culminate, if only he closes his eyes to his own hesitation and uncertainty. He shuts them, his lips part insteadโ so that Nishikiyama won't see either. Mine's thumb stutters over the tip, picking up motion he'd abandoned. He feels his own pulse compete with the throbbing of Nishikiyama's dick. Beneath his breastbone cowers a noise he might make, but Mine wants it to suffocate. ]
[ Nishikiyama's ribs give a short shudder, and though his mind is privy to drift towards paranoia, he instead funnels his focus in on Mine himself. What he's done until now, what he's said. He feels their tongues brush together. He thinks this is too far for someone to go. Certainly too far if they'd wanted anything else from him. Mine had reached the top already, Nishikiyama reminds himself. He's had power before. Influence, bed partners. None of it matters to Mine; not the money, not the top of the Tojo Clan...
It's safe, isn't it?
As Mine's ministrations grow more and more concentrated, Nishikiyama sighs shakily into his mouth. The sound is raw but sweet. A sheen of sweat is cast upon him by his heightened temperature, and he's at the cusp of orgasm when he holds onto Mine tightly. He keeps himself grounded that way. Otherwise, his mind will spiral elsewhereโ likely somewhere dark. Not now, though. Nishikiyama holds fast. He shallowly bucks his hips into Mine's fist once without realizing it. His cock twitches demandingly beneath Mine's strokes. ]
More.
[ Almost there. He's about to cum; he could choke on that feeling. He wants Mine to push him over it. ]
[ Nishikiyama's sigh oscillates in his throat, pleasant on top of the sound he's swallowed. The muscles sit hard on Mine's shoulders, tension crawling out from under the hand against his neck. He hears himself ask what he's doing... Mine has steeled himself against rejection, keeping defenses up or rather a counter. A remnant of that lies behind closed eyes even now. Nishikiyama prodding at why someone like him chooses to pursue organized crimeโ Mine's answer has become warped. Nishikiyama is right, that he starves himself at a set table.
Mine revisits the talk in the car. He's said what he wants, that he wants, plainly.
He has the patriarch's urge slide against his hand, full and imminent. He listens, the demand set in his head rather than Mine's chance to retort admonishment. In between quicker strokes that consider Nishikiyama's length his fingertips nudge at the sensitive band of tissue at his glans. He feels pressure bulge against his digits before white fluid bubbles out. Nishikiyama's cum spurts warm in blots against Mine's abs, unstopped ahead of him cupping his palm over it. Suddenly relinquishing his motions, the rest spreads quickly between his fingers.
Not being touched Mine still feels warmth graze his own thighs. The moment is finite, though. Returning to clarity, he takes mouthfuls of Nishikiyama's heated breath without his tongue in the kiss. They both came, here. Mine feels the mess of it sticking to his body. ]
[ Sinew and muscle tighten and lock, Nishikiyama's voice dying somewhere in his throat. Orgasm floods him in a hard wave; his body relaxes after release. He comes off it. A long moment passes as Mine kisses him. Seems he's someone to lick Nishikiyama's wounds. His own lips follow along tiredly, the earlier desperation he'd felt dispelled and splattered across the other man's stomach. For once, Nishikiyama doesn't think. He just isโ he is whatever the two of them are right now. Yakuza, weren't they? Supposedly, it'd been what they wanted.
It takes him a while to remember. His cock wanes in the other's hand, and his eyes open once more, moving up towards Mine's face to check on him. He doesn't quite pull from him, but his kisses are lazier against Mine's own. Even the taste of tobacco, whose is whose, is hard to distinguish anymore. They just taste like each other now.
Nishikiyama thinks of something to say to Mine: ]
I don't know what's happening anymore. We're both fucking crazy.
[ He rides along on the afterglow to where his own breathing quiets. Then Mine, too, gains a moment to himself. With Nishikiyama's dick soft, he leans on fingers tented against the mattress, aiming not to get anything on the sheets against all odds. Mine slips out of the kiss, not really holding on anymore either. He sits back, the arch of his spine pronouncing muscles in the front. Dim lighting obscures the lewd smears on his skin, that Mine bans to the corner of his vision. Looking up, he sees Nishikiyama search his face. Ironically, Mine startles at the lack of a sting in the other man's gaze.
Right. They're crazy, aren't theyโ he has to wonder if it's ecstasy boring deep into his brain and stimulating, or if he's come to read Nishikiyama's tone just so. The jab doesn't twist his gut. ]
Bossโ
[ Mine hears himself clearly, but at the same time he isn't sure what he hopes to say. Supposedly, they're yakuza, but returning to the conversation in the car is impossible and the distance of any title sounds fraudulent. He winces at how blunt he's being... though, there's unfamiliar relief nestled within it. Brown eyes end up meeting Nishikiyama's, Mine's reply without barb along the edge. ]
[ Not really, as long as both of them are caught up in it.
Nishikiyama watches Mine lean back in front of him and squints at him in an almost finicky way. Like a cake that's delicious but too sweet to bite into a second time. He'd been stuck in the haze of the moment earlier, but with the scene around them slowly coming to make sense again, the reality of it sinking in, he can only think that Mine is handsome. Nishikiyama had liked doing what they'd done just now a little too much.
He slides off the sheets with a rustle. One of his hands is still coated in spunk and it takes a lot for him not to flick it off onto the floor out of habit. He's moving toward a tissue box and ashtray that's on a side table inconveniently far from the bed. When he takes both of them in his arms, he moves back to the bed and kicks off his pants. They're just in his way at this point.
His legs hit the mattress again with a bounce. He looks for a cigarette box, only to realize that they're still in his jacket. ]
[ Mine is wont to speculate if he wants him to say something else. Strangely, though, that nonchalance provides sedation for roaming thoughts even as he finds himself under scrutiny. Conversely, he can look at Nishikiyama in the same setting. His angular face cheats the blip of a thought Mine'd held with the other man's his head between his legs. Then, not his insinuating question'd halted the flood and fulfilment of some longing Mine admitted before long. It'd happened easily.
He watches as Nishikiyama gets up. Slivers of red ink inevitably draw his attention. Mine'd found himself with vain, impatient jealousy when he'd first seen the tattoo. He remembers a different angle; the tail cinches his naked waist. Following Nishikiyama proposes a realization Mine is out of time to respond to before he sits back down.
When he can reach for it, Mine quickly crumples a tissue in his hand. There's the empty ashtray and Nishikiyama speaking up; Mine hasn't failed to light his cigarettes once ever since being told to do it. He climbs off the bed, also to strip off his pants and take his lighter, and bending down turns his back to Nishikiyama. Linework traces a single lick of the flames surrounding the chimera down the cleft between his glutes. The serene expression carved into Mine's back is betrayed by his kirin's rearing up its front legs when he comes back up.
He walks to the coat rack. He wants Nishikiyama to see his irezumi before coming back. ]
Here.
[ With a smoke jutting out of the soft pack of hi-lites, Mine stands at the foot the bed. A long pause. His question obviously lingers in the air between them before he asks it. ]
[ Just as Mine hoped, Nishikiyama's noticed the full span of clean ink there on his back; without redness, the artwork sharp. He starts to register just what the illustration represents, at the same time taking the cigarette from its pack.
How cute that Mine seems to be fishing for a response. There's an innocence there in it, and Nishikiyama's reminded of himself when he'd turned twenty and gotten hisโ ]
Let me see again.
[ There's an unlit cigarette hanging from his lips now. ]
[ Mine lights it, of course. As his face draws close, leaning in to hold the lighter, Nishikiyama can surely catch a glint in his eyesโ something mingling of the intimacy strung between them that still chokes heat around Mine's neck and gratification he finds with Nishikiyama's request.
He turns around again. It's hard to say Mine at twenty was the same, but without doubt he now looks for approval. ]
The design wasn't something I expected.
[ Still, he doesn't sound like he takes issue with the motif. He'd reflected onโthen, rigidlyโNishikiyama sharing his own surprise at his carp. Mine turns his head just slightly, not enough to even see the other man, but intending to meet a reply soon. He concedes in earnest: ]
[ Nishikiyama's fingers curl about the cigarette when Mine turn. Eyes swim across the span of his back, to the ink carved into it, in a thoughtful silence. A winding silver waft of tobacco smoke spirals over the uncolored kirin when Nishikiyama takes a drag. Hearing what Mine says, his lips tug into a dry smile. His eyes move up in the same moment that Mine's head turns to the side to acknowledge his attention. ]
You'd better put up a good fight with something like that on your back. People will expect you match it.
[ Mine imagines Nishikiyama's face serious, not sure of the smile. It speaks to his own, hoarded tension. Mine'd gone on to review the mythology compulsively. In one word, the kirin spells auspiciousness. He wonders if Nishikiyama will judge it next to his koi. But without thinking his shoulders lift with a deep breath, with self-confidence even. He's glad. It's Nishikiyama's expectation he hears in his answer, much more than 'people's remote anticipation. ]
Yes, I'm aware. Carrying that responsibility, [ There are things he's said beforeโ ] I'm committed to putting up a strong fight.
[ Mine's fists clench at this sides, around Nishikiyama's praise. ]
[ It's good to hear that Mine doesn't intend to stay just for titles alone. Tried and true, any yakuza is only worth as much as their fists. Mine understanding this reality saves him time. ]
โThe Nishikiyama Family's going to need more than just us two to keep our reputation high, but at least it gives us an edge. We just got the recognition for it today, so it's only a matter of time before someone out there tries to take the light off us.
[ Nishikiyama tries looking up at Mine now, wanting him to turn around and face him again. ]
[ Mine finds himself confronted with the capitalistic, competitive reality he comes from. His head tilts, to acknowledge that much, before he does turn around. The Nishikiyama Family's corporate success isn't something he seems to stop considering. ]
I intend to consolidate some of our assets, with that our competition. [ Even so Mine's answer comes detached from his thoughts.
What Nishikiyama needs... Despite the reason that follows, the collective Family behind its patriarch, Mine is willing to take it as meaning the man himself. Has their relationship changedโ Of course it has, he catches himself thinking. Standing naked in front of the other man doesn't leave him feeling as exposed as the realization Mine gains, now. A meld of responsibility and personal stakes. He looks at Nishikiyama, beneath his brows drawn tight together the notion smolders in his eyes. ]
There's more I'd like to sayโ [ Innocuous, if not for everything that'd just happened in this room. ] What happens next?
[ Between them? Today? In this room? Nishikiyama meets Mine's eyes with his own fairly quickly, the connection different than it'd been only just before the drive here. There's a solidarity there. He feels the two of them have become a set even if neither of them has yet to put a label on it. ]
You mean this, orโ?
[ His gaze falls away. Cigarette smoke curls all around Nishikiyama when he makes himself comfortable on the bed. There's room beside him; an obvious gap, which Mine is expected to fill. ]
[ Mine looks for an answer to any of those questions. What has changed, gathered without a name in Nishikiyama's gaze, doesn't provoke his uncertainty, yet Mine obviously hesitates. The silence'll make him look like a liar if he doesn't say even one of the many things on his mind...
Too much smoke drifts in front of his face, but he can see that Nishikiyama favors one side of the bed. Slowly, Mine goes to the other. He sits down, his bodyweight dents the mattress. Though staying on the edge of the bed, he turns in his shoulders to where Nishikiyama sits at the rim of his view. ]
For now. [ Mine aligns himselfโ Then, he thinks better of stifling his thoughts. ] โBetween us?
[ He sees the uncolored kirin again. Mine is angled towards himโ still a while's way away. Nishikiyama squints after taking a long, quiet drag of his cigarette. He's thoughtful rather than angry. ]
I just sucked your dick.
[ A reminder to himself as much as it is to Mine. Recapping it, though, offers little answer. He wishes he could be more helpful. After an even inhale, Nishikiyama exhales another silver cloud away from the other's face. His eyes don't leave him, even as his head turns. His throat moves when he swallows. ]
It didn't feel like a mistake.
[ A good sign, isn't it? Neither of them is shooing the other out of the room. Nishikiyama can look at Mine long enough to see that he's searching him for something now. There's almost a shyness to Nishikiyama now, and he watches Mine with harder eyes, wanting him closer to himself. He gives the space beside him a hard pat with his palm rather than spelling things out simply. ]
[ Perplexity colors his face, Mine looks to be contending with frustration when he expels a breath through his nostrils. Nishikiyama's remark burns against the nape of his neck. He's embarrassed that his question has made the other man spell it out, but no, it doesn't feel like a mistakeโ the opposite... ]
I felt good.
[ He admits, but not yet meeting hard eyes, unsure of whether to pose his own words as a compliment. Smoke drifts outside of the corner of his eye and Mine finds himself imagining he'd be able to taste the difference in Nishikiyama's mouth again. Perversely, the idea of kissing him right now seems almost as obscene as the spunk drying against his skin.
The mattress bounces behind him with a pat, he knows that Nishikiyama is asking him to stay. Much in him rallies against the idea, but he did just get to enjoy himself. Mine pulls his legs up onto the bed, shuffling to where Nishikiyama points. In so many words before he's wanted that closeness; his thigh offers itself just like in the car. From the same way up, Mine traces Nishikiyama's physique. He doesn't get to hide his own diffidence when he meets the other's gaze at the end. ]
I've never been with another man. [ And, without saying so, he can't tell if Nishikiyama has. ]
[ Though until now, it'd crossed his mind a couple of times. An inkling had been there, but Nishikiyama had never been given a reason to act. Interesting how easy it'd been for him and Mineโ how easy it'd been for him to even bluff his way through a blowjob.
Seeing Mine as he watches him now, Nishikiyama rolls onto his side. He props his elbow up with one of the pillows. The blankets are neatly draped over his hips. ]
Trying all of the bases out now would've flopped. How long do we even have left for the room?
[ A fleeting thought to eat the meal left on the table passes, but tidying up and reclothing himself pales compared to the idea of simply laying around with Mine a while longer. When he realizes that Mine lacks a cigarette to smoke, Nishikiyama lazily pulls his own from his lips and extends it his way to share. ]
[ Despite saying it first, he doesn't quite know what to say back. For Mine acting on his attraction hadn't come completely out of the blue either. There's relief, frankly, even in that small noise and his brows level somewhat. Heat remains deep beneath his skin, though, knowing Nishikiyama'd sucked him off without any such preface.
Free to watch him get comfortable on the bed, Mine takes in the unaccented curve at Nishikiyama's hip and where muscle drapes from his arm up to his shoulder. Nishikiyama clearly takes care of himself and feeling present to see the details, Mine thinks he's handsome. His gaze splinters off; what's next baseโ After planning meticulously, he may guess at the time. ]
About an hour and a half.
[ As long as they like, if Mine pays. Brushing his fingers against Nishikiyama's hand is easyโhe lingers a little so that it won't be accidentalโwhen Mine takes the cigarette. Here, before he brings it up to his lips to take a drag, his pulse spikes. ]
[ His sureness loses some momentum when he has to repeat himself. His gaze follows the end of Mine's cigarette, though, not minding to share. He feels Mine's fingers still there on his hand even when they aren't touching anymore. ]
An hour and a half's a long time still.
[ Nishikiyama rakes his hair back, remembering that he shouldn't let it fall. He slips further down onto the bed and onto his side while watching Mine smoke. Probably without realizing it, Mine looks like a handsome actor in a TV drama right now. Nishikiyama doesn't tell him. ]
Dinner's not going to be anything like this with the whole Nishikiyama Family there blabbing. If hogging me all to yourself after that clan gathering is what you wanted, you should take as much of me as you can get now.
[ Maybe. Together with that slight touch that lingers, Mine doesn't go on to feel so overstrung. His eyes flicker to the set table, matching a thought to Nishikiyama's reply. They could eat, still. They could stay on the bed for just as long. Instead of deciding, Mine watches Nishikiyama fix his hair.
Mine exhales. The hi-lite smoke itself tastes a lot stronger than trying it on Nishikiyama's tongue, he doesn't like it on its own. Mine holds the cigarette for Nishikiyama to pass it back, and necessarily to be closer again. There's something for him to confirm: ]
That's what I wanted.
[ Just like at the gathering, Mine'll have to sit far awayโ other people in his way. He feels competitive about the prospect even in this sanctuary. ]
I'm enjoying the chance without any interruptions.
[ Nishikiyama leans in close to pluck his cigarette from Mine's fingertips. He smiles to himself some around it; smoke slips through the corners of his mouth. ]
Guess it's easier for you to be honest now, with everything said and done.
[ The blankets shift around him as he moves nearer. He's still laid so bare. After lowering the cigarette and tapping the end against the ashtray he'd fetched earlier, Nishikiyama's eyelashes partially curtain his gaze once it's fixed somewhere on Mine's lips again. ]
[ Though they still hold a distinctive edge, Nishikiyama's remarks begin to cut less. At least Mine has started to imagine it, with Nishikiyama cushioning his smile in curls of smoke. He blinks and takes his eyes up, a glimpse to find Nishikiyama's gaze lowered at him.
The patriarch's observation might have been the last sliver, pointing it out plainly, that lets Mine come to a full stop at his own admission. He shifts, taking some of his weight away from pillows still propped against the headboard in their displayed order. He's desperate to arrive at Nishikiyama's seeming ease. ]
Yeah. I want to keep going.
[ Mine leans further in for a kiss, the fresh presence of burnt tobacco biting in his nostrils. He doesn't mind, now. ]
[ Nishikiyama meets Mine halfway, putting the orange burn of his cigarette out in the same beat. It's easy to slip across the bed because the sheets are silky. The dips and curves of his muscles are accentuated by neighboring lamplight, and Nishikiyama angles himself closer, in towards Mine, with a hand moving to cradle his sharp and square jawline. There's a strange grace to it. When they kiss next, it's as if the moment's being painted deep in, a memory unlikely to ever be forgotten.
One of Nishikiyama's thighs moves over Mine's legs. He tastes Mine's breath and feels his skin under his fingers. His now, rightโ that's what Mine had said to him in the car. That he'd wanted to give himself to him. Nishikiyama breaks the kiss to look down at their bodies. His touch wanders to settle each hand on Mine's chest; he mutters the next part: ]
Not all the way, because I don't know what the hell I'm doing.
[ But he can figure something out. It's easy enough to guess when they're composed of all the same parts. Just to try, Nishikiyama lifts himself a little higher on his knees and slides himself against Mine's cock. He drifts his touch down the grooves of Mine's abs. ]
This is fine though, for now. You could help me take care of it.
[ He idly strokes their dicks together in his hand. ]
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[ Nishikiyama's voice strains by habit; restrained, not wanting to be loud. Small a noise as it may've been, a wash of shame comes over his cheeks and ears. He's yet to creak his eyes open and see Mine there across from himโ paying such close attention. Nishikiyama doesn't know if he can yet. Wrapped in the wet clutch of Mine's grip, his breaths have grown more shaky. His cock, now glistening with Mine's saliva and his precum, spreads the other man's fingers. The slight squeeze of hand soothes an ache and is pleasant around him.
It's so pleasant that Nishikiyama feels anxious. Mine must be thinking something about him now, and he doesn't know what. Not knowing what he's thinking resurfaces a learned stab of fear, and his eyes level upward. They burn. They're accusatory.
...But of what crime? Swallowing down the chance of making more sound, Nishikiyama's gaze catches Mine's with said eyes.
What is he thinking? What is he thinking? Nishikiyama wonders it again and again, but when he can't figure it out, he huffs to sweep Mine closer to himself. He cradles the back of Mine's neck with the clean hand he's left.
All he knows is that he doesn't want to be thought about when he's like this. Nishikiyama doesn't want Mine to think about what his responses mean, either. Thinking that and hurriedly, he forces Mine to kiss him. He tries this to stifle the strange feeling that started to trickle throughโ a fear that's mingled with sexual gratification. ]
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Nishikiyama's gaze falls on him with an intensity he's met, but isn't used to. Confronting it on that short distance chases a mirror of dread down his spine. Mine, surprised by the hand folding against his nape, sucks in breath. For a moment he's left to believe the kiss will simply smother him and he's paralyzed.
Even so, Mine understands that this is where his declaration of loyalty to Nishikiyama is meant to culminate, if only he closes his eyes to his own hesitation and uncertainty. He shuts them, his lips part insteadโ so that Nishikiyama won't see either. Mine's thumb stutters over the tip, picking up motion he'd abandoned. He feels his own pulse compete with the throbbing of Nishikiyama's dick. Beneath his breastbone cowers a noise he might make, but Mine wants it to suffocate. ]
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It's safe, isn't it?
As Mine's ministrations grow more and more concentrated, Nishikiyama sighs shakily into his mouth. The sound is raw but sweet. A sheen of sweat is cast upon him by his heightened temperature, and he's at the cusp of orgasm when he holds onto Mine tightly. He keeps himself grounded that way. Otherwise, his mind will spiral elsewhereโ likely somewhere dark. Not now, though. Nishikiyama holds fast. He shallowly bucks his hips into Mine's fist once without realizing it. His cock twitches demandingly beneath Mine's strokes. ]
More.
[ Almost there. He's about to cum; he could choke on that feeling. He wants Mine to push him over it. ]
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Mine revisits the talk in the car. He's said what he wants, that he wants, plainly.
He has the patriarch's urge slide against his hand, full and imminent. He listens, the demand set in his head rather than Mine's chance to retort admonishment. In between quicker strokes that consider Nishikiyama's length his fingertips nudge at the sensitive band of tissue at his glans. He feels pressure bulge against his digits before white fluid bubbles out. Nishikiyama's cum spurts warm in blots against Mine's abs, unstopped ahead of him cupping his palm over it. Suddenly relinquishing his motions, the rest spreads quickly between his fingers.
Not being touched Mine still feels warmth graze his own thighs. The moment is finite, though. Returning to clarity, he takes mouthfuls of Nishikiyama's heated breath without his tongue in the kiss. They both came, here. Mine feels the mess of it sticking to his body. ]
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It takes him a while to remember. His cock wanes in the other's hand, and his eyes open once more, moving up towards Mine's face to check on him. He doesn't quite pull from him, but his kisses are lazier against Mine's own. Even the taste of tobacco, whose is whose, is hard to distinguish anymore. They just taste like each other now.
Nishikiyama thinks of something to say to Mine: ]
I don't know what's happening anymore. We're both fucking crazy.
[ All of it complaint without any bite. ]
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Right. They're crazy, aren't theyโ he has to wonder if it's ecstasy boring deep into his brain and stimulating, or if he's come to read Nishikiyama's tone just so. The jab doesn't twist his gut. ]
Bossโ
[ Mine hears himself clearly, but at the same time he isn't sure what he hopes to say. Supposedly, they're yakuza, but returning to the conversation in the car is impossible and the distance of any title sounds fraudulent. He winces at how blunt he's being... though, there's unfamiliar relief nestled within it. Brown eyes end up meeting Nishikiyama's, Mine's reply without barb along the edge. ]
I don't know either.
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[ Not really, as long as both of them are caught up in it.
Nishikiyama watches Mine lean back in front of him and squints at him in an almost finicky way. Like a cake that's delicious but too sweet to bite into a second time. He'd been stuck in the haze of the moment earlier, but with the scene around them slowly coming to make sense again, the reality of it sinking in, he can only think that Mine is handsome. Nishikiyama had liked doing what they'd done just now a little too much.
He slides off the sheets with a rustle. One of his hands is still coated in spunk and it takes a lot for him not to flick it off onto the floor out of habit. He's moving toward a tissue box and ashtray that's on a side table inconveniently far from the bed. When he takes both of them in his arms, he moves back to the bed and kicks off his pants. They're just in his way at this point.
His legs hit the mattress again with a bounce. He looks for a cigarette box, only to realize that they're still in his jacket. ]
ใผMine.
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He watches as Nishikiyama gets up. Slivers of red ink inevitably draw his attention. Mine'd found himself with vain, impatient jealousy when he'd first seen the tattoo. He remembers a different angle; the tail cinches his naked waist. Following Nishikiyama proposes a realization Mine is out of time to respond to before he sits back down.
When he can reach for it, Mine quickly crumples a tissue in his hand. There's the empty ashtray and Nishikiyama speaking up; Mine hasn't failed to light his cigarettes once ever since being told to do it. He climbs off the bed, also to strip off his pants and take his lighter, and bending down turns his back to Nishikiyama. Linework traces a single lick of the flames surrounding the chimera down the cleft between his glutes. The serene expression carved into Mine's back is betrayed by his kirin's rearing up its front legs when he comes back up.
He walks to the coat rack. He wants Nishikiyama to see his irezumi before coming back. ]
Here.
[ With a smoke jutting out of the soft pack of hi-lites, Mine stands at the foot the bed. A long pause. His question obviously lingers in the air between them before he asks it. ]
Do you like it?
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How cute that Mine seems to be fishing for a response. There's an innocence there in it, and Nishikiyama's reminded of himself when he'd turned twenty and gotten hisโ ]
Let me see again.
[ There's an unlit cigarette hanging from his lips now. ]
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He turns around again. It's hard to say Mine at twenty was the same, but without doubt he now looks for approval. ]
The design wasn't something I expected.
[ Still, he doesn't sound like he takes issue with the motif. He'd reflected onโthen, rigidlyโNishikiyama sharing his own surprise at his carp. Mine turns his head just slightly, not enough to even see the other man, but intending to meet a reply soon. He concedes in earnest: ]
Nor what he told me about it.
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You'd better put up a good fight with something like that on your back. People will expect you match it.
[ It's praise. ]
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Yes, I'm aware. Carrying that responsibility, [ There are things he's said beforeโ ] I'm committed to putting up a strong fight.
[ Mine's fists clench at this sides, around Nishikiyama's praise. ]
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[ It's good to hear that Mine doesn't intend to stay just for titles alone. Tried and true, any yakuza is only worth as much as their fists. Mine understanding this reality saves him time. ]
โThe Nishikiyama Family's going to need more than just us two to keep our reputation high, but at least it gives us an edge. We just got the recognition for it today, so it's only a matter of time before someone out there tries to take the light off us.
[ Nishikiyama tries looking up at Mine now, wanting him to turn around and face him again. ]
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I intend to consolidate some of our assets, with that our competition. [ Even so Mine's answer comes detached from his thoughts.
What Nishikiyama needs... Despite the reason that follows, the collective Family behind its patriarch, Mine is willing to take it as meaning the man himself. Has their relationship changedโ Of course it has, he catches himself thinking. Standing naked in front of the other man doesn't leave him feeling as exposed as the realization Mine gains, now. A meld of responsibility and personal stakes. He looks at Nishikiyama, beneath his brows drawn tight together the notion smolders in his eyes. ]
There's more I'd like to sayโ [ Innocuous, if not for everything that'd just happened in this room. ] What happens next?
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[ Between them? Today? In this room? Nishikiyama meets Mine's eyes with his own fairly quickly, the connection different than it'd been only just before the drive here. There's a solidarity there. He feels the two of them have become a set even if neither of them has yet to put a label on it. ]
You mean this, orโ?
[ His gaze falls away. Cigarette smoke curls all around Nishikiyama when he makes himself comfortable on the bed. There's room beside him; an obvious gap, which Mine is expected to fill. ]
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Too much smoke drifts in front of his face, but he can see that Nishikiyama favors one side of the bed. Slowly, Mine goes to the other. He sits down, his bodyweight dents the mattress. Though staying on the edge of the bed, he turns in his shoulders to where Nishikiyama sits at the rim of his view. ]
For now. [ Mine aligns himselfโ Then, he thinks better of stifling his thoughts. ] โBetween us?
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I just sucked your dick.
[ A reminder to himself as much as it is to Mine. Recapping it, though, offers little answer. He wishes he could be more helpful. After an even inhale, Nishikiyama exhales another silver cloud away from the other's face. His eyes don't leave him, even as his head turns. His throat moves when he swallows. ]
It didn't feel like a mistake.
[ A good sign, isn't it? Neither of them is shooing the other out of the room. Nishikiyama can look at Mine long enough to see that he's searching him for something now. There's almost a shyness to Nishikiyama now, and he watches Mine with harder eyes, wanting him closer to himself. He gives the space beside him a hard pat with his palm rather than spelling things out simply. ]
โSit over here, Mine.
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I felt good.
[ He admits, but not yet meeting hard eyes, unsure of whether to pose his own words as a compliment. Smoke drifts outside of the corner of his eye and Mine finds himself imagining he'd be able to taste the difference in Nishikiyama's mouth again. Perversely, the idea of kissing him right now seems almost as obscene as the spunk drying against his skin.
The mattress bounces behind him with a pat, he knows that Nishikiyama is asking him to stay. Much in him rallies against the idea, but he did just get to enjoy himself. Mine pulls his legs up onto the bed, shuffling to where Nishikiyama points. In so many words before he's wanted that closeness; his thigh offers itself just like in the car. From the same way up, Mine traces Nishikiyama's physique. He doesn't get to hide his own diffidence when he meets the other's gaze at the end. ]
I've never been with another man. [ And, without saying so, he can't tell if Nishikiyama has. ]
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[ Though until now, it'd crossed his mind a couple of times. An inkling had been there, but Nishikiyama had never been given a reason to act. Interesting how easy it'd been for him and Mineโ how easy it'd been for him to even bluff his way through a blowjob.
Seeing Mine as he watches him now, Nishikiyama rolls onto his side. He props his elbow up with one of the pillows. The blankets are neatly draped over his hips. ]
Trying all of the bases out now would've flopped. How long do we even have left for the room?
[ A fleeting thought to eat the meal left on the table passes, but tidying up and reclothing himself pales compared to the idea of simply laying around with Mine a while longer. When he realizes that Mine lacks a cigarette to smoke, Nishikiyama lazily pulls his own from his lips and extends it his way to share. ]
Sort of want to do it again.
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[ Despite saying it first, he doesn't quite know what to say back. For Mine acting on his attraction hadn't come completely out of the blue either. There's relief, frankly, even in that small noise and his brows level somewhat. Heat remains deep beneath his skin, though, knowing Nishikiyama'd sucked him off without any such preface.
Free to watch him get comfortable on the bed, Mine takes in the unaccented curve at Nishikiyama's hip and where muscle drapes from his arm up to his shoulder. Nishikiyama clearly takes care of himself and feeling present to see the details, Mine thinks he's handsome. His gaze splinters off; what's next baseโ After planning meticulously, he may guess at the time. ]
About an hour and a half.
[ As long as they like, if Mine pays. Brushing his fingers against Nishikiyama's hand is easyโhe lingers a little so that it won't be accidentalโwhen Mine takes the cigarette. Here, before he brings it up to his lips to take a drag, his pulse spikes. ]
โYou'd want to do more?
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[ His sureness loses some momentum when he has to repeat himself. His gaze follows the end of Mine's cigarette, though, not minding to share. He feels Mine's fingers still there on his hand even when they aren't touching anymore. ]
An hour and a half's a long time still.
[ Nishikiyama rakes his hair back, remembering that he shouldn't let it fall. He slips further down onto the bed and onto his side while watching Mine smoke. Probably without realizing it, Mine looks like a handsome actor in a TV drama right now. Nishikiyama doesn't tell him. ]
Dinner's not going to be anything like this with the whole Nishikiyama Family there blabbing. If hogging me all to yourself after that clan gathering is what you wanted, you should take as much of me as you can get now.
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Mine exhales. The hi-lite smoke itself tastes a lot stronger than trying it on Nishikiyama's tongue, he doesn't like it on its own. Mine holds the cigarette for Nishikiyama to pass it back, and necessarily to be closer again. There's something for him to confirm: ]
That's what I wanted.
[ Just like at the gathering, Mine'll have to sit far awayโ other people in his way. He feels competitive about the prospect even in this sanctuary. ]
I'm enjoying the chance without any interruptions.
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[ Nishikiyama leans in close to pluck his cigarette from Mine's fingertips. He smiles to himself some around it; smoke slips through the corners of his mouth. ]
Guess it's easier for you to be honest now, with everything said and done.
[ The blankets shift around him as he moves nearer. He's still laid so bare. After lowering the cigarette and tapping the end against the ashtray he'd fetched earlier, Nishikiyama's eyelashes partially curtain his gaze once it's fixed somewhere on Mine's lips again. ]
I don't mind. You want more?
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The patriarch's observation might have been the last sliver, pointing it out plainly, that lets Mine come to a full stop at his own admission. He shifts, taking some of his weight away from pillows still propped against the headboard in their displayed order. He's desperate to arrive at Nishikiyama's seeming ease. ]
Yeah. I want to keep going.
[ Mine leans further in for a kiss, the fresh presence of burnt tobacco biting in his nostrils. He doesn't mind, now. ]
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One of Nishikiyama's thighs moves over Mine's legs. He tastes Mine's breath and feels his skin under his fingers. His now, rightโ that's what Mine had said to him in the car. That he'd wanted to give himself to him. Nishikiyama breaks the kiss to look down at their bodies. His touch wanders to settle each hand on Mine's chest; he mutters the next part: ]
Not all the way, because I don't know what the hell I'm doing.
[ But he can figure something out. It's easy enough to guess when they're composed of all the same parts. Just to try, Nishikiyama lifts himself a little higher on his knees and slides himself against Mine's cock. He drifts his touch down the grooves of Mine's abs. ]
This is fine though, for now. You could help me take care of it.
[ He idly strokes their dicks together in his hand. ]
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