[ 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. ]
[ Mine is glad that there's no wait. The fabric of the sheets rustles and brushes his legs, tangled in Nishikiyama's movements. In contrast his touch is firm, not painful, but Mine knows where Nishikiyama wants him by it. Their positions like this are precarious. One of Mine's hands settles low against the back of Nishikiyama's neck, where his trapezius begins to reach out to his shoulders and the length of his hair cuts off, holding on.
His legs would easily part to Nishikiyama swinging his over, Mine ready to welcome back some friction against the insides of his thighs. Instead, the weight moving across both together lets him know that Nishikiyama feels possessive in his own right. Brought under, though, Mine watches him pull away. Hands on his chest, deeper breaths shift down below his ribs.
This is better. Nishikiyama releases him from wariness and awkward expectations Mine hadn't been sure of either.
When he sits up further, Mine's hand slips from Nishikiyama's back. Somewhere beneath the sheets he feels up Nishikiyama's leg. Mine utters sound on an exhale with the weight of the other's hips moving against his. His abs tense noticeably under Nishikiyama's fingertips, even if the defined lines from the low light are eclipsed by him on top.
Mine moves his hand to match Nishikiyama's, wont to share touch in the motion. The sensation is different, attention from their strokes not spread evenly, but instead remote friction rubs them together. Eyes still up on Nishikiyama's face, Mine feels flushed by not looking down. ]
From how kissing him had felt to the masculine hands that've found their way on him, Nishikiyama is pleased. Mine's confidence has been drawn out one way or another. He brushes palms with him when they take hold of themselves below, and Nishikiyama doesn't quite look down either. Instead, he smiles. Fleeting, briefโ no longer caught up in the details of what lies beyond this room.
Nishikiyama thumbs the arch of Mine's length as it fills out against him, something akin to affection in his touch. He rocks himself into Mine when he sees him blush, and an unoccupied hand moves to touch Mine's one that's trailing over his leg. He likes it. Feeling wanted this wayโ it's different than when it's with a woman in Kamurocho. Women in Kamurocho are paid to want someone. They absorb, but don't accept. What Nishikiyama sees in Mine's expression isn't that at all. It's the beginning of something dark and deep. Captivating. An ordinary person might fear Mine's intensity, but Nishikiyama finds himself flattered.
His voice scuffs out in what's like a short laugh, but it's not loud. Closing in, Nishikiyama tucks his head closer to Mine's ear. ]
Touch me all you want. [ He tells him.
Nishikiyama kisses the side of Mine's mouth and feels them both getting hard in his palm when he pumps it. ]
[ Nishikiyama's agreement does nothing short of bringing him arousal. Confidence that has been carefully convinced and drawn out finds its recognition further in the other man's smile. Mine's gaze offers that dark intensity here, fixed in shadow.
With his hand opposite, he feels Nishikiyama's length bulge against it. Mine splays his fingers, wanting to catch his fingertips in the gaps. Rocking into their hands together, the space filling and getting tighter, feels more like sex than just being jerked offโ Mine can't quite keep from making a comparison either. He watches Nishikiyama cradle himself, keeping a rhythm. Unlike the women who share a bed with him, even if not for money by design, Nishikiyama's face doesn't become blurred in the motions.
His touch takes over Mine's but doesn't drag him elsewhere. He moves his hand up the other's thigh as soon as Nishikiyama leans in and mutters his permission. The top of Mine's fingernails sweeps against the curve of Nishikiyama's ass. His words catch on the corner of Mine's mouth and he considers being tempted into another kiss by the closeness. At the same time he feels own breath ricochet off of Nishikiyama's cheek, still heavy when it bounces back. ]
[ Nishikiyama's fingers slip through the spaces of Mine's spread apart, and with them, he tangles himself with him further. He doesn't realize that he's fallen and ensnared within the clutch of Mine's gazeโ shadows of which could easily swallow him whole. He could be Mine's object of affection, and not even begin to understand the weight. Being wanted, though, desired and admired; to Nishikiyama, Mine gives something that he's needed for some time.
With Mine provoked past a point Nishikiyama had thought him capable, it's only natural that his face would betray him. Sharp and hard features give, and Nishikiyama is softer. Nails rake over his rearโ a firm voice enjoins rather than requests. Nishikiyama's pulse spikes with arousal. All the same, he feels his face wash with heat.
This, he thinks. This side of you, he thinks. His tongue is thick and he doesn't find the words. He doesn't answer him. Nishikiyama drapes himself against Mine to lay himself flush. When Nishikiyama realizes he's taking too long to respond, he tries to fill the silence with anything other than his self-indulgent sighs. ]
What's gotten into youโ
[ But there's no mistaking that he likes it. Pitiful lust throbs under the ministrations of their shared grip. He fucks thoughtlessly into the opening of it, alongside Mine's. After collecting himself enough to find the foundations of a glare, he dips his head back to kiss his Mine outright. His hand squeezes the one that's on his ass. ]
[ Mine's gaze is unrelenting and within it he finds himself looking at Nishikiyama in a trance of his own making. Desire and admiration are nestled in it and drape over the softness revealed in the other's expression, while Mine's look remains dark and consuming. His breathing, just like Nishikiyama's, is there to feed the gap left in their dialogue.
The answer Nishikiyama leaves unspoken is what Mine wants to hear: being wanted, any part of him. He's said so, asked for it, offered. He drifts away from the confession, sliding his cock against Nishikiyama's and his hand. His chest rises up against the weight on top, a hard sigh of his own when they squeeze the space between them tighter. Heat spreads across his body where the two of them touch, everywhere.
Mine's eyes fill with intensity, replying to Nishikiyama therein before he can think of it or balk at the question. This, Mine echoes in silence, this moment.
His dick aches with the arousal pooling below his waist when Nishikiyama fucks against him harder. Ambiguity and a guiding hand let his digits dig into muscle, cupping Nishikiyama's cheek. Mine's thumb rolls skin and little fat between his fingers. His eyelids flutter, obscuring his glare. He wants to stay in the kiss and finally suffocate doubt with it, Mine sucks on breath tasting of the cigarette they'd just had. Slowly, his hips also pump into their strokes. ]
[ Mine's grip kneads his ass and Nishikiyama cracks in his arms. The silence that follows is his own fault, but the depth of the gaze across him is answer enough. They're thinking the same thing, probably. As the two of them thrust into the space left within their hands, Nishikiyama's eyes, though shut, roll back in their sockets. A hard orgasm hits him and he ejaculates over the top of Mine's closed fist. His tongue still in his mouth; senses electric. ]
H-haa,...!
[ Nishikiyama's body tightens and releases. Muscles twist. It's embarrassing to be the first to cum, but he doesn't mind when he opens his eyes and Mine is still there wanting him for it all. Oh, how he's found himself caught in the scope of Mine's fixation. He's made a mess of himself and it turns him on to think about. Breaking their kiss for air, Nishikiyama's load drips along the knuckles of Mine's clutch. ]
[ He feels Nishikiyama tense before rolling into his release. His cock throbs against Mine's hand, where he can only crudely drag his thumb along his own length, before Nishikiyama's load spills over his fingers. The moan vibrates on his lips, paralyzing their bodies rocking against each other. Nishikiyama pulls away for air, but Mine is panting openly having felt himself approach climax and not wanting to delay it. ]
Moreโ
[ He echoes from before. Looking up, Nishikiyama quickly soft again but his face further flushed with arousal, Mine still clutches his body. His eyes are hard, they want to reel Nishikiyama's catch in and not just trap it. So, he repeats his ministrations. What a mess they make. Nishikiyama's cum spreads between their hands. Rather than wanting to clean it off himself Mine keeps thrusting his hips; it won't need much of that for him to come to his end. ]
[ Enclosed within the grip and with Mine still stroking and thrusting, Nishikiyama's climaxing body jerks with sharp overstimulation. He chokes a sound back when his release is drawn out furtherโ sensations peaking stronger and the throbs of pleasure resounding deeper in his blood. More cum than before erupts from the top, and the desperate sounds of them frotting so close together become all the more obscene in his ears. Though his face winces in a rare moment of submission, Nishikiyama watches Mine. By comparison, his gaze has been melted, different than the steely burn that lingers steadfastly in Mine's own.
It feels good, but Nishikiyama's body now pangs to demand a slower pace. With another raw moan, Nishikiyama fails to protest properly and instead lets himself stay in Mine's tightly gripping hands. His muscles are loose and they buzz with overwhelming pleasure. Lacking the will to stop him, he's Mine's to use as the other thrusts his way to an orgasm. Nishikiyama lulls his head against the top of his own shoulder while admiring how Mine looks when he wants him. He wants to burn it into his memory. What's happening between them now is like a fever dream. Catching glimpse downward, he doesn't know what's his and what isn't when Mine pumps and keeps them wrapped flush together below; his cock just aches and ejaculates helplessly.
[ The way Nishikiyama writhes above him, overwrought and compliant, collides with his senses in a daze. Mine keeps going, shoving himself against waning resistance until his body spasms with Nishikiyama laying on top of him. His thighs tremble and tense under the other man's straddle. There's less but Mine ejaculates in Nishikiyama's hand for the second time this way, mixing with cum and sweat already there. Now also spilled between them and spent, he readily slows down to a rhythm Nishikiyama's wanted much sooner. Catching sight of Nishikiyama watching him, head inclined, permeates the keen look on his face.
Mine blinks away languidly. He turns his head against the pillows behind him where warm breath grazes his shoulder. Urged by sensitivity netted across his body, he still arches into Nishikiyama's movement. As soon as the rush of his orgasm dissipates, though, Mine feels uniquely exposed. A yearning had broken free of his mind before he even knew it'd meet same intentโ Nishikiyama stands over him as shelter.
Remembering his hand there, Mine kneads his ass idly. ]
[ Nishikiyama's breathing stays heavy. As Mine relents post-climax, he reads his expression even as the other man looks away and lets his head lay back. The tempo of Nishikiyama's panting pauses with a short swallow, an attempt to slow his heart rate and still lingering buzz of release. He remembers where Mine's hand is when he squeezes his rear. Nishikiyama shifts on top, rebuilding what Mine had snapped and collecting himself over him. Two arms reposition to cage the other down over his shoulders, and Nishikiyama averts an indiscernible gaze off to the side. ]
You were different that time.
[ It's easy for him to lower the side of his cheek down somewhere over Mine's steeply rising and falling clavicle. Like that, though, he frowns when he realizes they both smell like sex now. It's something they technically hadn't had, and yet are stuck in the aftermath of. Nishikiyama minds that less than he'd imagined he would. He feels together with Mine; far less alone than he'd felt during today's gathering of yakuza in the assembly hall. He can't trust it for sure, but he senses Mine feels the same way.
He doesn't know what to make of it. Whether or not he should be relieved or on edge by it. ]
[ Not soon enough to calm down completely, Mine finds himself synching with Nishikiyama's breath in and out. He wants to recoil from judgment, that's Mine's instinct first when the other pushes up to place certain distance between them. Puffs of his exhale meet the pulse point at Nishikiyama's wrist. His observation is vagueโdecidedly, Mine thinksโit's barely enough that he looks away. Mine's gaze slips into the space between them. He also swallows before he speaks. Mine breathes in scent of the products that fix Nishikiyama's hair, momentarily overwhelming his senses to the odor trapped with the spunk on his hand. ]
This felt different.
[ Clearly. Raw, even just on a physical scale. Mine's reply flutters between leaving his remark and offering an explanation clumsily. The image remains of Nishikiyama's body twisting to meet pleasure; it could be that neither of them realize the impact of his ask earlier on. Nonetheless Mine'd acted on it, savoring intimacy, a thought that roils in his mind when he has it. He isn't sure, if he can admit to feeling vulnerable because of it.
Even when they are alone, Mine's thoughts arrive back at the question of what comes next in the scope of the Nishikiyama Family. His hand at Nishikiyama's backside settles motionless ]
[ Nishikiyama's question pokes around for the same specifics, but from his end of things. As the hand on his glute stops squeezing him, his eyes sort of flicker back over his shoulder to wonder why. Opposite of Mine, the Nishikiyama Family is the last thing on his mindโ he's still caught up in all the physicality right in front of him. ]
I don't see you like that a lot.
[ Nishikiyama comments. He keeps himself propped where he is but reaches for the tissue box to wipe up with. ]
[ Nishikiyama's question fans out of its ambit and Mine isn't sure what his answer should be. It's not that it wasn't, so what if he just agreesโ still, Mine waits for a less ambiguous reply. One that doesn't come, what Nishikiyama adds just leaves him feeling more evasive. Insight into how others truly perceive him isn't something Mine gets often, not until now. ]
Yeah.
[ He mutters, but decides. Following Nishikiyama's glance over his shoulder, a way to skirt meeting him again too soon, Mine's snags on the implication. His hand moves along the curve, settling new on Nishikiyama's buttock. He ends up thinking. ]
Like... [ โhe ponders how to phrase it. ] I gave you a lot of reasons not to be upfront with me before. You'd usually hesitate more to act than you just did.
[ But it's not surprising. Holding someone at the end of a gun or smacking him around now and then hadn't exactly been welcoming. Nishikiyama thinks that it probably isn't pleasant for Mine to remember. Enough so that it has him wondering how things had come to be this way between them at all. ]
It's crazy that you'd want me after everything. I think I'd hate me, and I wonder why you don't.
[ Mine wonders if only criticism is to come his way, he does poorly reading Nishikiyama's tone now. He might call him weird and fucked up in so many ways; not until recently should he even have had reason to draw nearer. Mine did all that time, though.
Impersonality and rigidity usually cower behind his hesitation, but getting as they are doesn't allow for either. Is Nishikiyama looking for an explanation to how he acted or even something to absolve himselfโ his apparent conclusion makes Mine uneasy but he looks up, unsure of when he'd turned his head back. ]
When you said that you want me, I felt the same, wondering why.
[ It makes sense considering. Nishikiyama had always been hot and coldโ pushing Mine away about as often as he'd pulled him in. What Nishikiyama had wanted from him hadn't entirely made sense to he himself, either.
Nishikiyama dips his hand down to wipe up the mess between them with a sheet of tissue paper. He's thoughtfully quiet before he speaks again. ]
Yeah, though. I think we are; it means both of us are probably not sure what's going to happen from here on.
[ He side eyes Mine. ]
โYou're not as bad as I am. You seem too tired of it all to be as pissed.
[ Mine's uncertainty suddenly resolves when the longer silence Nishikiyama leaves after his question reveals itself as reflection and not judgment. Nothing had yet been so clear, maybe because Mine himself hasn't been. Sharing what he thinks of the two of them seems right only now. ]
It feels unpredictable.
[ He agrees, neither of them really know, though what'd led to Mine asking before turns into strange comfort this time. He doesn't flee from Nishikiyama's glance because of it.
If they are similar, there's also vigor to Mine's anger. Still, he thinks on Nishikiyama's remark. ]
Maybe I don't show itโ [ Many things disappear behind his stoic expression. ] That doesn't mean I'm not familiar with the frustration.
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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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His legs would easily part to Nishikiyama swinging his over, Mine ready to welcome back some friction against the insides of his thighs. Instead, the weight moving across both together lets him know that Nishikiyama feels possessive in his own right. Brought under, though, Mine watches him pull away. Hands on his chest, deeper breaths shift down below his ribs.
This is better. Nishikiyama releases him from wariness and awkward expectations Mine hadn't been sure of either.
When he sits up further, Mine's hand slips from Nishikiyama's back. Somewhere beneath the sheets he feels up Nishikiyama's leg. Mine utters sound on an exhale with the weight of the other's hips moving against his. His abs tense noticeably under Nishikiyama's fingertips, even if the defined lines from the low light are eclipsed by him on top.
Mine moves his hand to match Nishikiyama's, wont to share touch in the motion. The sensation is different, attention from their strokes not spread evenly, but instead remote friction rubs them together. Eyes still up on Nishikiyama's face, Mine feels flushed by not looking down. ]
It's goodโ [ โhe manages. ]
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From how kissing him had felt to the masculine hands that've found their way on him, Nishikiyama is pleased. Mine's confidence has been drawn out one way or another. He brushes palms with him when they take hold of themselves below, and Nishikiyama doesn't quite look down either. Instead, he smiles. Fleeting, briefโ no longer caught up in the details of what lies beyond this room.
Nishikiyama thumbs the arch of Mine's length as it fills out against him, something akin to affection in his touch. He rocks himself into Mine when he sees him blush, and an unoccupied hand moves to touch Mine's one that's trailing over his leg. He likes it. Feeling wanted this wayโ it's different than when it's with a woman in Kamurocho. Women in Kamurocho are paid to want someone. They absorb, but don't accept. What Nishikiyama sees in Mine's expression isn't that at all. It's the beginning of something dark and deep. Captivating. An ordinary person might fear Mine's intensity, but Nishikiyama finds himself flattered.
His voice scuffs out in what's like a short laugh, but it's not loud. Closing in, Nishikiyama tucks his head closer to Mine's ear. ]
Touch me all you want. [ He tells him.
Nishikiyama kisses the side of Mine's mouth and feels them both getting hard in his palm when he pumps it. ]
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With his hand opposite, he feels Nishikiyama's length bulge against it. Mine splays his fingers, wanting to catch his fingertips in the gaps. Rocking into their hands together, the space filling and getting tighter, feels more like sex than just being jerked offโ Mine can't quite keep from making a comparison either. He watches Nishikiyama cradle himself, keeping a rhythm. Unlike the women who share a bed with him, even if not for money by design, Nishikiyama's face doesn't become blurred in the motions.
His touch takes over Mine's but doesn't drag him elsewhere. He moves his hand up the other's thigh as soon as Nishikiyama leans in and mutters his permission. The top of Mine's fingernails sweeps against the curve of Nishikiyama's ass. His words catch on the corner of Mine's mouth and he considers being tempted into another kiss by the closeness. At the same time he feels own breath ricochet off of Nishikiyama's cheek, still heavy when it bounces back. ]
Tell me what you like.
[ Mine feels emboldened to fulfil it. ]
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With Mine provoked past a point Nishikiyama had thought him capable, it's only natural that his face would betray him. Sharp and hard features give, and Nishikiyama is softer. Nails rake over his rearโ a firm voice enjoins rather than requests. Nishikiyama's pulse spikes with arousal. All the same, he feels his face wash with heat.
This, he thinks. This side of you, he thinks. His tongue is thick and he doesn't find the words. He doesn't answer him. Nishikiyama drapes himself against Mine to lay himself flush. When Nishikiyama realizes he's taking too long to respond, he tries to fill the silence with anything other than his self-indulgent sighs. ]
What's gotten into youโ
[ But there's no mistaking that he likes it. Pitiful lust throbs under the ministrations of their shared grip. He fucks thoughtlessly into the opening of it, alongside Mine's. After collecting himself enough to find the foundations of a glare, he dips his head back to kiss his Mine outright. His hand squeezes the one that's on his ass. ]
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The answer Nishikiyama leaves unspoken is what Mine wants to hear: being wanted, any part of him. He's said so, asked for it, offered. He drifts away from the confession, sliding his cock against Nishikiyama's and his hand. His chest rises up against the weight on top, a hard sigh of his own when they squeeze the space between them tighter. Heat spreads across his body where the two of them touch, everywhere.
Mine's eyes fill with intensity, replying to Nishikiyama therein before he can think of it or balk at the question. This, Mine echoes in silence, this moment.
His dick aches with the arousal pooling below his waist when Nishikiyama fucks against him harder. Ambiguity and a guiding hand let his digits dig into muscle, cupping Nishikiyama's cheek. Mine's thumb rolls skin and little fat between his fingers. His eyelids flutter, obscuring his glare. He wants to stay in the kiss and finally suffocate doubt with it, Mine sucks on breath tasting of the cigarette they'd just had. Slowly, his hips also pump into their strokes. ]
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H-haa,...!
[ Nishikiyama's body tightens and releases. Muscles twist. It's embarrassing to be the first to cum, but he doesn't mind when he opens his eyes and Mine is still there wanting him for it all. Oh, how he's found himself caught in the scope of Mine's fixation. He's made a mess of himself and it turns him on to think about. Breaking their kiss for air, Nishikiyama's load drips along the knuckles of Mine's clutch. ]
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Moreโ
[ He echoes from before. Looking up, Nishikiyama quickly soft again but his face further flushed with arousal, Mine still clutches his body. His eyes are hard, they want to reel Nishikiyama's catch in and not just trap it. So, he repeats his ministrations. What a mess they make. Nishikiyama's cum spreads between their hands. Rather than wanting to clean it off himself Mine keeps thrusting his hips; it won't need much of that for him to come to his end. ]
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[ Enclosed within the grip and with Mine still stroking and thrusting, Nishikiyama's climaxing body jerks with sharp overstimulation. He chokes a sound back when his release is drawn out furtherโ sensations peaking stronger and the throbs of pleasure resounding deeper in his blood. More cum than before erupts from the top, and the desperate sounds of them frotting so close together become all the more obscene in his ears. Though his face winces in a rare moment of submission, Nishikiyama watches Mine. By comparison, his gaze has been melted, different than the steely burn that lingers steadfastly in Mine's own.
It feels good, but Nishikiyama's body now pangs to demand a slower pace. With another raw moan, Nishikiyama fails to protest properly and instead lets himself stay in Mine's tightly gripping hands. His muscles are loose and they buzz with overwhelming pleasure. Lacking the will to stop him, he's Mine's to use as the other thrusts his way to an orgasm. Nishikiyama lulls his head against the top of his own shoulder while admiring how Mine looks when he wants him. He wants to burn it into his memory. What's happening between them now is like a fever dream. Catching glimpse downward, he doesn't know what's his and what isn't when Mine pumps and keeps them wrapped flush together below; his cock just aches and ejaculates helplessly.
Nishikiyama gives a tired squirm. ]
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[ The way Nishikiyama writhes above him, overwrought and compliant, collides with his senses in a daze. Mine keeps going, shoving himself against waning resistance until his body spasms with Nishikiyama laying on top of him. His thighs tremble and tense under the other man's straddle. There's less but Mine ejaculates in Nishikiyama's hand for the second time this way, mixing with cum and sweat already there. Now also spilled between them and spent, he readily slows down to a rhythm Nishikiyama's wanted much sooner. Catching sight of Nishikiyama watching him, head inclined, permeates the keen look on his face.
Mine blinks away languidly. He turns his head against the pillows behind him where warm breath grazes his shoulder. Urged by sensitivity netted across his body, he still arches into Nishikiyama's movement. As soon as the rush of his orgasm dissipates, though, Mine feels uniquely exposed. A yearning had broken free of his mind before he even knew it'd meet same intentโ Nishikiyama stands over him as shelter.
Remembering his hand there, Mine kneads his ass idly. ]
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You were different that time.
[ It's easy for him to lower the side of his cheek down somewhere over Mine's steeply rising and falling clavicle. Like that, though, he frowns when he realizes they both smell like sex now. It's something they technically hadn't had, and yet are stuck in the aftermath of. Nishikiyama minds that less than he'd imagined he would. He feels together with Mine; far less alone than he'd felt during today's gathering of yakuza in the assembly hall. He can't trust it for sure, but he senses Mine feels the same way.
He doesn't know what to make of it. Whether or not he should be relieved or on edge by it. ]
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This felt different.
[ Clearly. Raw, even just on a physical scale. Mine's reply flutters between leaving his remark and offering an explanation clumsily. The image remains of Nishikiyama's body twisting to meet pleasure; it could be that neither of them realize the impact of his ask earlier on. Nonetheless Mine'd acted on it, savoring intimacy, a thought that roils in his mind when he has it. He isn't sure, if he can admit to feeling vulnerable because of it.
Even when they are alone, Mine's thoughts arrive back at the question of what comes next in the scope of the Nishikiyama Family. His hand at Nishikiyama's backside settles motionless ]
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[ Nishikiyama's question pokes around for the same specifics, but from his end of things. As the hand on his glute stops squeezing him, his eyes sort of flicker back over his shoulder to wonder why. Opposite of Mine, the Nishikiyama Family is the last thing on his mindโ he's still caught up in all the physicality right in front of him. ]
I don't see you like that a lot.
[ Nishikiyama comments. He keeps himself propped where he is but reaches for the tissue box to wipe up with. ]
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Yeah.
[ He mutters, but decides. Following Nishikiyama's glance over his shoulder, a way to skirt meeting him again too soon, Mine's snags on the implication. His hand moves along the curve, settling new on Nishikiyama's buttock. He ends up thinking. ]
What do you mean by that?
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[ But it's not surprising. Holding someone at the end of a gun or smacking him around now and then hadn't exactly been welcoming. Nishikiyama thinks that it probably isn't pleasant for Mine to remember. Enough so that it has him wondering how things had come to be this way between them at all. ]
It's crazy that you'd want me after everything. I think I'd hate me, and I wonder why you don't.
[ Nishikiyama squints with contemplation. ]
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Impersonality and rigidity usually cower behind his hesitation, but getting as they are doesn't allow for either. Is Nishikiyama looking for an explanation to how he acted or even something to absolve himselfโ his apparent conclusion makes Mine uneasy but he looks up, unsure of when he'd turned his head back. ]
When you said that you want me, I felt the same, wondering why.
[ Nishikiyama hasn't rejected his persistence. ]
I believe we're alike.
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[ It makes sense considering. Nishikiyama had always been hot and coldโ pushing Mine away about as often as he'd pulled him in. What Nishikiyama had wanted from him hadn't entirely made sense to he himself, either.
Nishikiyama dips his hand down to wipe up the mess between them with a sheet of tissue paper. He's thoughtfully quiet before he speaks again. ]
Yeah, though. I think we are; it means both of us are probably not sure what's going to happen from here on.
[ He side eyes Mine. ]
โYou're not as bad as I am. You seem too tired of it all to be as pissed.
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It feels unpredictable.
[ He agrees, neither of them really know, though what'd led to Mine asking before turns into strange comfort this time. He doesn't flee from Nishikiyama's glance because of it.
If they are similar, there's also vigor to Mine's anger. Still, he thinks on Nishikiyama's remark. ]
Maybe I don't show itโ [ Many things disappear behind his stoic expression. ] That doesn't mean I'm not familiar with the frustration.
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