[ He enjoys the touch and it feels good, but his senses are so numb and slowed that he knows, instinctively, it's not enough stimulation to fill him out. Why now? Why when they've decided they want to go ahead and get it out of the way? His smile fades to a frustrated expression of focus, and as Mine pleasures him, he shuts his eyes to try and soak up the physical sensation. A poor choice, considering. Once his lids are shut, it's hard to open them again. Still, he sucks in through his teethโ tries making some sounds to get both of them more into it.
He's so stubborn. Nishikiyama feels for Mine's cock and holds it in his palm, rubbing its base and stroking it from the root up with his fingertips. They're going to fuck tonight. He swivels the glans. ]
Come on...
[ Nishikiyama mutters it slurred. He and Mine are going to fuck tonight. They're going to... ]
[ Mine'd wavered briefly, so that now not even thinking about how to do it is blissful. It's only until that same nonchalance and heady ambition, alcohol-fuelled, reveals itself as the very thing that keeps real sex from happening. He can guess Nishikiyama's frustration even through a thick haze of intoxication, and then have it reach him as well. Nishikiyama's hand tugs on his dick, a graceless descriptor for the way his ministrations provoke nothing at all. ]
Nh.
[ He also makes noise, to argue that he wants what they're trying. Mine watches Nishikiyama move with eyelids shut; he himself blinks slowly. He opens his eyes again, having the sense that only seconds have passed. Each one, though, really leads him away further till there's but Mine's final attempt to stay awake.
He drank too much. Mine knows; a new headache stays faint until he moves. Strands of his hair've come down over his forehead, and shuffling under the sheetsโafter getting up once, he's gotten under themโlets him know he's naked. Conscious thought begins here, before Mine skips to questions of where he is and why, he sees Nishikiyama's silhouette near him. He's turned away; they didn't sleep facing each other. This is where he throws anchor to orient himself. His body aches. His middle, actually. It's what startles him just after he's woken up relatively peacefully. Mine doesn't remember falling asleep despite that, even less what preceded it. Marbled by a desire that'd accompanied him into the evening, he jumps to that one immediatelyโ Did they fuck?
Discomfort digs a hard knuckle beneath his belly button. Mine pulls his knee up, only far enough to roll onto his side. To see if it hurts. Doing it slowly makes him nervous. He's struck with dreaded uncertainty, with nauseaโhis hangover. But nothing else. 6:19. Mine tiredly reads the alarm clock on Nishikiyama's nightstand. He doubts that it'll go off any time soon. ]
[ Even at this hour, there's evidence in the bedroom that Nishikiyama had already been awake at some pointโ by the green bottle of anti-nausea supplement on the nightstand and half-finished Pocari Sweat. He'd already pondered the same thing around 4 in the morning but decided he hadn't cared enough to make a scene or wake Mine up to ask about it. On Nishikiyama's end of the bed, he's got some of the bedsheets wrapped around himself with a train tailing from his lower back. The fabric tugs across the surface of linen when he hears Mine stir. He's a fairly light sleeper these days.
His eyebrows twitch and his knees pull up some, but he doesn't want to open his eyes. He listens, though, studying how Mine will digest the scene placed around him. ]
[ Mine takes in those flakes of information slowly, when tension towards something that hadn't even happened releases him. There's another way it still might've gone; he ignores the prospect for now. When Nishikiyama stirs is when Mine realizes he wants to wake him less than he wants an answer. He puts his feet on the ground, weight on the bed shifting necessarily. No rug, no artwork on the walls; he remembers that the kitchen and living room match. Nishikiyama won't hear the conclusion of his judgment, only that Mine finally gets up, goes around the room to collect his own remnants. Whatever else the other infers from it, Mine's made the decision to leave quickly.
He doesn't feel good (yet) about digging through Nishikiyama's things, but by that way he finds pen and paper in some drawer in another room. Mine leaves his note on the same surface above: Good morning. Thank you for the invitation yesterday. To be found later. ]
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[ He enjoys the touch and it feels good, but his senses are so numb and slowed that he knows, instinctively, it's not enough stimulation to fill him out. Why now? Why when they've decided they want to go ahead and get it out of the way? His smile fades to a frustrated expression of focus, and as Mine pleasures him, he shuts his eyes to try and soak up the physical sensation. A poor choice, considering. Once his lids are shut, it's hard to open them again. Still, he sucks in through his teethโ tries making some sounds to get both of them more into it.
He's so stubborn. Nishikiyama feels for Mine's cock and holds it in his palm, rubbing its base and stroking it from the root up with his fingertips. They're going to fuck tonight. He swivels the glans. ]
Come on...
[ Nishikiyama mutters it slurred. He and Mine are going to fuck tonight. They're going to... ]
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Nh.
[ He also makes noise, to argue that he wants what they're trying. Mine watches Nishikiyama move with eyelids shut; he himself blinks slowly. He opens his eyes again, having the sense that only seconds have passed. Each one, though, really leads him away further till there's but Mine's final attempt to stay awake.
He drank too much. Mine knows; a new headache stays faint until he moves. Strands of his hair've come down over his forehead, and shuffling under the sheetsโafter getting up once, he's gotten under themโlets him know he's naked. Conscious thought begins here, before Mine skips to questions of where he is and why, he sees Nishikiyama's silhouette near him. He's turned away; they didn't sleep facing each other. This is where he throws anchor to orient himself. His body aches. His middle, actually. It's what startles him just after he's woken up relatively peacefully. Mine doesn't remember falling asleep despite that, even less what preceded it. Marbled by a desire that'd accompanied him into the evening, he jumps to that one immediatelyโ Did they fuck?
Discomfort digs a hard knuckle beneath his belly button. Mine pulls his knee up, only far enough to roll onto his side. To see if it hurts. Doing it slowly makes him nervous. He's struck with dreaded uncertainty, with nauseaโhis hangover. But nothing else. 6:19. Mine tiredly reads the alarm clock on Nishikiyama's nightstand. He doubts that it'll go off any time soon. ]
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His eyebrows twitch and his knees pull up some, but he doesn't want to open his eyes. He listens, though, studying how Mine will digest the scene placed around him. ]
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He doesn't feel good
(yet)about digging through Nishikiyama's things, but by that way he finds pen and paper in some drawer in another room. Mine leaves his note on the same surface above: Good morning. Thank you for the invitation yesterday. To be found later. ]