[ Mine aims not to flinch from further touch and follow the trail of Nishikiyama's fingers instead. How does he find time to talk in between kissing him? The obsessional idea, that the other might be doing less than he can takes hold briefly. Recognizing his own deprivation, thoughโself-madeโMine shuts his eyes to sudden impatience.
He tries leaning into the different angle, hands on his body from behind. It feels good to hear what Nishikiyama admits. It's comforting, when Mine can say the same without sinking himself into hesitancy, trying to word his own confession. ]
I feel the same, I like when we're alone.
[ Another, maybe last, attempt to rescind his leaving without a wordโ just, this time, Mine foregoes getting into his own head over sliding his cock against Nishikiyama's palm. Invisibly thin hairs on his neck'd raised up. He lifts his hips to comply, and his knees shuffle to match the creases Nishikiyama's made on top of the sheets. ]
[ Nishikiyama adjusts behind Mine as he raises himself. The hand that'd squeezed his ass moves for the small bottle of lubricant set out for them, taking it and popping the lid off with the edge of his fingernail. He moves his other hand slowly along the shaft of his cock now, building on his arousal. There's only a pause when lubricant is lightly poured into the gap between where he's being touched. The strokes glide with ease at that. Nishikiyama learns there's a warmth to the lubricant that comes with friction. Heat collects where he squeezes. ]
I want more this time.
[ The pace is slow and Nishikiyama milks Mine out. There's yet an intent to get him off. It's all teasing. Heavy and deliberate. His eyes watch how Mine might react. Does he understand what it means to continue? To hint, he thumbs some of Mine's ass cheek to the side. ]
[ Two weeks ago they'd both said that neither'd been with a man before and reached the limits they concludedโ Mine's experience hasn't changed since. It's better this time, though, everything more deliberate when the hotel provides all that they need. Mine feels himself getting hard, coaxed by tingling warmth. It's in part the lube, in part Nishikiyama's single-minded intention that makes him rise quickly. His abs tense, so he's probably already leaking, dribbling onto the bed from the position he's in. A thought Mine approaches with a seemingly sober mind, but Nishikiyama pumping him sends a wave of heat below his waistline.
His hips tilt the other way, reflexive to the thumb caressing the inside of his cheek. He peeks back over his shoulder when Nishikiyama clears up his aim and a question flutters in his gaze. Sort of, remnant of him roundabout asking what Nishikiyama sucking his dick'd even meant. Now Mine understands, but he flushes. ]
[ Acceptance. Nishikiyama hadn't expected otherwise. He'd known Mine, as he should, had been focusing on preparing himself for the coliseum. By now, that sort of obsessive behavior towards a goal had made itself clear. All the same, Nishikiyama had remembered what their excursions together had been like. What both of them wanted. If Mine hadn't known either, then Nishikiyama would find out. By all means had he hated the idea of staying confused. ]
Just think about me.
[ His mouth presses to the back of Mine's leg, kissing it. While the cock in his hand fills out against his pumps, Nishikiyama smoothly turns his wrist about the rose-flushed head to spoil it. He gropes the mounds of Mine's ass again, fingers splayed across muscle. He won't rush this, he thinksโ he'll ease further into it once Mine's less anxious and inclined. Stripes of lube now glisten on Mine's skin, where his fingertips had squeezed, and on the legs of the shining beneath. ]
[ It's an obsessive behaviour that would have liked to be prepared, not just for the ring. So, Mine feels left up in the air by Nishikiyama's answer. His stomach clenches. A cold twinge washes over him instead of the flush on his face. His natural defenses aren't made to smile at discomfort and he has to look away. Mine's head sinks below his shoulders and those tense to hold himself up. Not in his knees; this is where Nishikiyama's initiative makes him feel weak. ]
Ahโ
[ Mine's words are stifled by his lips and the subtle graze of his teeth on the back of his thigh. Sensitive there and rarely ever touched, he can't break away from the offer Nishikiyama'd pointedly made him. With warm spots of contact left in the splay of Nishikiyama's fingerprints kneading his ass, he stares unfocused at the satin wrinkles of the sheets. Despite how vulnerable he feels, with Nishikiyama's hand there to expose him, Mine rocks into his palm in front. He's trapping himself in another kind of tension. Last time, with the heat come from chanced friction, his tip glides beneath Nishikiyama's ministrations easily this time. To match the motions, his breath quickens. ]
It feels good. [ Mine admits, maybe a bit self-soothing. ]
[ It means he's doing things right. Mine's hips rock for his grip, and the lubricant lining his cock expulses a raw and wet sound. This time, they're more used to each other. He finds there's less to be embarrassed about when he remembers that now's just a continuation of what he'd wanted to try then. Nishikiyama tightens the circle he'd shaped between his index and thumb. A tighter hug on the glans as he jacks him off. The other hand wanders down Mine's leg. ]
What do you think about when you're alone?
[ Nishikiyama pulls Mine's mind deeper into the dark. Rather than leave him room to stay nervous, he'll override it with things normally left unsaid. His eyes go to Mine's shoulder, wondering if he has enough courage to look back at him while answering. He strokes Mine faster than before to force his honesty. ]
[ Mine knows heat rising above his neck. He's embarrassed, no conversation'd ever moved there before. His gaze strays sideways, not far enough back to see unless Nishikiyama leans over his shoulder. His cock aches, filling out against the ring Nishikiyama shapes with his fingers. Mine doesn't want him to go faster. ]
...Past experiences.
[ Clipped. Anytime he'd felt good. Recently, he's thought about Nishikiyama sucking him off. Sloppy when etched against any other time Mine can remember, he can't rewatch the scene with Nishikiyama's eyes up on him, so it fades out above his lips hanging parted. Still, the heavier grip to finish him off is his. Mine eases into a memory that concludes with his climax and the idea, that now's barely any different. He pants, eyes shutting but unable to keep his time alone from colliding with the present. His grip crumples the top layer of sheets beneath his fingers. Mine attempting his own pace against Nishikiyama's hand builds more of that wet sound. ]
[ Mine's train of thought drifts accordingly. The teasing around the upper half of his dick rescinds itself some, the band made by Nishikiyama's thumb and index dipping back down to catch the full length again. Mine is thick, though. Nishikiyama had been caught in a haze at first and not paid it too much mind or acknowledgment. The notice had only rang a few times nowโ the same moment Mine thinks of when he'd had it in his mouth, and now, when the girth wedges the intended tightness of his hand. It's sexy.
Nishikiyama is looking now, and he turns Mine over like a page in a book. It's not rough or fast, just easy. He doesn't care if Mine's too embarrassed to look back at him. He wants to admire his body at a better angle. ]
Like what?
[ Nishikiyama is curious as to what past experiences Mine's had that stick out. The answer he'd been given verbally isn't enough, and as a patriarch, he can enjoy the power dynamic of getting to fish for more. Strangely, he isn't cornering Mine for a specific way to respond, and he lowers down to suck on Mine's upper row of abs, nose tucked just below the swell of his prominent chest.
The things that arouse him now, he finds, are all very masculine. He makes a noise at the realization, eyes shutting. Nishikiyama's own body is reacting should his partner's eyes move to him, but he's unattended. His lashes lift. Pushing Mine's thigh open, the hand that'd once played with his ass brushes past his scrotum and further back towards his taint. The lubricant collected on his fingers should be enough. He swivels the rim tucked away and pulls his lips off Mine's skin to look up. ]
Don't talk about other people.
[ His voice pitches in complaint; normal of him. Its presence suggests he's decided he's hoping for a certain way for Mine to reply to him after all. ]
[ย Mine's legs tremble, his arms too, sore and jittery from the fight before and from posing his backside for Nishikiyama. He notices after the fact, when the weight comes off with his body twisting into the mattress, like just the tension'd been keeping him up. Though, too used to a fantasy where Nishikiyama doesn't look at him, he doesn't know whether to go for the relief washing over his muscles or to turn his head away.
His bangs hang into his face, hardly gelled anymore. Mine's abs ripple with the current of his breath but when Nishikiyama sucks on the skin his chest rises, rather. His stomach plucks away from the other man's lips flexing. The patriarch's eyes stay at the rim of his vision, so just where Mine leaves his own gaze. Nishikiyama's shoulders dip in and out of the picture. Mine looks where they ordinarily meet the padding of the white suit jacket and where they pull away from it. He feels awkward at the interruption of a thought asking his attractionโ it's vibrant in the angle and sculpt of Nishikiyama's neck and shoulders.
Less than an hour ago his pulse'd raised next to his opponent in the ring and sweat'd rolled down his thighs and between his cheeks from the exertion. A flat palm'd allowed the cool water from the shower rinse it all off again. He feels Nishikiyama's touch graze behind his balls, flooding with heat without moving in sidesteps. Mine stays open, but with defenses about him, his thighs twitch spasm that runs up both insides. His hole puckers up to the tip of Nishikiyama's finger.
H-ha...!
[ย His breath shivers, forgetting that he has a question to follow until Nishikiyama complains. The exposure coils low in Mine's abdomen. He admits: ]
I think about youโ... Sucking my dick. When I finish, it's also you.
[ He shuts his eyes. He'd consented, but anxiety and arousal mix; what if he doesn't get to cum first, before? His dick feels full, heart pounding in anticipation. Nishikiyama's hand seems slow against memory building up in the dark. Mine's hips stutter and his vocal cords push out inarticulate want. ]
[ Nishikiyama is pleased by his answer, and it shows. Tight skin is dropped by his lips when he breaks the suction, and open mouthed kisses sink further down his waistline as he confesses to his fantasies. ]
You liked it that much?
[ The tone of his voice is low. A conversation that's honest and raw, for their ears alone. While Mine shies away from his finger, he's careful to coax him on, pressing slowly but not forcing. The hand around Mine's cock unfolds its fingers, revealing a shiny mess of precum and lube. To reward him for what he'd said, Nishikiyama nuzzles past a fluff of pubic hair and licks explicitly at a prominent vein shown at the root of Mine's dick. He smirks faintly before taking the length of it in his mouth. If that's what Mine thinks about so much, then he must like it. Nostrils flare. Nishikiyama's not about to neglect Mine's front. He lols his tongue over the glans while his finger sinks further into Mine's opening. It's a squeeze and it's hot, but the lubricant practically swallows him up to the first knuckle. It's all easier than he expected.
Nishikiyama tries being a little noisier with his lips. He stirs along the walls with his finger and moans for Mine like he tastes good at the same time. ]
[ Mine is embarrassed, having his confession questioned. Kisses dapple his midriff, he tries to follow. Briefly, before Nishikiyama's low pitch and his hand withdrawing from his cock challenge his release. He'd felt himself close just then. Mine shudders, almost in disarray over it when Nishikiyama tucks his nose against his mons. He looks down, wonderfully stunned that he repeats himself, taking his length between taut lips. Mine's mouth thins at the intrusion, easier than he thought, too. He flushes, it's not in his nature to play up wanton noises, but he's honest when sound slips out. ]
Haaโ hah...!
[ Previously he'd still been dignified enough to share his intentโ this time, as the swollen tip of his cock slips past the corner of Nishikiyama's mouth, Mine cums. A translucent white rivulet spatters on Nishikiyama's cheek, more spurts onto Mine's firm stomach before the warm fluid soon only drools down his shaft in a crude way. Muscles writhing in Mine's orgasm pulse around Nishikiyama's finger, the rim convulsing motions that invite it deeper in.
After that hard wave floods him his dick wanes quickly. Sweat clumps his hair, Mine's mouth hangs open slightly and his bottom lip shimmers with saliva. ]
[ It's far quicker than he'd expected. Nishikiyama had felt a couple of twitches indicate Mine's state under his lips before he'd blown his load. He'd taken his mouth off when some of the cum had lined the roof of his hard palate. He watches the cloudy fluid as it shootsโ a bit catching on his face, and some of it arching high enough to land on Mine's belly. He wipes his cheek. When the moment is over and Mine falls limp and breathing, Nishikiyama looks at the cock that's started to fall with curiosity rather than offense. He slips another finger into Mine's asshole while his entrance flutters in orgasm. His main mission still in mind, Nishikiyama searches the front wall for any sweet spot. ]
Kind of dirty.
[ He'll comment on the ejaculation with feigned judgment. He tries to sound disapproving, but his lack of actual care makes itself apparent when he licks a stripe up the side of Mine's oversensitive and still tired cock anyway. White collects on the surface of his tongue before he swallows. He'd just wondered what it'd tasted like is all. Not that he'd ever imagine himself interested. Mine's flavor is relatively mild. Nishikiyama's had worse tasting things, like bad uni on a conveyor belt or yogurt his sister had forgotten to throw out. The taste of cum is nothing worth his nerves. ]
Hn. [ He looks Mine's way.
His muscles have relaxed. Another digit pushes into his ass when he's well spread enough for it, and Nishikiyama slowly fucks him with them, still mapping him out for weakness. ]
I'm still not done.
[ The Mine Yoshitaka who lays before him now is different than the man he'd seen in the ring. It'd been the display of power that had turned Nishikiyama on earlier. In private, Mine is more in his placeโ docile and fawn-like. It's cute in a way that makes both Nishikiyama's cock and pride swell. He gives him a kiss on the mouth where his spit shines. ]
[ย Overstimulated, Mine's hips twitch when Nishikiyama finds the sensitive spot he's looking for. A natural reaction that feels like anything but, Mine's eyes widen with Nishikiyama in view. Sweat gathering over his tailbone flows down his crack and mixes with the lube working into him. His walls suck on Nishikiyama's two fingers in remnant rhythm.
Indignation tries to wedge into Mine's gaze when heโs scolded for his reaction, it disappears without ever showing. The weight of it's lost when he watches Nishikiyama take his tongue up his length. He wants it to feel good just from looking, but his dick doesn't respond anymore, soft and empty for the moment. He meets Nishikiyama's glance in a daze. The absence of experience doesn't let him count how many are already inside but Mine feels stretched at the opening with a third finger. He understands there's more. Mine's body is pliant post-coitus.
He fails to hide internal conflict over the kiss placed on his lip, however. He'd just watched Nishikiyama lick up his spunk; Mine isn't interested in how he tastes. His eyes squeeze shut as his only way of escape before he realizes there's not much of anything. Nishikiyama's cock grazes against his hip, daring his notice.
Mine's breath comes in hot puffs against Nishikiyama's cheek. He decides that he wants to stay in the kiss, something they'd had the first time but hadn't until now. His mouth closes over Nishikiyama's lower lip. His arms'd been straight at his sides, doing nothing once he got turned over. Mine's right hand presses dents into the thick muscle of Nishikiyama's shoulder now. Though he has it, there's no real strength holding the other man down. ]
[ No retort. A tinge of guilt is there when Mine only cooperates, and as the hot air of his breathing grazes his face, Nishikiyama stays quiet. He'd noticed where he'd touched to make Mine squirm and now keeps his fingers pressed against it. He stops moving them in and out, instead only idly swiveling the spot. What'd gone nearly forgotten had been the kisses he'd deprived Mine of before now.
Rightโ because Mine likes him, for some reason. Because they're similar? He'd said he'd wanted the intimacy, but Nishikiyama wonders for how long it'll last. As Mine pulls him down, he slots his body against Mine's to follow. Nishikiyama's kisses are slow and tender, though his thoughts begin to rot and spiral the closer the two of them get to doing the deed. His brows crease with some desperation. ]
Do you want me to stop?
[ The balm that soothes his doubt is the hand on his shoulder. ]
[ If Nishikiyama asked him why he likes him so much, Mine doesn't think he could answer right now. It just is, maybe because they're alike, or because Mine's found with him a kind of attraction he simply hasn't known before. He doesn't deign an answer to a question that isn't even posed. Instead Mine considers, honestly, what he's asked to reply, but not for the apparent yes or no. He thinks he's only indulging a pushy, self-confident man...
Nishikiyama's kisses say differently, as well as his fingers rubbing inside. The spot they knead gives Mine an impulse he's averse to; he needs the bathroom. Sooner than he makes the request, though, the pressure Nishikiyama brushes over his prostate again and again addresses it with simple repetition, nothing but an urge.
Mine digs flat nails into Nishikiyama's skin. His breath hits close on his upper lip, separated while they're talking. His brow furrows to match. ]
No.
[ He's frustrated equally by his own core's tensing in a way that tries to engage with his situationโamateur at itโand his need to know the reason for Nishikiyama's pause. Mine can't make conversation out of it, but finally senses Nishikiyama got set off by his silence. He tries. ]
[ The thoughts are quelled, and Nishikiyama watches Mine in the next stretched momentโ how his dark brown bangs partially hide parts of his cheeks. He sweeps them off his face after kissing him again. He sees the flicker of recognition within the pools of Mine's dilated eyes. ]
Tell me if it feels bad.
[ Without waiting too much longer, Nishikiyama coats his own cock with lubricant and angles it only a little above the three digits that'd kneaded Mine somewhere weak. His index and middle fingers spread Mine's ass apart to take just the tip. They'd wanted to do this for weeks now. Nishikiyama feels alight from the wet and pleasant squeeze. Handsome throat bobbing once with a swallow, he eases himself further into Mine, bracing himself down over the other man with a groan. He kisses him once more in case it hurtsโ truthfully, he doesn't know this much. He's only had women and normalized a little pain for their virginity. Mine Yoshitaka is his first man. ]
[ He wallows in the moment Nishikiyama is gentle, even if alienated by his slowing down just before. He knows what's to come and maybe that's why he tries to cling. Mine is awash with the realization of his own nakednessโnot just the physical but what's revealed by the look in his eyes. Nishikiyama will have found within them a chasm of expectation, want and fear. His prompt strikes all three.
There's no time to reflect on the lack of fingers in his ass, tension is already unbearable when Mine feels Nishikiyama's dick line up against him. Mine feels hot and cold in parallel surge down his back. Does he push? Does he pull? It doesn't matter how his muscles work themselves; the head of Nishikiyama's cock slips inside.
Mine groans, mouth open to show just a bit of his teeth top and bottom. Thereโs plenty of lube, but nothing will or can mitigate the girth. Even past the flare of Nishikiyama's glans, Mine's rim stretches around his shaft, more than all three digits spaced together. Mine'd also accepted another person's discomfort for sex. He watches Nishikiyama swallow. He looks up at a man who, even with his long locks, looks not like anyone Mine's known in intimacy. He places a noise in the kiss that admits his strain with the weight bearing against his hole to sink Nishikiyama further in. Mine's grip on his shoulder won't let up. He doesn't know what he wants, though. Nishikiyama Akira is also his first. ]
[ Fully enveloped, Nishikiyama feels Mine's walls clench with uncertainty around himโ every strained, awkward flex or shift made in an attempt to make penetration comfortable. Admittedly and despite, his cock is throbbing madly in the vice, and his veins course with an instinct to buck. He does everything not to, though. To let Mine adjust. Heat surges through his neck.
His tongue sweeps the roof of Mine's mouth with a small moan. Both hands, there to ground him, move along the chiseled muscles of Mine's torso. One goes higher and the other goes to fondle his cock. Nishikiyama sighs through his nose while fighting selfish impatience in a way that should remind Mine he's wanted. ]
You feel good.
[ A thumb brushes over a nipple and slick fingers trace the outline of Mine's earlier wilted length. His hips tilt to accommodate his actions, otherwise still, but his cock is pushed flush against Mine's front wall, the head of it close to the spot he'd found with his hand before. A shudder runs through him. He finds that Mine's eyes look different when he pulls his head up. ]
[ย Mine feels nauseous and dizzy with the burn, taking Nishikiyama inside him whether he thinks he can or not. When his cock is in deeper than his fingers have reached Mine chokes out sound. His abs squeeze and air makes his chest rise. His walls throb with the same impulse to adjust. Mine has the sterile thought of simply seeing it through and finishing what they'd started sixteen days ago. The idea shatters at the faint touch of praise.
Despite not saying anything, he doesn't think he can take movement. Despite that, his sharp eyes are glazed over in ecstasy. His dick'd raised with the relentless stimulation of Nishikiyama entering him, now half-hard with a physiological reaction Mine hadn't known. He's made smooth and, although Nishikiyama gives him time, achingly wide at the rim. But Nishikiyama's head pins the cluster of nerves against his wall in such a way as that fingers wouldn't. Wider and without any room between his middle and index for it to budge from the stimulus.
His back arches, like Mine can hope to get away. His other hand, just reaching at Nishikiyama's back over the side of his ribs, has been there in hopes of keeping him in a kiss, with small puffs of arousal hitting the back of his throat. Mine's elbow locks, keeping the pads of his fingers press into thin muscle over bone. ]
Haah... Mโmove. [ He doesn't want him there, embarrassed to harden in Nishikiyama's grasp when the pleasure comes from elsewhere. ]
[ Nishikiyama doesn't answer. His teeth bite his own lip when he keeps his eyes on Mine, sighs mingling when trapped so close by. His thighs tense to withdraw some of the shaft, but as instructed, he sinks himself forward again until he's buried entirely to the hilt. As carnal delight envelopes him, he's suddenly hyper-attuned to how hot he's getting. There's so much sweat. ]
Nhh, it's good...
[ Better than anyone he's had, not that he'd know why. As Mine's body reacts to him below, Nishikiyama understands where he's supposed to aim. He's too clumsy and heady at the moment to focus on anything else, so he gives up on the rest and instead cages his arms over the tops of Mine's shoulders. He feels the other man's grasp still pulling him at the ribs. His breath shakes out, but he kisses Mine again when he starts to fuck him and build a rhythmโ in and out, in and out. There it is, the sex. Feeling amazing and like nothing he could've ever anticipated. ]
Goodโ...
[ As Mine's muscles give out beneath him, Nishikiyama feels himself starting to come undone on top. His thoughts are almost more beast than human, but he tries hanging onto himself; remembering how and why they got here. ]
[ Mine reacts with a sudden moan, it's stretched thin as Nishikiyama thrusts back into him. With his hips pressed against the mounds of Mine's ass, Mine feels body heat gathering between them. Wet with lube and Nishikiyama's sweat, the slick obscene noises of skin against skin reach Mine's ears as such before they're swallowed up by the room. The slide in and out of his ass hitches his breathing.
They share the frail attempt at retracing steps to right now; Mine can't pin his decision anywhere, either. His body feels heavy, catching up to is his exertion in the ring and the few jabs that landed. The simple rhythm opens him up. Nishikiyama hits him in a pleasurable spot here and there and Mine's nails dig into his back for feedback. Instead of straining against his cock at the entrance, Mine's insides tense and slacken around the length, walls spasming in irregular response.
Next to the warmth building in the base mechanics of being fucked, Nishikiyama's affirmations turn the tips of his ears red. Mine's kisses are loose, feeling more vulnerable when he parts his lips. ]
[ A moan from Mine is unexpected, but it rings in Nishikiyama's ears like music. Lips smirk around the series of kisses between them momentarily, thick puffs of hungered air falling and brushing Mine's open mouth every once in a while before Nishikiyama closes the space once more. He gives a slow sweep of his tongue against Mine's when nails sink into his koi fish, thrusts of his hips gradually becoming more and more intense. Mine jostles under his own sculpt and Nishikiyama can feel his cock bouncing stiff between the tight enclosure of their bodies. That's fine, though. It's all friction, and all that matters is that the two of them feel good. He'll take whatever Mine gives him nowโ before Mine can think that he doesn't want him anymore, or that he's found someone in the yakuza he'd be better off working with. Mine wants this. Mine wants this. Mine wants him.
The slapping of their damp skin goes numb in Nishikiyama's ears, simply a white noise layered behind lust. He'd known he wouldn't last long given how he'd waited prior, and he burrows his face somewhere beside Mine's when he's close to climax. For fear of being seen. He's no match to how good it feels to have Mine around him. His movements choke and lock when he's at his edge. Fleeting is the thought of pulling out; the thought of sparing some woman the worry of even potential pregnancy. He hadn't worn a condom either. It's fine, isn't it? How strange to break the habit, how he doesn't have to worry.
Eyelids flash white when Nishikiyama comes. He melts on top with a moan. Both biceps cinch to support himself, and he shoots semen deep into Mine's ass, the evidence of it trapped and plugged there by his own girth. He can't move with his nerves fried like this. The storm of desire that'd come over him seems to buffer, and he catches his breath in the dip of Mine's shoulder. He smells traces of soap and sweat there. Maybe the faint residue of cologne that'd heralded a price tag Nishikiyama could never afford.
Mine had wanted this. Wanted him. Not wanting it to stop, Nishikiyama turns his head to nip the side of his neck. Sucking on it is the only way he can think to ask Mine to keep wanting him after. ]
[ He relents easily, still. When Nishikiyama kisses him, leaving Mine a taste of himself, Mine drags his tongue along the edge of his teeth. It feels better than his unattended dick bounding between them, better than the erratic jolts of bliss that penetrate him. Mine doesn't know if he wants to feel better elsewhere truthfully, a part of him still shocked that he's taking it in his ass at all. What Mine does want, though, is to feel Nishikiyama close by him. If this is the method by which, he accepts too. They can't share the thoughts that'd make each other feel secure, it seems, so only the raw actions remain.
Deep inside he feels Nishikiyama's tip harden, pulsating and angled so that it makes soft muscle feel swollen against it. His ears buzz and whistle even as Nishikiyama stops moving with his face buried by his shoulder. With strange rationality Mine thinks to ask why, but realizes sooner than the moment passes. How Nishikiyama'd looked at him earlier would show Mine judgment he doesn't want to receive, when the other man releases inside of him. Forgetting that his eyes are already sunk into the sheets, Mine rolls his head the opposite way, like he simply turns from getting splashed by a car driving too fast through a nearby puddle.
The orgasm spilling inside of him brings neither coldness not warmth. Plugged up, all Mine really feels is the previously foreboding pressure of Nishikiyama's cock disperse against his walls. And the rumor of a question. Why does he stay? It's the thought that settles when Mine's cock does not, still squeezed to thick stiffness against his stomach, and he numbs to Nishikiyama in him. Philosophical reason for asking that will only come to him later; the admonishment for Mine leaving early morning sits deep, though.
Mine doesn't turn his head back when Nishikiyama's nose digs into his neck, or when his breath mixes with the faint scent of sweat, soap and cologne laid on his collarbone. When Nishikiyama does pull out Mine's legs spread to let him. His eyes'd already squeezed shut before getting emptied out. ]
[ Nishikiyama makes a small sound, skin pulled taut between his teeth. The mingled flavor tastes nice and soothes him. Only after does he slowly unwind himself from where he'd been, pulling his cock out of Mine to reveal the mess he's made. The full length of the shaft is coated in milk-colored fluid. He sees even more of it still dripping from Mine's rear, but tries not to look there too long. It's embarrassing to do so nowโ he'd fucked him like some paranoid, brainless animal. What doesn't bother him, though, is seeing that Mine is still erect. At the very least, he wasn't the only one who found it hot. Nishikiyama rolls to the side of the other man on the mattress, a tired arm crossing himself with intent to jerk Mine off the rest of the way. ]
Sorry. You weren't done.
[ The Nishikiyama left in the aftermath of ecstasy now has a softer voice. Some of him is still afraid of what will happen. Of Mine getting bored, or seeing a shinier goal ahead. Still, there are no walls of Nishikiyama's left to break down in this moment. As he takes Mine's cock in his fist again, he wonders if he's shown too much weakness. It's so hard for him to know what Mine is thinking. He's so, so quiet all of the time. A man of few words is terrible for Nishikiyama's festered mind. Trust is so delicate. Nishikiyama doesn't think he has any left. He clears his throat anyway, his gaze low. ]
[ย Dimly, Mine wonders if Nishikiyama means to leave another mark. The slight graze of his teeth is more pleasant than lying bare. He doesn't want Nishikiyama to see him like that, and if Nishikiyama does, he doesn't want to know. Mine intends to obscure his expression behind the other's forearm, where he notices the smell of nicotine and ash from his fingers next to his face only in its absence, when he rolls to the opposite side. Mine pulls his arm reaching around out from under, his other hand slips off of Nishikiyama's shoulder and places on his own stomach. He purposely doesn't think about touching himself; Nishikiyama's 'sorry' makes him feel abashed.
Looking up at the ceiling is the interim to turning his head over. His bangs fall back into his face and the longest piece tugs on his eyelashes. Mine is surprised. Nishikiyama's face seems soft enough to match his tone. He worries about feeling good, or if he will, not yet reflecting on his hard-on-apparent for proof; what did it feel like for Nishikiyama. Mine's abs still flex when he grips him. ]
If that's what you want.
[ He's being sincere. Though, like Nishikiyama'd said, Mine thinks about him and realizes his response isn't a good fit. He knows he hoards silence in the dark brown eyes across from him. Like he's not said anything yet Mine gives a different answer, just as honest. ]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
He tries leaning into the different angle, hands on his body from behind. It feels good to hear what Nishikiyama admits. It's comforting, when Mine can say the same without sinking himself into hesitancy, trying to word his own confession. ]
I feel the same, I like when we're alone.
[ Another, maybe last, attempt to rescind his leaving without a wordโ just, this time, Mine foregoes getting into his own head over sliding his cock against Nishikiyama's palm. Invisibly thin hairs on his neck'd raised up. He lifts his hips to comply, and his knees shuffle to match the creases Nishikiyama's made on top of the sheets. ]
no subject
I want more this time.
[ The pace is slow and Nishikiyama milks Mine out. There's yet an intent to get him off. It's all teasing. Heavy and deliberate. His eyes watch how Mine might react. Does he understand what it means to continue? To hint, he thumbs some of Mine's ass cheek to the side. ]
no subject
His hips tilt the other way, reflexive to the thumb caressing the inside of his cheek. He peeks back over his shoulder when Nishikiyama clears up his aim and a question flutters in his gaze. Sort of, remnant of him roundabout asking what Nishikiyama sucking his dick'd even meant. Now Mine understands, but he flushes. ]
โI don't know what to do.
no subject
[ Acceptance. Nishikiyama hadn't expected otherwise. He'd known Mine, as he should, had been focusing on preparing himself for the coliseum. By now, that sort of obsessive behavior towards a goal had made itself clear. All the same, Nishikiyama had remembered what their excursions together had been like. What both of them wanted. If Mine hadn't known either, then Nishikiyama would find out. By all means had he hated the idea of staying confused. ]
Just think about me.
[ His mouth presses to the back of Mine's leg, kissing it. While the cock in his hand fills out against his pumps, Nishikiyama smoothly turns his wrist about the rose-flushed head to spoil it. He gropes the mounds of Mine's ass again, fingers splayed across muscle. He won't rush this, he thinksโ he'll ease further into it once Mine's less anxious and inclined. Stripes of lube now glisten on Mine's skin, where his fingertips had squeezed, and on the legs of the shining beneath. ]
no subject
Ahโ
[ Mine's words are stifled by his lips and the subtle graze of his teeth on the back of his thigh. Sensitive there and rarely ever touched, he can't break away from the offer Nishikiyama'd pointedly made him. With warm spots of contact left in the splay of Nishikiyama's fingerprints kneading his ass, he stares unfocused at the satin wrinkles of the sheets. Despite how vulnerable he feels, with Nishikiyama's hand there to expose him, Mine rocks into his palm in front. He's trapping himself in another kind of tension. Last time, with the heat come from chanced friction, his tip glides beneath Nishikiyama's ministrations easily this time. To match the motions, his breath quickens. ]
It feels good. [ Mine admits, maybe a bit self-soothing. ]
no subject
[ It means he's doing things right. Mine's hips rock for his grip, and the lubricant lining his cock expulses a raw and wet sound. This time, they're more used to each other. He finds there's less to be embarrassed about when he remembers that now's just a continuation of what he'd wanted to try then. Nishikiyama tightens the circle he'd shaped between his index and thumb. A tighter hug on the glans as he jacks him off. The other hand wanders down Mine's leg. ]
What do you think about when you're alone?
[ Nishikiyama pulls Mine's mind deeper into the dark. Rather than leave him room to stay nervous, he'll override it with things normally left unsaid. His eyes go to Mine's shoulder, wondering if he has enough courage to look back at him while answering. He strokes Mine faster than before to force his honesty. ]
no subject
[ Mine knows heat rising above his neck. He's embarrassed, no conversation'd ever moved there before. His gaze strays sideways, not far enough back to see unless Nishikiyama leans over his shoulder. His cock aches, filling out against the ring Nishikiyama shapes with his fingers. Mine doesn't want him to go faster. ]
...Past experiences.
[ Clipped. Anytime he'd felt good. Recently, he's thought about Nishikiyama sucking him off. Sloppy when etched against any other time Mine can remember, he can't rewatch the scene with Nishikiyama's eyes up on him, so it fades out above his lips hanging parted. Still, the heavier grip to finish him off is his. Mine eases into a memory that concludes with his climax and the idea, that now's barely any different. He pants, eyes shutting but unable to keep his time alone from colliding with the present. His grip crumples the top layer of sheets beneath his fingers. Mine attempting his own pace against Nishikiyama's hand builds more of that wet sound. ]
no subject
Nishikiyama is looking now, and he turns Mine over like a page in a book. It's not rough or fast, just easy. He doesn't care if Mine's too embarrassed to look back at him. He wants to admire his body at a better angle. ]
Like what?
[ Nishikiyama is curious as to what past experiences Mine's had that stick out. The answer he'd been given verbally isn't enough, and as a patriarch, he can enjoy the power dynamic of getting to fish for more. Strangely, he isn't cornering Mine for a specific way to respond, and he lowers down to suck on Mine's upper row of abs, nose tucked just below the swell of his prominent chest.
The things that arouse him now, he finds, are all very masculine. He makes a noise at the realization, eyes shutting. Nishikiyama's own body is reacting should his partner's eyes move to him, but he's unattended. His lashes lift. Pushing Mine's thigh open, the hand that'd once played with his ass brushes past his scrotum and further back towards his taint. The lubricant collected on his fingers should be enough. He swivels the rim tucked away and pulls his lips off Mine's skin to look up. ]
Don't talk about other people.
[ His voice pitches in complaint; normal of him. Its presence suggests he's decided he's hoping for a certain way for Mine to reply to him after all. ]
no subject
His bangs hang into his face, hardly gelled anymore. Mine's abs ripple with the current of his breath but when Nishikiyama sucks on the skin his chest rises, rather. His stomach plucks away from the other man's lips flexing. The patriarch's eyes stay at the rim of his vision, so just where Mine leaves his own gaze. Nishikiyama's shoulders dip in and out of the picture. Mine looks where they ordinarily meet the padding of the white suit jacket and where they pull away from it. He feels awkward at the interruption of a thought asking his attractionโ it's vibrant in the angle and sculpt of Nishikiyama's neck and shoulders.
Less than an hour ago his pulse'd raised next to his opponent in the ring and sweat'd rolled down his thighs and between his cheeks from the exertion. A flat palm'd allowed the cool water from the shower rinse it all off again. He feels Nishikiyama's touch graze behind his balls, flooding with heat without moving in sidesteps. Mine stays open, but with defenses about him, his thighs twitch spasm that runs up both insides. His hole puckers up to the tip of Nishikiyama's finger.
H-ha...!
[ย His breath shivers, forgetting that he has a question to follow until Nishikiyama complains. The exposure coils low in Mine's abdomen. He admits: ]
I think about youโ... Sucking my dick. When I finish, it's also you.
[ He shuts his eyes. He'd consented, but anxiety and arousal mix; what if he doesn't get to cum first, before? His dick feels full, heart pounding in anticipation. Nishikiyama's hand seems slow against memory building up in the dark. Mine's hips stutter and his vocal cords push out inarticulate want. ]
no subject
You liked it that much?
[ The tone of his voice is low. A conversation that's honest and raw, for their ears alone. While Mine shies away from his finger, he's careful to coax him on, pressing slowly but not forcing. The hand around Mine's cock unfolds its fingers, revealing a shiny mess of precum and lube. To reward him for what he'd said, Nishikiyama nuzzles past a fluff of pubic hair and licks explicitly at a prominent vein shown at the root of Mine's dick. He smirks faintly before taking the length of it in his mouth. If that's what Mine thinks about so much, then he must like it. Nostrils flare. Nishikiyama's not about to neglect Mine's front. He lols his tongue over the glans while his finger sinks further into Mine's opening. It's a squeeze and it's hot, but the lubricant practically swallows him up to the first knuckle. It's all easier than he expected.
Nishikiyama tries being a little noisier with his lips. He stirs along the walls with his finger and moans for Mine like he tastes good at the same time. ]
no subject
Haaโ hah...!
[ Previously he'd still been dignified enough to share his intentโ this time, as the swollen tip of his cock slips past the corner of Nishikiyama's mouth, Mine cums. A translucent white rivulet spatters on Nishikiyama's cheek, more spurts onto Mine's firm stomach before the warm fluid soon only drools down his shaft in a crude way. Muscles writhing in Mine's orgasm pulse around Nishikiyama's finger, the rim convulsing motions that invite it deeper in.
After that hard wave floods him his dick wanes quickly. Sweat clumps his hair, Mine's mouth hangs open slightly and his bottom lip shimmers with saliva. ]
no subject
Kind of dirty.
[ He'll comment on the ejaculation with feigned judgment. He tries to sound disapproving, but his lack of actual care makes itself apparent when he licks a stripe up the side of Mine's oversensitive and still tired cock anyway. White collects on the surface of his tongue before he swallows. He'd just wondered what it'd tasted like is all. Not that he'd ever imagine himself interested. Mine's flavor is relatively mild. Nishikiyama's had worse tasting things, like bad uni on a conveyor belt or yogurt his sister had forgotten to throw out. The taste of cum is nothing worth his nerves. ]
Hn. [ He looks Mine's way.
His muscles have relaxed. Another digit pushes into his ass when he's well spread enough for it, and Nishikiyama slowly fucks him with them, still mapping him out for weakness. ]
I'm still not done.
[ The Mine Yoshitaka who lays before him now is different than the man he'd seen in the ring. It'd been the display of power that had turned Nishikiyama on earlier. In private, Mine is more in his placeโ docile and fawn-like. It's cute in a way that makes both Nishikiyama's cock and pride swell. He gives him a kiss on the mouth where his spit shines. ]
no subject
[ย Overstimulated, Mine's hips twitch when Nishikiyama finds the sensitive spot he's looking for. A natural reaction that feels like anything but, Mine's eyes widen with Nishikiyama in view. Sweat gathering over his tailbone flows down his crack and mixes with the lube working into him. His walls suck on Nishikiyama's two fingers in remnant rhythm.
Indignation tries to wedge into Mine's gaze when heโs scolded for his reaction, it disappears without ever showing. The weight of it's lost when he watches Nishikiyama take his tongue up his length. He wants it to feel good just from looking, but his dick doesn't respond anymore, soft and empty for the moment. He meets Nishikiyama's glance in a daze. The absence of experience doesn't let him count how many are already inside but Mine feels stretched at the opening with a third finger. He understands there's more. Mine's body is pliant post-coitus.
He fails to hide internal conflict over the kiss placed on his lip, however. He'd just watched Nishikiyama lick up his spunk; Mine isn't interested in how he tastes. His eyes squeeze shut as his only way of escape before he realizes there's not much of anything. Nishikiyama's cock grazes against his hip, daring his notice.
Mine's breath comes in hot puffs against Nishikiyama's cheek. He decides that he wants to stay in the kiss, something they'd had the first time but hadn't until now. His mouth closes over Nishikiyama's lower lip. His arms'd been straight at his sides, doing nothing once he got turned over. Mine's right hand presses dents into the thick muscle of Nishikiyama's shoulder now. Though he has it, there's no real strength holding the other man down. ]
no subject
Rightโ because Mine likes him, for some reason. Because they're similar? He'd said he'd wanted the intimacy, but Nishikiyama wonders for how long it'll last. As Mine pulls him down, he slots his body against Mine's to follow. Nishikiyama's kisses are slow and tender, though his thoughts begin to rot and spiral the closer the two of them get to doing the deed. His brows crease with some desperation. ]
Do you want me to stop?
[ The balm that soothes his doubt is the hand on his shoulder. ]
no subject
Nishikiyama's kisses say differently, as well as his fingers rubbing inside. The spot they knead gives Mine an impulse he's averse to; he needs the bathroom. Sooner than he makes the request, though, the pressure Nishikiyama brushes over his prostate again and again addresses it with simple repetition, nothing but an urge.
Mine digs flat nails into Nishikiyama's skin. His breath hits close on his upper lip, separated while they're talking. His brow furrows to match. ]
No.
[ He's frustrated equally by his own core's tensing in a way that tries to engage with his situationโamateur at itโand his need to know the reason for Nishikiyama's pause. Mine can't make conversation out of it, but finally senses Nishikiyama got set off by his silence. He tries. ]
โKeep going.
no subject
Tell me if it feels bad.
[ Without waiting too much longer, Nishikiyama coats his own cock with lubricant and angles it only a little above the three digits that'd kneaded Mine somewhere weak. His index and middle fingers spread Mine's ass apart to take just the tip. They'd wanted to do this for weeks now. Nishikiyama feels alight from the wet and pleasant squeeze. Handsome throat bobbing once with a swallow, he eases himself further into Mine, bracing himself down over the other man with a groan. He kisses him once more in case it hurtsโ truthfully, he doesn't know this much. He's only had women and normalized a little pain for their virginity. Mine Yoshitaka is his first man. ]
no subject
There's no time to reflect on the lack of fingers in his ass, tension is already unbearable when Mine feels Nishikiyama's dick line up against him. Mine feels hot and cold in parallel surge down his back. Does he push? Does he pull? It doesn't matter how his muscles work themselves; the head of Nishikiyama's cock slips inside.
Mine groans, mouth open to show just a bit of his teeth top and bottom. Thereโs plenty of lube, but nothing will or can mitigate the girth. Even past the flare of Nishikiyama's glans, Mine's rim stretches around his shaft, more than all three digits spaced together. Mine'd also accepted another person's discomfort for sex. He watches Nishikiyama swallow. He looks up at a man who, even with his long locks, looks not like anyone Mine's known in intimacy. He places a noise in the kiss that admits his strain with the weight bearing against his hole to sink Nishikiyama further in. Mine's grip on his shoulder won't let up. He doesn't know what he wants, though. Nishikiyama Akira is also his first. ]
no subject
His tongue sweeps the roof of Mine's mouth with a small moan. Both hands, there to ground him, move along the chiseled muscles of Mine's torso. One goes higher and the other goes to fondle his cock. Nishikiyama sighs through his nose while fighting selfish impatience in a way that should remind Mine he's wanted. ]
You feel good.
[ A thumb brushes over a nipple and slick fingers trace the outline of Mine's earlier wilted length. His hips tilt to accommodate his actions, otherwise still, but his cock is pushed flush against Mine's front wall, the head of it close to the spot he'd found with his hand before. A shudder runs through him. He finds that Mine's eyes look different when he pulls his head up. ]
no subject
Despite not saying anything, he doesn't think he can take movement. Despite that, his sharp eyes are glazed over in ecstasy. His dick'd raised with the relentless stimulation of Nishikiyama entering him, now half-hard with a physiological reaction Mine hadn't known. He's made smooth and, although Nishikiyama gives him time, achingly wide at the rim. But Nishikiyama's head pins the cluster of nerves against his wall in such a way as that fingers wouldn't. Wider and without any room between his middle and index for it to budge from the stimulus.
His back arches, like Mine can hope to get away. His other hand, just reaching at Nishikiyama's back over the side of his ribs, has been there in hopes of keeping him in a kiss, with small puffs of arousal hitting the back of his throat. Mine's elbow locks, keeping the pads of his fingers press into thin muscle over bone. ]
Haah... Mโmove. [ He doesn't want him there, embarrassed to harden in Nishikiyama's grasp when the pleasure comes from elsewhere. ]
no subject
Nhh, it's good...
[ Better than anyone he's had, not that he'd know why. As Mine's body reacts to him below, Nishikiyama understands where he's supposed to aim. He's too clumsy and heady at the moment to focus on anything else, so he gives up on the rest and instead cages his arms over the tops of Mine's shoulders. He feels the other man's grasp still pulling him at the ribs. His breath shakes out, but he kisses Mine again when he starts to fuck him and build a rhythmโ in and out, in and out. There it is, the sex. Feeling amazing and like nothing he could've ever anticipated. ]
Goodโ...
[ As Mine's muscles give out beneath him, Nishikiyama feels himself starting to come undone on top. His thoughts are almost more beast than human, but he tries hanging onto himself; remembering how and why they got here. ]
no subject
They share the frail attempt at retracing steps to right now; Mine can't pin his decision anywhere, either. His body feels heavy, catching up to is his exertion in the ring and the few jabs that landed. The simple rhythm opens him up. Nishikiyama hits him in a pleasurable spot here and there and Mine's nails dig into his back for feedback. Instead of straining against his cock at the entrance, Mine's insides tense and slacken around the length, walls spasming in irregular response.
Next to the warmth building in the base mechanics of being fucked, Nishikiyama's affirmations turn the tips of his ears red. Mine's kisses are loose, feeling more vulnerable when he parts his lips. ]
no subject
The slapping of their damp skin goes numb in Nishikiyama's ears, simply a white noise layered behind lust. He'd known he wouldn't last long given how he'd waited prior, and he burrows his face somewhere beside Mine's when he's close to climax. For fear of being seen. He's no match to how good it feels to have Mine around him. His movements choke and lock when he's at his edge. Fleeting is the thought of pulling out; the thought of sparing some woman the worry of even potential pregnancy. He hadn't worn a condom either. It's fine, isn't it? How strange to break the habit, how he doesn't have to worry.
Eyelids flash white when Nishikiyama comes. He melts on top with a moan. Both biceps cinch to support himself, and he shoots semen deep into Mine's ass, the evidence of it trapped and plugged there by his own girth. He can't move with his nerves fried like this. The storm of desire that'd come over him seems to buffer, and he catches his breath in the dip of Mine's shoulder. He smells traces of soap and sweat there. Maybe the faint residue of cologne that'd heralded a price tag Nishikiyama could never afford.
Mine had wanted this. Wanted him. Not wanting it to stop, Nishikiyama turns his head to nip the side of his neck. Sucking on it is the only way he can think to ask Mine to keep wanting him after. ]
no subject
Deep inside he feels Nishikiyama's tip harden, pulsating and angled so that it makes soft muscle feel swollen against it. His ears buzz and whistle even as Nishikiyama stops moving with his face buried by his shoulder. With strange rationality Mine thinks to ask why, but realizes sooner than the moment passes. How Nishikiyama'd looked at him earlier would show Mine judgment he doesn't want to receive, when the other man releases inside of him. Forgetting that his eyes are already sunk into the sheets, Mine rolls his head the opposite way, like he simply turns from getting splashed by a car driving too fast through a nearby puddle.
The orgasm spilling inside of him brings neither coldness not warmth. Plugged up, all Mine really feels is the previously foreboding pressure of Nishikiyama's cock disperse against his walls. And the rumor of a question. Why does he stay? It's the thought that settles when Mine's cock does not, still squeezed to thick stiffness against his stomach, and he numbs to Nishikiyama in him. Philosophical reason for asking that will only come to him later; the admonishment for Mine leaving early morning sits deep, though.
Mine doesn't turn his head back when Nishikiyama's nose digs into his neck, or when his breath mixes with the faint scent of sweat, soap and cologne laid on his collarbone. When Nishikiyama does pull out Mine's legs spread to let him. His eyes'd already squeezed shut before getting emptied out. ]
no subject
Sorry. You weren't done.
[ The Nishikiyama left in the aftermath of ecstasy now has a softer voice. Some of him is still afraid of what will happen. Of Mine getting bored, or seeing a shinier goal ahead. Still, there are no walls of Nishikiyama's left to break down in this moment. As he takes Mine's cock in his fist again, he wonders if he's shown too much weakness. It's so hard for him to know what Mine is thinking. He's so, so quiet all of the time. A man of few words is terrible for Nishikiyama's festered mind. Trust is so delicate. Nishikiyama doesn't think he has any left. He clears his throat anyway, his gaze low. ]
You want me to use my mouth again?
no subject
Looking up at the ceiling is the interim to turning his head over. His bangs fall back into his face and the longest piece tugs on his eyelashes. Mine is surprised. Nishikiyama's face seems soft enough to match his tone. He worries about feeling good, or if he will, not yet reflecting on his hard-on-apparent for proof; what did it feel like for Nishikiyama. Mine's abs still flex when he grips him. ]
If that's what you want.
[ He's being sincere. Though, like Nishikiyama'd said, Mine thinks about him and realizes his response isn't a good fit. He knows he hoards silence in the dark brown eyes across from him. Like he's not said anything yet Mine gives a different answer, just as honest. ]
Just your hand. I want to look at you.
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)