[ There'd been a moment, with Nishikiyama on top of him, where all of it'd seemed so uncanny. Mine's consciousness had teetered on the knowledge that Nishikiyama's new know-how must come from somewhere, but at the same time there was no slotted place for his own experience. Trying to heat still rises to his shoulders, neck and face, blooming in the rays of Nishikiyama's glance. He didn't hate it. Their intimacy, as Nishikiyama thrust into him, had no match. ]
Hah... I'mโ
[ Close. It's good. Now his motions are instinctual, something Mine can sort and put away by fucking into the permissive gap between Nishikiyama's legs. Mine feels himself fill out and his rhythm adjusts to his imminent climax. Nishikiyama holds him close and Mine's lips latch over the bite of his teeth. He pokes his tongue into the kiss, breathing hard.
This time, the intensity that fills Mine's eyes at his own movement, at Nishikiyama's body flush against his, tries to hide with his head pressed against the pillow. Nishikiyama can still see it, though, how Mine's brows pull tight and he breaks out of the kiss, mouth open. Again, cumming for the second time, there's less. Mine rides out his orgasm, sliding against Nishikiyama's skin easily with the lubrication; his thighs quiver, his hips stutter and eventually stop.
Drawn close together, Mine keeps his hand on Nishikiyama's ass, skin and muscle still taut under his fingertips. It doesn't meet the feeling of Nishikiyama inside of him, though. ]
[ The kiss is broken on a voiced exhale. He feels Mine tense and brace against him, and his own legs straighten. Less fluid than before splatters over the backs of Nishikiyama's thighs. Mine rides his high. It takes everything in Nishikiyama not to get turned on by it again in turn, his cock sort of wilted, but he somehow resists. He keeps Mine close when he holds still. The cum leaks down his legsโ he feels gravity pulling it. ]
All good?
[ It's a given that it had been, but Nishikiyama shifts. As Mine comes off his orgasm, Nishikiyama separates his legs from their tightly pressed pose to reveal the gummy mess of lube and spunk left between. He's satisfied with what's there. Mine's attraction to him is physically evident. Flattering. ]
[ Nishikiyama'd said he liked him headfirst and assertive, but just the bid to come here'd rendered Mine malleable in all honesty. Breaths fill his lungs deep, winding him down, soft and spent. The heel of his hand grazes the front of Nishikiyama's hip, easing his solid grip off his ass, where there's hardly any muscle or fat draped over the bone.
Mine nods as he might, head shuffling there as he lays. The mess he'd added to and where he glances down at is indeed his proof. He finds satisfaction in Nishikiyama's eyes, and affection. It's hard to think of him as the Nishikiyama Family's patriarch at that moment. As the adrenaline drains, Mine turns his shoulders slightly. His gaze remains on the other man, first the tight furrows of his brow release somewhat, then quickly return. ]
โI've never felt like this before.
[ Mine has difficulty spelling it out further, the physical as well as the emotional part. What now? The same question from last time'd just been answered. ]
[ Nishikiyama is unsure of what to do with his hands; of whether the moment has passed, or if he should keep them there in his hair. Fingers curl together, and his eyes go somewhere else when Mine speaks. There's so much weight to the statement. It leaves a lot for Nishikiyama to trust. But his oathโ right, his oath. As long as Mine is in the yakuza, Mine belongs to him. Nishikiyama is still reluctant to answer or acknowledge that the words make him feel anything in turn. He tries not to think about them too much. Vaguely, he stays wound together with Mine instead. Toying lightly with his bangs. The air of the love hotel smells like sex and cigarette smoke. ]
Like what?
[ His eyes meet Mine's again. He's afraid of what he might say to himโ not of Mine not meaning his own words, but instead of himself. He'd abandoned someone he'd sworn an oath to before. Multiple people now.
Had he actually wanted to? He doesn't know. Nishikiyama holds onto Mine's shoulder without saying anything else. ]
[ Nishikiyama's question doesn't betray his own feelings. It's something Mine'd hoped for. Fingers keep passing in front of his face as shadows, tugging on his hairline gently. His gaze strays there subconsciously, parting from Nishikiyama's eyes with ambivalence. Unaware of Nishikiyama's current reservations, they still share the same airโ an absence of faith in the relationships around them.
Mine hadn't said what he said without putting thought behind it, though. Sex had served a necessity in his life, but there'd been no desire of intimacy anymore beyond, between him and a woman. This is different. Here's a bond Mine'd looked for, but it's a connection wholly unlike what he'd envisioned to find in the yakuza. It's obvious in what way, right? Need he put it into words after all, he will. ]
Like I'm at the point of surrendering myself to you.
[ Mine's expression hardly changes, set and almost stern. His chest feels light, his shoulders heavy when he says so. ]
[ Surrender is a powerful word. It moves the feelings in Nishikiyama's chest without surfacing any of the lurking darkness. The word surrender confirms that Mine is his to have. That Mine still wants him. A pledge of loyalty, Mine can surrender to Nishikiyama without Nishikiyama needing to surrender or feel some kind of way back. All without the promise that it's equal. Tracing the shape of his collarbone, Nishikiyama settles into accepting that sentiment. Into being at peace with it. He doesn't take it lightly and doesn't see Mine as any less captivating. ]
I want you.
[ He'd said it in the car the first time they'd tried anything, and he says it now. What's more, he's able to continue: ]
All of you, every part. Nothing's enough for me anymore otherwise.
[ His tongue feels numb after saying it. Nishikiyama hadn't ever expected he might find the words to explain, but he's found Mine to be capable of understanding and reading through the lines. His eyes burn. ]
I doubt you have anything left to lose. You're in bed with yakuza.
[ Just as Mine had seen Nishikiyama differentlyโ perhaps as someone beyond his titleโ he envelopes himself back in the identity out of habit. No one left present or living sees him as anything else. Nishikiyama doesn't see what Mine sees. Blind to what parts of him aren't patriarch, his fingers slip to touch the cut on Mine's cheek. ]
...This is the bottom of society, Mine. You're in hell with me.
[ Mine hears the echo of it, the first time he'd elicited the words from Nishikiyama in the car. They would be enough. It's plenty for Mine to know that Nishikiyama will accept his devotion, and his sacrifice in whatever shape they'll take. He searches Nishikiyama's eyes for diminution, afraid to find it, all the same needing to be convinced there's nothing there. When he goes on, Mine's fatalism shatters to pieces.
Every part, he'll give that. His money, his body, his passion. Loyalty and affection mingle together. Mine feels himself trembleโreality shows none of itโevery muscle he'd used in the coliseum about to fray, every bit of skin that'd had Nishikiyama's touch to it bursting open. This is how it feels when Mine walks himself over the verge he'd teetered on. ]
I want you to have it all.
[ He understands. What he says means totality to Nishikiyama. At the same time, Mine feels he's made a selfish confession because he comforts himself alongside. Nishikiyama will take every inexperienced piece of him too. There's no regret, though. There's a longer silence. Nishikiyama's gaze is red-hot, yet Mine feels like reaching out, even at the risk of burning himself. With their bodies pressed against each other, if this is the warmth of the abyss gaping beneath him... ]
You're right. There's nothing else.
[ The cut on Mine's cheek had opened itself back up from simple friction against the sheets. Gelled but not dried, Nishikiyama's fingers will come away with a thin line of red on them. Mine doesn't flinch. He doesn't sound dejected by his apparent loss. He sinks into Nishikiyama's dark browns, like they're the pit that swallows his fall. The comparison is lyrical, Mine finds. He doesn't shy from it. ]
Heaven's not paradise, if this is hell.
[ At the summit of society, the sky opens up to emptiness. The air there is thin. ]
[ Nishikiyama's face gets a little hotter hearing that, but the dim lighting of the room doesn't show the flush for what it is. Some of Mine's blood is caught in the minuscule lines of his thumbprint. If it's a staring contest, Nishikiyama will loseโ not because he doesn't agree, but because he's taken off guard. It isn't often he doesn't get the last word anymore. ]
Youโ [ He huffs something like a laugh shallowly, looking at the early blooming hickey he'd left on Mine's skin. A bad habit that Mine in the morning probably hates. He smears his thumb there to dry it. ] I never pictured you saying something like that out loud.
[ But Nishikiyama definitely doesn't mind. He leans closer in bed to him, kissing him once on the mouth as a present. ]
Don't know where your suave alter ego is coming from right now, but I don't hate it.
[ The scoff is felt on his breath. ]
You mean that? Tell me straight. [ Nishikiyama wants the affirmation; to hear Mine say it to him again. ]
[ The spot on his neck, tender like several more others, is the only bruise he'll carry on from tonight with adulation. Same as for Nishikiyama, the light does a lot to hide Mine's reaction on his face, though this time he does little to conceal it any other way. He knows that here, like in any other place, he's not usually the one to decide how a conversation ends.
When Nishikiyama's soft laugh isn't scorn, rather than replying Mine accepts the kiss, fleeting but wanted. There's hardly time to part his own lips to it, though. His thumb brushes over the crest of Nishikiyama's hip. Where Mine's touch'd been flattened against the skin becomes cool in the absence of his hand, shifting a little. Still guarded, he likes touching Nishikiyama. ]
I mean it.
[ Mine's gaze remains solemn until he says it. What'd been a hint of melancholy in his realization soon fades. ]
I'm in a world of wealth. There's no price I won't pay to be with you.
[ And then Mine doesn't hesitate to follow through. Some of Nishikiyama simply wants to bask in the warmth of the words. Such affections are long forgotten, with most men around him instead motivated by fear or disdain. Mine, however... ]
Don't leave my side.
[ That's it; that's the price. ]
You don't have to pay anything else. Just that.
[ Nishikiyama unravels from Mine slightly. His fingers slip into the gaps of Mine's own, still there on the bone of his hip. ]
[ It's an easy offer for him to make, one to follow through on. Money can't buy happiness. After working himself out of poverty, Mine'd grown into the reality that he's hardly any more fulfilled. Proud, yes, secure too. Resentful to spend his fortune on solitude, of the people that surround him for a bit of cash. Nishikiyama is different. Mine has fostered the sentiments shared over some drinks, since. ]
If that's allโ
[ Then it's easy. He's sought to devote himself. ]
Very well.
[ Nishikiyama keeps him there. He reaches his thumb between the space of Nishikiyama's fingers, between thumb and index. Mine obliges, out of his depths, to reject a bid for closeness. Something he'd fled from not too long ago gifts him serenity, or rather, Nishikiyama does. ]
[ It's enough. For a fat amount of time, Nishikiyama is pleased to simply lay on his side and feel the thumb grazing the side of his knuckle. Digits loosely curled. There's no sound other than that of their slowed breathing; the hotel room traps them in a world that consists of just them. Though the sweat has dried on Nishikiyama's skin, no longer uncomfortably hot, he lets his eyes go back to Mine when he's deemed they've enjoyed the silence long enough. ]
โWe stink.
[ Complaint. Though he says it's both of them, more specifically, he's self-conscious of himself. Given how Mine probably lasers his whole body, he's truthfully not even sure if the other man is capable of smelling bad. He hadn't noticed. The smell of them having ejaculated more than once is prominent. He squirms out from under the blanket to sit himself up sideways, his body betrayingly lean-figured without his jacket or the blankets to hide his actual size. ]
[ Nishikiyama's hand slips off of Mine's and his body from underneath. His brow creases again, after being in that quiet and comfortable place to unwind. Watching Nishikiyama sit, Mine's body necessarily shifts too. He puts weight on his shoulder to prop himself up. Like on himself, the definition of Nishikiyama's muscles disappears under his suit. They're different shapes, though. The groves from Nishikiyama's collarbone to his shoulders and chest don't run as deep. Instead, the indented lines at his waist, where Mine'd kept his hand, are far more defined. The combination makes him looks slimmer. If Mine were to call his observation anything else, it's adoration.
Ultimately, his decision gets dragged out. He finds himself agreeing; he'd exhausted himself and just rinsing after the fight hadn't been enough. This time, he should go first. Sweat and more clings to his skin, especially between his legs. Getting up and out of the covers, there's evidence even in the low light ]
I'll showerโ
[ Nishikiyama's cum trails rivulets down the back of his thighs.
Mine tries to move as if the sensation doesn't make him wobble, drawing the curtains outside the bathroom cabin before he goes in. Surrounded by the pressure of the water hitting tile, Mine stands bracing against the wall with one hand, it washing down his body. His knees get weak and his hips lock against the phantom motions of Nishikiyama rocking into him. Bearing down feels awkward when he's empty otherwise. Gravity urges him. Mine feels himself flush hot under a tepid stream when he pulls his ass cheek aside, getting out what Nishikiyama'd spent inside and letting the water flow in between. No more than a room away, Mine thinks of him. ]
[ Not too much later, there's a faint scrape of rail with the curtain pulled aside. Nishikiyama can be seen standing outside of the shower room before he lets himself in. By the time he enters, the glass box is full of steam. Nishikiyama tries not to look at Mine too much when he washes himself where he'd been earlier penetrated, moving beside him to stand beneath the rain shower head.
Despite brighter light and circumstances that may ordinarily make him shy, he's confident in stance if only because he'd seen how Mine had been made to hobble. He thumbs and combs through his roots, pulling his locks down from how they're usually combed back. As his black hair gets wetter, he reaches for one of the complementary washcloths and pumps body soap into it. He drags the suds over his skinโ starts with his waist first. He watches Mine from the side. ]
Mine.
[ He sweeps his hair to the side, most pieces parted and swept over the top of his scalp from above his right ear. It's flat on his neck from the water. His skin shines. Without further explanation, he takes a wet step forward and places the balled, soapy cloth against the smoke of Mine's kirin. ]
[ With his eyes cast down, his head tilted forward, Mine's hair hangs in wet clumps in front of his face. The water raining from above drips from the tip of his nose, the curve of his upper lip, his chin. He'd turned up the heat, letting it relax his muscles, misting up the glass. Some chill gets let in alongside Nishikiyama. Gooseflesh skin reaches up Mine's forearms. He pushes his hair back, his usual style that'll unravel again in seconds. Wet it's almost black, but fails to make Mine look harsher with the stark color.
Mine watches Nishikiyama undo himself with aโfirstโtentative glance over his shoulder. Just once he'd seen him with his hair spilling over his ears and the sides of his face. Then, looking at the koifish tattoo, there'd been the amazing contrast of so much red and black. The lather working itself up makes Nishikiyama almost look pale as the tops of his shoulders also catch cool light. What his sidelong glimpse warps into is not something Mine hides, but his lashes, with droplets clinging, flutter. ]
Boss...
[ Still calling the other man like so seems far removed from where they stand; sensuality seeps into a moment Mine'd only thought to use to get clean. What can he say, thoughโ he just reacts. The clouds of smoke on his skin are new and tender, sore from getting fucked on his back and moving roughly against the bedsheets. Mine's shoulders stiffen but ease when the motions of the washcloth on his back simply repeat.
Nishikiyama can see the kirin under the gloss of running water, draped over faintly reddened skin, as Mine's hands stay on the wall to square the canvas. ]
[ The cloth scrubs in soft circles, lacking too much pressure when passing over the bruises left by Mine's fight in the ring. The motions fall somewhere between affection and obligationโ more the former, under the guise of the latter. It's easier to go about things as if Mine is simply his responsibility to take care of rather than admit he'd wanted to be close; like a pet he wants nearby. His lips purse and puff at some dark hair that falls in the way, heavy pieces swaying out of his eyes. He tosses his neck to free his line of sight of obstruction. ]
Does it hurt?
[ Nishikiyama gets lazy and stops. After draping the wash towel over Mine's shoulder, he focuses on himself instead, taking the small bottle of expensive shampoo and lathering it into his scalp. His eyes shut to avoid any dripping suds. ]
No. [ He doesn't hate the feeling of being taken care of, whatever rationale Nishikiyama puts behind it. ] It's fine.
[ The running water dilutes conversation, anyway. Mine pulls the cloth over his shoulder. He'll use it to clean himself properly. While Nishikiyama closes his eyes, though, he may watch. The overhead lights let shadows play. There's very little feminine left for him to observe, not even the length of Nishikiyama's hair. Mine looks for masculinity in the divots of his muscles and the shaved stubble growing back in his armpits.
In the tight space, he leaves Nishikiyama under the rain shower head. Mine goes behind him to turn on the water in the tub. Hardly anything will be more intimate than what they've already done... ]
[ Nishikiyama's shower and baths usually run well long over because of his hair routine. While he's aware of this, he tries to speed the process along, eyes only creaking back open when his hair is slathered up into a pile of foam citrus and woody-smelling foam on his head. Mine is bending to turn on the faucet. In seeing it, Nishikiyama sits on a playful urge to lean over and smack him on the buttโ an intrusive thought that simply seems like it'd be fun. He figures now's probably not the time. Mine instead gets Nishikiyama staring dumbfoundedly at his ass until it comes off creepy. Enough is enough. He rinses his hair of shampoo, then soaps his body up with his hands because Mine still has his wash towel. ]
The salts might help the soreness. [ He suggests.
Nishikiyama's thigh glistens with body soap when he tries pointing in the general direction of the bath salts with his foot. He's got pretty good balance for someone dripping in the showerโ better balance for sure than Mine's when he'd wobbled in. Done posing, he stands instead with one foot placed in front of the other, arms moving higher to scrunch some conditioner into his wet hair. When it's heavy with it, he takes a pre-packaged hair tie from a shelving compartment to pull his hair into a ponytail. By the time the bath is full he's finished washing up. He lowers himself into the tub with his hair up and soaking in treatment, curiously wondering if Mine will take him up on spooning some lavender salt into the water. ]
[ Mine's gaze sweeps up, somehow sensing Nishikiyama's eyes on him again. Just water drips down between his legs, now. He can't exactly refuse Nishikiyama staring at his ass. Mine turns back, either pretending he doesn't notice or doesn't care. Neither is the real reason; it makes him feel coveted. He gets back under the shower. Mine stands closer to Nishikiyama than he'd been; their reaching for body wash and shampoo cross some. Mine's routine is barely abridged. After scrubbing himself and washing his hair, he combs conditioner through and out as Nishikiyama gets into the tub. Mine watches the tip of his ponytail graze the surface and his shoulders sink as he settles in.
He turns off the water. Mine braces his hands on the rim of the tub. Muscles are tired. He washes out a scoop of the bath salt and feels heady, the hint of lavender wafting back up in his face and the rainwater effect still mumbling in his ears. His gaze is focused quietly on Nishikiyama. He isn't intruding now, is heโ? His legs have strengthened against most wobbles and sways; Mine gets into the tub on the other end. Small waves translate the movement he introduces. Rather than sitting back, though, he leans over. Lips parted to meet Nishikiyama with a kiss. With their faces damp, it's wetter when parting. ]
I'm tired. I'll stay the night.
[ His intention unchanged, Nishikiyama must have picked up on that when Mine paid for the room. ]
[ Nishikiyama's legs are drawn close to his chest, but they don't make it difficult for Mine to incline and kiss him from his side of the tub. Some tiredness shows on his face. The day and its toll are catching up to him. The water smells nice. It'll cling to their skin once they're done. ]
Good. [ Simply put.
He doesn't want Mine going home suddenly or leaving him any more stupid thank you notes. It's better having Mine here with him, and he shouldn't feel comfortable enough to leave unless Nishikiyama is ready to dismiss him. That's what Nishikiyama thinks, selfishly. Pleased with the development, he leans against the wall of the tub. His arm brushes the top of the bathwater, making it ripple and flush the air with a lavender scent.
Long fingers outstretch. They'll make sure to hang onto Mine's for the rest of the night. ]
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Hah... I'mโ
[ Close. It's good. Now his motions are instinctual, something Mine can sort and put away by fucking into the permissive gap between Nishikiyama's legs. Mine feels himself fill out and his rhythm adjusts to his imminent climax. Nishikiyama holds him close and Mine's lips latch over the bite of his teeth. He pokes his tongue into the kiss, breathing hard.
This time, the intensity that fills Mine's eyes at his own movement, at Nishikiyama's body flush against his, tries to hide with his head pressed against the pillow. Nishikiyama can still see it, though, how Mine's brows pull tight and he breaks out of the kiss, mouth open. Again, cumming for the second time, there's less. Mine rides out his orgasm, sliding against Nishikiyama's skin easily with the lubrication; his thighs quiver, his hips stutter and eventually stop.
Drawn close together, Mine keeps his hand on Nishikiyama's ass, skin and muscle still taut under his fingertips. It doesn't meet the feeling of Nishikiyama inside of him, though. ]
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All good?
[ It's a given that it had been, but Nishikiyama shifts. As Mine comes off his orgasm, Nishikiyama separates his legs from their tightly pressed pose to reveal the gummy mess of lube and spunk left between. He's satisfied with what's there. Mine's attraction to him is physically evident. Flattering. ]
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Mine nods as he might, head shuffling there as he lays. The mess he'd added to and where he glances down at is indeed his proof. He finds satisfaction in Nishikiyama's eyes, and affection. It's hard to think of him as the Nishikiyama Family's patriarch at that moment. As the adrenaline drains, Mine turns his shoulders slightly. His gaze remains on the other man, first the tight furrows of his brow release somewhat, then quickly return. ]
โI've never felt like this before.
[ Mine has difficulty spelling it out further, the physical as well as the emotional part. What now? The same question from last time'd just been answered. ]
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Like what?
[ His eyes meet Mine's again. He's afraid of what he might say to himโ not of Mine not meaning his own words, but instead of himself. He'd abandoned someone he'd sworn an oath to before. Multiple people now.
Had he actually wanted to? He doesn't know. Nishikiyama holds onto Mine's shoulder without saying anything else. ]
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Mine hadn't said what he said without putting thought behind it, though. Sex had served a necessity in his life, but there'd been no desire of intimacy anymore beyond, between him and a woman. This is different. Here's a bond Mine'd looked for, but it's a connection wholly unlike what he'd envisioned to find in the yakuza. It's obvious in what way, right? Need he put it into words after all, he will. ]
Like I'm at the point of surrendering myself to you.
[ Mine's expression hardly changes, set and almost stern. His chest feels light, his shoulders heavy when he says so. ]
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I want you.
[ He'd said it in the car the first time they'd tried anything, and he says it now. What's more, he's able to continue: ]
All of you, every part. Nothing's enough for me anymore otherwise.
[ His tongue feels numb after saying it. Nishikiyama hadn't ever expected he might find the words to explain, but he's found Mine to be capable of understanding and reading through the lines. His eyes burn. ]
I doubt you have anything left to lose. You're in bed with yakuza.
[ Just as Mine had seen Nishikiyama differentlyโ perhaps as someone beyond his titleโ he envelopes himself back in the identity out of habit. No one left present or living sees him as anything else. Nishikiyama doesn't see what Mine sees. Blind to what parts of him aren't patriarch, his fingers slip to touch the cut on Mine's cheek. ]
...This is the bottom of society, Mine. You're in hell with me.
[ And yet, he finds brief glimpses of heaven. ]
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Every part, he'll give that. His money, his body, his passion. Loyalty and affection mingle together. Mine feels himself trembleโreality shows none of itโevery muscle he'd used in the coliseum about to fray, every bit of skin that'd had Nishikiyama's touch to it bursting open. This is how it feels when Mine walks himself over the verge he'd teetered on. ]
I want you to have it all.
[ He understands. What he says means totality to Nishikiyama. At the same time, Mine feels he's made a selfish confession because he comforts himself alongside. Nishikiyama will take every inexperienced piece of him too. There's no regret, though. There's a longer silence. Nishikiyama's gaze is red-hot, yet Mine feels like reaching out, even at the risk of burning himself. With their bodies pressed against each other, if this is the warmth of the abyss gaping beneath him... ]
You're right. There's nothing else.
[ The cut on Mine's cheek had opened itself back up from simple friction against the sheets. Gelled but not dried, Nishikiyama's fingers will come away with a thin line of red on them. Mine doesn't flinch. He doesn't sound dejected by his apparent loss. He sinks into Nishikiyama's dark browns, like they're the pit that swallows his fall. The comparison is lyrical, Mine finds. He doesn't shy from it. ]
Heaven's not paradise, if this is hell.
[ At the summit of society, the sky opens up to emptiness. The air there is thin. ]
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Youโ [ He huffs something like a laugh shallowly, looking at the early blooming hickey he'd left on Mine's skin. A bad habit that Mine in the morning probably hates. He smears his thumb there to dry it. ] I never pictured you saying something like that out loud.
[ But Nishikiyama definitely doesn't mind. He leans closer in bed to him, kissing him once on the mouth as a present. ]
Don't know where your suave alter ego is coming from right now, but I don't hate it.
[ The scoff is felt on his breath. ]
You mean that? Tell me straight. [ Nishikiyama wants the affirmation; to hear Mine say it to him again. ]
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When Nishikiyama's soft laugh isn't scorn, rather than replying Mine accepts the kiss, fleeting but wanted. There's hardly time to part his own lips to it, though. His thumb brushes over the crest of Nishikiyama's hip. Where Mine's touch'd been flattened against the skin becomes cool in the absence of his hand, shifting a little. Still guarded, he likes touching Nishikiyama. ]
I mean it.
[ Mine's gaze remains solemn until he says it. What'd been a hint of melancholy in his realization soon fades. ]
I'm in a world of wealth. There's no price I won't pay to be with you.
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Don't leave my side.
[ That's it; that's the price. ]
You don't have to pay anything else. Just that.
[ Nishikiyama unravels from Mine slightly. His fingers slip into the gaps of Mine's own, still there on the bone of his hip. ]
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If that's allโ
[ Then it's easy. He's sought to devote himself. ]
Very well.
[ Nishikiyama keeps him there. He reaches his thumb between the space of Nishikiyama's fingers, between thumb and index. Mine obliges, out of his depths, to reject a bid for closeness. Something he'd fled from not too long ago gifts him serenity, or rather, Nishikiyama does. ]
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โWe stink.
[ Complaint. Though he says it's both of them, more specifically, he's self-conscious of himself. Given how Mine probably lasers his whole body, he's truthfully not even sure if the other man is capable of smelling bad. He hadn't noticed. The smell of them having ejaculated more than once is prominent. He squirms out from under the blanket to sit himself up sideways, his body betrayingly lean-figured without his jacket or the blankets to hide his actual size. ]
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Ultimately, his decision gets dragged out. He finds himself agreeing; he'd exhausted himself and just rinsing after the fight hadn't been enough. This time, he should go first. Sweat and more clings to his skin, especially between his legs. Getting up and out of the covers, there's evidence even in the low light ]
I'll showerโ
[ Nishikiyama's cum trails rivulets down the back of his thighs.
Mine tries to move as if the sensation doesn't make him wobble, drawing the curtains outside the bathroom cabin before he goes in. Surrounded by the pressure of the water hitting tile, Mine stands bracing against the wall with one hand, it washing down his body. His knees get weak and his hips lock against the phantom motions of Nishikiyama rocking into him. Bearing down feels awkward when he's empty otherwise. Gravity urges him. Mine feels himself flush hot under a tepid stream when he pulls his ass cheek aside, getting out what Nishikiyama'd spent inside and letting the water flow in between. No more than a room away, Mine thinks of him. ]
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Despite brighter light and circumstances that may ordinarily make him shy, he's confident in stance if only because he'd seen how Mine had been made to hobble. He thumbs and combs through his roots, pulling his locks down from how they're usually combed back. As his black hair gets wetter, he reaches for one of the complementary washcloths and pumps body soap into it. He drags the suds over his skinโ starts with his waist first. He watches Mine from the side. ]
Mine.
[ He sweeps his hair to the side, most pieces parted and swept over the top of his scalp from above his right ear. It's flat on his neck from the water. His skin shines. Without further explanation, he takes a wet step forward and places the balled, soapy cloth against the smoke of Mine's kirin. ]
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Mine watches Nishikiyama undo himself with aโfirstโtentative glance over his shoulder. Just once he'd seen him with his hair spilling over his ears and the sides of his face. Then, looking at the koifish tattoo, there'd been the amazing contrast of so much red and black. The lather working itself up makes Nishikiyama almost look pale as the tops of his shoulders also catch cool light. What his sidelong glimpse warps into is not something Mine hides, but his lashes, with droplets clinging, flutter. ]
Boss...
[ Still calling the other man like so seems far removed from where they stand; sensuality seeps into a moment Mine'd only thought to use to get clean. What can he say, thoughโ he just reacts. The clouds of smoke on his skin are new and tender, sore from getting fucked on his back and moving roughly against the bedsheets. Mine's shoulders stiffen but ease when the motions of the washcloth on his back simply repeat.
Nishikiyama can see the kirin under the gloss of running water, draped over faintly reddened skin, as Mine's hands stay on the wall to square the canvas. ]
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[ The cloth scrubs in soft circles, lacking too much pressure when passing over the bruises left by Mine's fight in the ring. The motions fall somewhere between affection and obligationโ more the former, under the guise of the latter. It's easier to go about things as if Mine is simply his responsibility to take care of rather than admit he'd wanted to be close; like a pet he wants nearby. His lips purse and puff at some dark hair that falls in the way, heavy pieces swaying out of his eyes. He tosses his neck to free his line of sight of obstruction. ]
Does it hurt?
[ Nishikiyama gets lazy and stops. After draping the wash towel over Mine's shoulder, he focuses on himself instead, taking the small bottle of expensive shampoo and lathering it into his scalp. His eyes shut to avoid any dripping suds. ]
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[ The running water dilutes conversation, anyway. Mine pulls the cloth over his shoulder. He'll use it to clean himself properly. While Nishikiyama closes his eyes, though, he may watch. The overhead lights let shadows play. There's very little feminine left for him to observe, not even the length of Nishikiyama's hair. Mine looks for masculinity in the divots of his muscles and the shaved stubble growing back in his armpits.
In the tight space, he leaves Nishikiyama under the rain shower head. Mine goes behind him to turn on the water in the tub. Hardly anything will be more intimate than what they've already done... ]
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The salts might help the soreness. [ He suggests.
Nishikiyama's thigh glistens with body soap when he tries pointing in the general direction of the bath salts with his foot. He's got pretty good balance for someone dripping in the showerโ better balance for sure than Mine's when he'd wobbled in. Done posing, he stands instead with one foot placed in front of the other, arms moving higher to scrunch some conditioner into his wet hair. When it's heavy with it, he takes a pre-packaged hair tie from a shelving compartment to pull his hair into a ponytail. By the time the bath is full he's finished washing up. He lowers himself into the tub with his hair up and soaking in treatment, curiously wondering if Mine will take him up on spooning some lavender salt into the water. ]
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He turns off the water. Mine braces his hands on the rim of the tub. Muscles are tired. He washes out a scoop of the bath salt and feels heady, the hint of lavender wafting back up in his face and the rainwater effect still mumbling in his ears. His gaze is focused quietly on Nishikiyama. He isn't intruding now, is heโ? His legs have strengthened against most wobbles and sways; Mine gets into the tub on the other end. Small waves translate the movement he introduces. Rather than sitting back, though, he leans over. Lips parted to meet Nishikiyama with a kiss. With their faces damp, it's wetter when parting. ]
I'm tired. I'll stay the night.
[ His intention unchanged, Nishikiyama must have picked up on that when Mine paid for the room. ]
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Good. [ Simply put.
He doesn't want Mine going home suddenly or leaving him any more stupid thank you notes. It's better having Mine here with him, and he shouldn't feel comfortable enough to leave unless Nishikiyama is ready to dismiss him. That's what Nishikiyama thinks, selfishly. Pleased with the development, he leans against the wall of the tub. His arm brushes the top of the bathwater, making it ripple and flush the air with a lavender scent.
Long fingers outstretch. They'll make sure to hang onto Mine's for the rest of the night. ]