[ Nishikiyama's gaze spells out his own awareness. And that is enough, Mine thinks, when the point must be only that he understands. Wanting but showing up demure, there's nothing there to threaten the patriarch's place on top. Mine is happy, that this means he'll give in.
He'd wondered if it's enough for Nishikiyama. Tactful and reliable, pliable to do anything yakuza, of course Mine is all that. His chest lifts gently when Nishikiyama has slowed down again. Warm breath puffs within the kiss and Mine feels it lay itself on top of the thin sheen of sweat that's spread across his whole body by now. He begins to push his hips back again, not much his own cadence and just looking to match Nishikiyama's movement. The swipe of his fingertips reaches a delicate place. Smooth here, Mine evidently takes care of his armpit hair by more than just shaving a few times a week. The effort matches the bare skin of his chest. Being kneaded and kissed, his nipples stand sore for attention. Mine hisses when Nishikiyama teethes at one, and keens from his throat when he reaches further down. ]
Not there—
[ Earnest protest. The tip glistens, ruddy and puffy. Nishikiyama will know how close Mine is by touch alone, and deep lines pinch the bridge of his nose. His tit swells against Nishikiyama's lips as Mine sucks in breath. He's eager to come, anxious to hold out. ]
[ Nishikiyama's eyelashes flutter, dark brown eyes looking up through them when Mine struggles under his fingers. Again— consideration can be seen as it passes. Nishikiyama weighs whether he wants to obey or not, his stroking hand slow over sensitive skin. He decides that he won't. Instead, Nishikiyama thrusts hard enough to make Mine's body jerk against him, light teeth marks left when he's rougher around the nipple in his mouth. Slippery and saliva-coated when letting go, he feels it graze his cheek before he moves up higher. He's ready to have his fill too. Still: ]
Hold out.
[ It's an unfair expectation. Nishikiyama feels Mine's arousal ready to bloom beneath his hand, thrumming through the veins that show more prominently than they had. He ignores that and still yet drives back up to speed. The more he bucks, the less resistance he finds he's met with. Mine's ass around him has learned his shape, wrapped warmly around him and wringing out all that's there. The bedroom they're in is filled with the sound of sex. No noise from the TV, no song from a speaker. The Aoyama mansion suite is so high up that they don't hear cars on the street. Nishikiyama throws his hair from his face with a toss of his neck. He dips to silence his partner's protest with his kisses, and Mine is fucked without relenting. A short while after, Nishikiyama sucks down Mine's breath. The body over him locks and spills his seed somewhere inside. At the same time, he clamps his grip down over Mine's cock so he can't follow him. ]
[ Lightly, he pushes on Nishikiyama's shoulder. In contrast, his fingernails at the elbow dig in hard. Mine utters some sound, both at the sharp edge of teeth on his breast, and the clash of Nishikiyama's hips against his. What he does is almost enough for pain, but Mine's desire does not abate. So be it; that seems to be his answer. Even so, his thighs shake and inside he squeezes around Nishikiyama's length.
As the sounds they make together hang above, he expects Nishikiyama will stop again and leave him teetering on an edge. Maybe the remnant rhythm will push him over then; all the discipline Mine has hold of may not be enough. Finally, his eyes shut into the kiss, capitulating his intentions. Nishikiyama's cock fills out, swelling with each thrust, for Mine to realize that he won't hold back himself. Nishikiyama comes without the previous fanfare about it, and Mine next— ]
Kh...!
[ Mine's eyes pop open when Nishikiyama stops and leaves his hand around him in a vise. His walls flutter, he sucks breath back into the kiss on his end. Mine's nails claw at Nishikiyama's arm, indignant. His hips jerk, wanting movement back. ]
[ Nishikiyama holds Mine in place, even as nails raze his arm. With Mine’s ass pressed flush against him, he keeps him close— a vessel for his release, an answer to a carnal call. He isn’t quite out of breath though he’s in some disarray. His pupils wander, not quite fixing on one spot and yet knowing that Mine wants what he has. As pleasure floods through him, globby mess of cum caught in the barrow gaps of space, Nishikiyama smirks because he knows he’s done something mean. He watches Mine in sadistic silence, breath after breath falling from his lips. He feels Mine’s length twitching with demand, and as the marks on his arm turn redder, he yields out of mercy alone. The thumb on the glans, once covering the top, slides over to the side. Heavy handed strokes milk ejaculation up through the spout, leaving only enough time for Mine to remember that Nishikiyama’s the one calling the shots. His gaze drops to watch. At the same time, he claps a hand over Mine’s ass cheek again, lazily pulling it apart and then dropping it. The kirin’s leg distorts and then straightens. The room melts and Nishikiyama remembers gravity. ]
[ Even kissing, without Nishikiyama's hands caging in head and shoulders, Mine feels visible and exposed. The patriarch's gaze doesn't cover him whole and his legs stick out from the shadow of his body. It feels intentional, when Nishikiyama regards him like this for another moment and Mine sees another threat take a seat in his dark eyes. If he was trying to get away, though, Mine wouldn't pull on his arm harder. His walls spasm around the waning length when Nishikiyama moves his hand again. This time, it's predictable. He's full with Nishikiyama's spend and plugged up. Quickly, Mine also comes, ropes of white stick to his taut stomach. His sensitive spot scrapes against Nishikiyama's cock. The feeling is all new, and Mine flushes. He shudders with some noise when Nishikiyama slaps his rear, where the skin quickly turns red and warm at his fingertips. Mine writhes some in his grip, between the sting of it and riding out his own orgasm. His eyelids flutter, when gravity takes over Nishikiyama again, Mine tries to maneuver him by his shoulder. Nishikiyama's unremitting closeness is a comfort in the end. The creases between Mine's brows have buffed out; he didn't hate waiting. Mine's hand slips from his elbow, having left his marks there. ]
[ As Nishikiyama softens, he lets himself slide out of Mine's opening. He lays in a gap between Mine's arm and body, where his legs aren't in the way and pseudo-spooning him. Whatever this position, half turned and half flat, can be referred to. Nishikiyama is tired. Finished with the dick in his hand, he lets go of it. His touch sweeps over the side of Mine's body, settling somewhere on his naked upper hip. The bed smells like them. ]
[ Some small noise as Nishikiyama slides out; every inch of his body is sensitive in those moments after. Mine comes back to clarity post-climax, still posed like the other'd wanted him to be. Less worried about leaving a wet-spot on his own sheets, he turns his head far enough to catch Nishikiyama in his view. Mine watches his chest rise and fall evenly. His hand crosses over his arm, tentative. He just about reaches around, with Nishikiyama lying on his side. It's good, Mine finds at that moment, how close they are. His answer is quite sober. ]
[ Nishikiyama wonders what Mine's referring to specifically. Only a small moment has passed and there's a hand reaching to keep touching him— it can't be a covert way of telling Nishikiyama he's decided he doesn't want him to stay the night. With that option out of the way, it has to be about the sex itself. Hm. ]
Which part?
[ He doesn't know, and he doesn't want to guess. His eyes move, meeting Mine's as his head turns back to face him more properly. He ponders whether or not they should smoke. ]
[ There’d been the thought of Nishikiyama delaying his search for Hiyoshi when he came up to his apartment, if fleeting. Mine finds several moments in which to abandon his view of Nishikiyama as the yakuza family patriarch. Something else, though— ]
You were rough. I liked that.
[ Mine’s heart thumps in his throat, one beat he swallows around. The marks left on Nishikiyama’s arm are supposed to be evidence of it. Meeting him, Nishikiyama’s gaze isn’t especially readable and Mine waits. ]
[ Nishikiyama reflects on the truth of that. He thinks of how it'd been, and how Mine had been, too. There's thoughtfulness in the beat between their statements. ]
I liked when you used your mouth.
[ Apparently, it's now time for feedback. It's only fair he say something back, since he himself is being encouraged to do more of something. Roughness in the sack isn't difficult for Nishikiyama, though— it never has been. An instinct to assert dominance, verbally or physically, comes quite naturally. He's definitely the more proactive between the two of them...
Some wrinkles furrow between his eyebrows. He seems to be thinking about this but doesn't say anything else regarding it out loud. ]
[ Mine's eyes dart away from Nishikiyama's face. Unsure of the answer he'd expected, it wasn't to recall sixty-nining in his own bed. It's impossible that it show in the low light, but Mine feels heat spread across his neck and chest. Nishikiyama liked it, and the idea makes some sensation swell beneath the flush. Though, Mine doesn't know what to do with the knowledge—just like what he did do to make Nishikiyama feel good—other than keep it.
Nishikiyama'd told him the very first time what he likes. His gaze returns. ]
You said it's more exciting.
[ A blunt reflection. When Mine does something that he admits is new to him. Talking like this after sex is, too. Focus returns versus when his eyes'd been glazed over in ecstasy. He tries to trace his own answer in the furrows of Nishikiyama's brow. Mine's hand squeezes a little. ]
[ Nishikiyama says it in a way that suggests he simply wants Mine to agree with him. He shifts on his side of the mattress, adjusting himself to tangle up more in Mine’s limbs from behind. An arm outstretches across him, fingers slipped through the spaces of Mine’s just before he squeezes. He’s normally a creature to keep himself guarded and on edge, but he’s comfortable and splayed now more like a large, tamed pet. Cigaretteless yet, he decides he’s fine enough to wait. It will be a while longer before he finds himself restless again post bliss after orgasm. ]
[ Mine feels that he moves around behind, beside him, shuffling closer into shared space, Nishikiyama's legs brush against his feet. Their fingers interlaced, Mine locks the patriarch's in behind his knuckles. Even less than what they did to begin with, Mine'd not expected himself to lean into the kind of intimacy that is now, with most of a clear head. He withdraws, rather, but with Nishikiyama dislikes doing so. Mine hears praise when he affirms his own half-question, with a kind of sobriety that he'd thought was his alone. Nishikiyama between his teeth had felt so delicate. ]
You're the first time I did that.
[ He'd known, probably. But does he enjoy the prospect of this confession? Mine keeps watching Nishikiyama for the reaction. ]
[ It's something that Nishikiyama had known so, when mentioned, it isn't quite met with the reverence or surprise that may have happened had they shared fewer details sooner. If Nishikiyama is the first man Mine's found his way to bed with, it'd only make sense that this is his first time putting his mouth on another man's cock. The praise Mine wants surfaces for another thought instead. ]
It felt good.
[ And this is the most important part anyway. Nishikiyama's eyes move somewhere else, embarrassment finding its way beneath the skin on his cheeks. His fingers stay loosely curled between Mine's knuckles. ]
We had more going on at once so it was more fun too.
[ A rabbit runs faster to a carrot than an empty hand after all. ]
[ A hum to reply lacks commitment, maybe he'd expected more. Maybe he was wrong to; Nishikiyama is right, much of his trial was about what might have felt good on himself. Right there, Mine could find dissonance in Nishikiyama liking the mere prospect of him permitting himself to suck him off versus it actually feeling good. That the patriarch feels flustered the same makes it easier for Mine to react. Or not react, not do much of anything to move away. ]
Really—?
[ He doesn't mean to sound incredulous. Mine's fingers tighten up on the space between them, where Nishikiyama keeps his. Stiff, reluctant to let go even if the other man were to do so. ]
It felt good because there was more going on?
[ Mine ponders his own admission earlier. He'd observed himself a lot more agile than usual, too. His tone still sits with that sober mood post-orgasm, belying curiosity. ]
[ Mine thinks so, too. He doesn't feel weird about being asked to clarify.
It's been different every time.
[ Not a secret for a long while, that first time everything was new. "Rough" didn't cover it. There'd been a line, and they surely crossed it tonight. Mine's eyes are pools that affirm him. ]
[ Nishikiyama isn't an expert on whether this is true or not himself, but he's mighty good at pretending that he is. Behind Mine's kirin he's somewhat drowsy now, but an urge to smoke is still there. After another moment of laying intertwined with him, Nishikiyama slides himself up onto one of his elbows, sniffing the room once to affirm something to himself. He pats and pulls at the end table drawer in search of cigarettes. ]
—I'll open a window.
[ There are enough bedsheets on Mine's bed for him to wrap some of the thin ones around his hips to keep some shade of modesty in place. He steals a box of Mine's brand and moves to the sliding door with a train of sheets that drag after him. ]
[ There's confidence Mine isn't in a place to begin doubting, and neither does he want to. That it'd been good remains fact. That they'll do it again, too. His grasp resists enough for Nishikiyama to notice, but in the end he lets go easily. Mine feels and watches him shift and slip away. He views Nishikiyama shuffle around with his hair plastered to his own face at the rim of his vision. The carton in his bedside drawer is hidden in there, like it's something he keeps secret, despite having an ashtray set out on a coffee table in plain sight.
With a suggestion meant to allay any qualms, but so far he's silently permissive. He sits and gathers the bedsheet in his lap. Mine's Cabins aren't as strong, and it's the reason that he likes the hi-lites better diluted in a kiss. Beside the window frame, he sees a faint orange glow flicker into existence and a silver ribbon trail up from it, pushed in by the outside air. His brow crinkles. ]
You'll stay the night?
[ Mine asks after tracing Nishikiyama's handsome profile in the low light of the floor lamp. It's clear he's just after a confirmation. ]
[ He's not so sure anymore. Their meal at the cafe feels like it'd been a while ago, as does the outing to the game center. Nishikiyama pulls his knees up to his chest while sitting on the ledge of the window, a gap slid open to let in fresh air and, likewise, his cigarette smoke out. They're so high up and there's barely any noise. Aoyama is nothing like Shinjuku. The quiet could make him nervous if he were alone. ]
I'm only asking to tell you to stay, had you changed your mind.
[ He did. Mine shuffled all his meetings, and housekeeping too. Does he need to remind Nishikiyama? Continuation of his answer says no either way. The sheet gets tucked underneath Nishikiyama's feet some and trails down over the sill in another way. Mine is sure he doesn't pose for the picture, but there's a quality showing him conscious of where his limbs end up, he finds. The window is open to more sound than he ordinarily lets up here. Mine scoots toward the edge of the bed. His toes touch the carpeted floor again, the other leg folded underneath and behind his knee. ]
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Date: 2024-03-23 05:15 pm (UTC)He'd wondered if it's enough for Nishikiyama. Tactful and reliable, pliable to do anything yakuza, of course Mine is all that. His chest lifts gently when Nishikiyama has slowed down again. Warm breath puffs within the kiss and Mine feels it lay itself on top of the thin sheen of sweat that's spread across his whole body by now. He begins to push his hips back again, not much his own cadence and just looking to match Nishikiyama's movement. The swipe of his fingertips reaches a delicate place. Smooth here, Mine evidently takes care of his armpit hair by more than just shaving a few times a week. The effort matches the bare skin of his chest. Being kneaded and kissed, his nipples stand sore for attention. Mine hisses when Nishikiyama teethes at one, and keens from his throat when he reaches further down. ]
Not there—
[ Earnest protest. The tip glistens, ruddy and puffy. Nishikiyama will know how close Mine is by touch alone, and deep lines pinch the bridge of his nose. His tit swells against Nishikiyama's lips as Mine sucks in breath. He's eager to come, anxious to hold out. ]
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Date: 2024-03-26 03:54 pm (UTC)Hold out.
[ It's an unfair expectation. Nishikiyama feels Mine's arousal ready to bloom beneath his hand, thrumming through the veins that show more prominently than they had. He ignores that and still yet drives back up to speed. The more he bucks, the less resistance he finds he's met with. Mine's ass around him has learned his shape, wrapped warmly around him and wringing out all that's there. The bedroom they're in is filled with the sound of sex. No noise from the TV, no song from a speaker. The Aoyama mansion suite is so high up that they don't hear cars on the street. Nishikiyama throws his hair from his face with a toss of his neck. He dips to silence his partner's protest with his kisses, and Mine is fucked without relenting. A short while after, Nishikiyama sucks down Mine's breath. The body over him locks and spills his seed somewhere inside. At the same time, he clamps his grip down over Mine's cock so he can't follow him. ]
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Date: 2024-03-27 09:15 am (UTC)As the sounds they make together hang above, he expects Nishikiyama will stop again and leave him teetering on an edge. Maybe the remnant rhythm will push him over then; all the discipline Mine has hold of may not be enough. Finally, his eyes shut into the kiss, capitulating his intentions. Nishikiyama's cock fills out, swelling with each thrust, for Mine to realize that he won't hold back himself. Nishikiyama comes without the previous fanfare about it, and Mine next— ]
Kh...!
[ Mine's eyes pop open when Nishikiyama stops and leaves his hand around him in a vise. His walls flutter, he sucks breath back into the kiss on his end. Mine's nails claw at Nishikiyama's arm, indignant. His hips jerk, wanting movement back. ]
Hah—
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Date: 2024-03-28 01:26 pm (UTC)I didn't expect this tonight.
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Date: 2024-03-28 02:43 pm (UTC)Which part?
[ He doesn't know, and he doesn't want to guess. His eyes move, meeting Mine's as his head turns back to face him more properly. He ponders whether or not they should smoke. ]
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Date: 2024-03-28 10:37 pm (UTC)You were rough. I liked that.
[ Mine’s heart thumps in his throat, one beat he swallows around. The marks left on Nishikiyama’s arm are supposed to be evidence of it. Meeting him, Nishikiyama’s gaze isn’t especially readable and Mine waits. ]
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Date: 2024-03-29 03:53 pm (UTC)I liked when you used your mouth.
[ Apparently, it's now time for feedback. It's only fair he say something back, since he himself is being encouraged to do more of something. Roughness in the sack isn't difficult for Nishikiyama, though— it never has been. An instinct to assert dominance, verbally or physically, comes quite naturally. He's definitely the more proactive between the two of them...
Some wrinkles furrow between his eyebrows. He seems to be thinking about this but doesn't say anything else regarding it out loud. ]
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Date: 2024-03-29 06:13 pm (UTC)Nishikiyama'd told him the very first time what he likes. His gaze returns. ]
You said it's more exciting.
[ A blunt reflection. When Mine does something that he admits is new to him. Talking like this after sex is, too. Focus returns versus when his eyes'd been glazed over in ecstasy. He tries to trace his own answer in the furrows of Nishikiyama's brow. Mine's hand squeezes a little. ]
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Date: 2024-03-30 03:23 pm (UTC)[ Nishikiyama says it in a way that suggests he simply wants Mine to agree with him. He shifts on his side of the mattress, adjusting himself to tangle up more in Mine’s limbs from behind. An arm outstretches across him, fingers slipped through the spaces of Mine’s just before he squeezes. He’s normally a creature to keep himself guarded and on edge, but he’s comfortable and splayed now more like a large, tamed pet. Cigaretteless yet, he decides he’s fine enough to wait. It will be a while longer before he finds himself restless again post bliss after orgasm. ]
You didn’t cough on me or anything either.
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Date: 2024-03-31 07:27 am (UTC)You're the first time I did that.
[ He'd known, probably. But does he enjoy the prospect of this confession? Mine keeps watching Nishikiyama for the reaction. ]
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Date: 2024-03-31 10:41 pm (UTC)[ It's something that Nishikiyama had known so, when mentioned, it isn't quite met with the reverence or surprise that may have happened had they shared fewer details sooner. If Nishikiyama is the first man Mine's found his way to bed with, it'd only make sense that this is his first time putting his mouth on another man's cock. The praise Mine wants surfaces for another thought instead. ]
It felt good.
[ And this is the most important part anyway. Nishikiyama's eyes move somewhere else, embarrassment finding its way beneath the skin on his cheeks. His fingers stay loosely curled between Mine's knuckles. ]
We had more going on at once so it was more fun too.
[ A rabbit runs faster to a carrot than an empty hand after all. ]
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Date: 2024-04-01 10:25 am (UTC)Really—?
[ He doesn't mean to sound incredulous. Mine's fingers tighten up on the space between them, where Nishikiyama keeps his. Stiff, reluctant to let go even if the other man were to do so. ]
It felt good because there was more going on?
[ Mine ponders his own admission earlier. He'd observed himself a lot more agile than usual, too. His tone still sits with that sober mood post-orgasm, belying curiosity. ]
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Date: 2024-04-01 12:22 pm (UTC)[ Nishikiyama meets him with some curiosity too, but because he wonders if Mine will disagree. ]
Did it feel the same to you either way?
[ It shouldn't be that way. Here's why: ]
You said you liked how rough it was. I was trying to experiment.
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Date: 2024-04-01 12:51 pm (UTC)[ Mine thinks so, too. He doesn't feel weird about being asked to clarify.
It's been different every time.
[ Not a secret for a long while, that first time everything was new. "Rough" didn't cover it. There'd been a line, and they surely crossed it tonight. Mine's eyes are pools that affirm him. ]
In a way that got under my skin, in a good way.
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Date: 2024-04-01 04:44 pm (UTC)[ Nishikiyama isn't an expert on whether this is true or not himself, but he's mighty good at pretending that he is. Behind Mine's kirin he's somewhat drowsy now, but an urge to smoke is still there. After another moment of laying intertwined with him, Nishikiyama slides himself up onto one of his elbows, sniffing the room once to affirm something to himself. He pats and pulls at the end table drawer in search of cigarettes. ]
—I'll open a window.
[ There are enough bedsheets on Mine's bed for him to wrap some of the thin ones around his hips to keep some shade of modesty in place. He steals a box of Mine's brand and moves to the sliding door with a train of sheets that drag after him. ]
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Date: 2024-04-01 11:43 pm (UTC)With a suggestion meant to allay any qualms, but so far he's silently permissive. He sits and gathers the bedsheet in his lap. Mine's Cabins aren't as strong, and it's the reason that he likes the hi-lites better diluted in a kiss. Beside the window frame, he sees a faint orange glow flicker into existence and a silver ribbon trail up from it, pushed in by the outside air. His brow crinkles. ]
You'll stay the night?
[ Mine asks after tracing Nishikiyama's handsome profile in the low light of the floor lamp. It's clear he's just after a confirmation. ]
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Date: 2024-04-03 02:49 pm (UTC)[ He's not so sure anymore. Their meal at the cafe feels like it'd been a while ago, as does the outing to the game center. Nishikiyama pulls his knees up to his chest while sitting on the ledge of the window, a gap slid open to let in fresh air and, likewise, his cigarette smoke out. They're so high up and there's barely any noise. Aoyama is nothing like Shinjuku. The quiet could make him nervous if he were alone. ]
I'm not letting you kick me out.
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Date: 2024-04-03 04:23 pm (UTC)[ He did. Mine shuffled all his meetings, and housekeeping too. Does he need to remind Nishikiyama? Continuation of his answer says no either way. The sheet gets tucked underneath Nishikiyama's feet some and trails down over the sill in another way. Mine is sure he doesn't pose for the picture, but there's a quality showing him conscious of where his limbs end up, he finds. The window is open to more sound than he ordinarily lets up here. Mine scoots toward the edge of the bed. His toes touch the carpeted floor again, the other leg folded underneath and behind his knee. ]
I'm glad you haven't.