[ Isn't that, like, an egg tart? Or something? Doesn't it have cheese? Nishikiyama thinks of something yellow with crust, but quiche isn't something he eats in the morning let alone often at all. As Mine makes his way into the bathroom once more, Nishikiyama simply follows. He's nowhere else to beβ nothing else in the apartment catches his attention the same way. As Mine carefully lays his facemask over her skin, Nishikiyama gazes through the mirror. ]
[ Mine smoothes the mask around the eye area, around the outer rim, gaze fixed in the mirror and seemingly on himself. Until he meets Nishikiyama's eyes via his reflection. The sheet hides any crease of his brow. ]
Yes.
[ Though rarely for breakfast, he omits. Nishikiyama told him to treat this morning like any other, the breakfast order alone is far from it. Mine has the sense, that Nishikiyama doesn't watch his eating lighter or heavier meals to match the time of day and just what tastes good. He's happy to adjust. He decides to elaborate before the pause in their conversation through the mirror stretches on. ]
It has eggs, ham, and I ordered to eat it warm. It's french.
[ This conversation is filler. Nishikiyama knows Mine won't feed him garbage (frankly, it's too expensive to taste bad). He instead studies how Mine looks with the skin mask on his faceβ the seriousness of it significantly weakened. His lips move in the open gap, hardly changing expression. ]
βIsn't this nice?
[ He tries to quip him into either vulnerability or confusion. ]
[ Mine turns away from the mirror and from the conversation about what breakfast he ordered, hand on the countertop. Again, his brow hardly seems to even crinkle, confusion concealed by the thin, neatly pressed on mask. ]
This?
[ A slow morning, their pas de deux? That Mine flusters from his own thinking is equally invisible, yet lingers in the air. His gaze flickers, to and from, Nishikiyama without the mirror between. ]
[ Though he'd been the one to steer the conversation in this direction, he seems to have trouble accepting the affection. His eyes look at Mineβ then away. There are efforts not to look at him when Mine's gaze is upon him. ]
I should probably try and be in Shinjuku again by 2. Told someone I'd meet them later in the evening for a drink.
[ Without malicious intent, Mine still finds himself expecting that sort of response, goading the other man into replying with his defenses up. His gaze stays, even as Nishikiyama insists his answer doesn't get anywhere near him. Dark browns are a stark contrast to the sheer white paper mask, and look like they'll pin him to cork board underneath. ]
[ The way he says it suggests there's more to the story. There's some heaviness in the words, the friendship between himself and Reina a relationship that's always been something to her and nothing to him at the same time. Nothing that she wants it to be anyway. ]
Did you want to come?
[ Anything to avoid talking to her one on one. She always finds ways to poke and corner him in her advances without other customers there to listen. ]
[ It doesn't suggest anything sinister, but Mine can tell that he leaves some things unsaid. Surely, Nishikiyama has more than a few people to fit that non-description. ]
Are you inviting me?
[ Mine's question back carries some levity, not feeling anxious, because he'd been offered the details of his day out of nowhere. Nishikiyama wants to share about that, and even if Mine asks he doesn't feel as though he's prying too much as a result. He already says 'yes' without putting the exact words forward: ]
[ His eyes move to meet Mine's again. With a silence between them that follows, he reaches his arm out to peel Mine's mask off by the edge, deciding it's been on him for too long. The slimy paper of it is laid in his hand. ]
[ A silence he leaves be, wallowing in the words of Nishikiyama's reply. Mismatched to that, his eyebrows pinch the bridge of his nose, grimacing as the mask tugs on soft skin. Nishikiyama reveals to himself the subtle sheen of lotion not yet pulled into Mine's invisible pores.
Finally, his chest rises and his own weight eases off his shoulder. Mine comes away from the countertop. ]
I'll be there, then.
[ Nothing, it looks like, is left on his schedule for the day, even though Nishikiyama'd only said to clear it out for the morning. Mine's fingertips brush across his palm, taking the crumpled-up mask to throw it away. This whole time he keeps his gaze with Nishikiyama's. After drifting from room to room there's no rush now, not even to get dressed. ]
She'll pry because you're new, but don't give too many details. Want her as uninvolved in all of this as possible.
[ Reina has always been wrapped around his finger, but there's no reason for her to meddle or press. Not that he thinks Mine needs to be told twice; he certainly doesn't seem the type to kiss and tell. ]
Can you do that?
[ Nishikiyama is looking at him now as if he wants something but doesn't move first as he usually might. He doesn't need Mine to reply for him to know that the answer is yes. ]
[ She? Mine latches onto faint elaboration. Rather than creases appearing back on his brow, curiosity moves into his face by lifting away so much introspection. When he notices it himself, Mine snuffs it quickly with the kind of curt answer. ]
Yes.
[ No one knows. But he regards it with the reasoning of keeping something precious like a museum piece behind glass. Steam from the shower still hangs in the room. Mine steps closer. With the layers of the bathrobe slightly parted, he catches a glimpse of Nishikiyama's bare chest. His fingers tug on a long sleeve, charged with unspoken intent. ]
[ With a quick glance to the door, Nishikiyama assesses the likelihood of their breakfast arriving anytime too soon. The light hook of fingers in the bathrobe is suggestive enough, and something not yakuza in Nishikiyama locks the thudding of his heartbeat in his throat. Is he embarrassed? Flattered? He shouldn't be with the power dynamic and yet he somehow feels hesitant for too much of himself to be known. His next swallow hurts in a strange way. ]
You really listened yesterday.
[ His arm is loose and easy to pull from the sleeve. He isn't resisting Mine's motions. ]
[ Who is Nishikiyama's rendezvous, some former love story? Just knowing it's a woman makes Mine feel unnervingly possessive. That's not why he's reached for the other man's arm, thoughβnot the whole reason. Mine studies his reaction and the hint of tension within it, while feeling his own pulse bound just under his jawline. His loose grasp moves up over Nishikiyama's elbow and sinks into terry cloth and muscle of his upper arm. ]
I didn't know you had plans.
[ But because he's been invited, Mine isn't upset. ]
Otherwise, I would have wanted you to stay longer.
[ He explains. This is different. In his own apartment, Mine doesn't have to think about what show of their relationship is appropriate in public. He tugs on the robe until it slips off of Nishikiyama's shoulder. Mine's thumb settles behind his collarbone, fingers brushing the base of Nishikiyama's neck, and like that, his gaze lingers silently. ]
[ Nishikiyama's shoulder spills out of the robe. Exposed to Mine's touch, his hard gaze falls to look. They don't soften so much, and he thinks of the implication Mine makes by his statement. ]
There's still time.
[ He'd thought of fooling around in the shower but had resisted since it'd still only been morning. Now he senses he's not the only one whose mind had likely wandered. ]
She won't be there until five, even.
[ She's happy to let Nishikiyama in early, but he tends to show up around 9pm or so when on his own. ]
[ Mine seems to listen intently, flaying open Nishikiyama's schedule word for word to himself. Prohibitions removed, it's all in favor of themβ they needn't rush breakfast, nor anything before or after. ]
There's time before the food arrives.
[ Answering Nishikiyama's glance to the door. Pleased, yet, Mine sees his own advances as fumbling and awkward in the daylight. He looks at Nishikiyama, jaw ever so slightly tensed. His gaze flickers downward to the other man's bare chest along with his shoulder.
Mine's palm slides there after sitting at Nishikiyama's collarbone without much movement. A larger spread of bare skin, his hand splays over it. Middle and index finger of his other hand hook into the robe's belt. Mine tugs on it without pulling it out of the loops yet and nudges Nishikiyama to the sink countertop by his hip. ]
I want to make the most of it.
[ Sharing his intent, Mine hides the heat he feels gather lower in his face by looking down still. His grip slides over the knot to undo it. ]
[ There's no protest from Nishikiyama as Mine's fingers spread over the slope of muscle between his shoulder and chest. There's a short gap through his armpit when he steadies himself on the countertop, palm sliding across the expensive marble. The edge hits his butt. Unsure of how he position, his free hand lazily follows Mine's wrist while he pulls the tie of his belt loose. ]
What are you doing?
[ He asks, but sort of knows. It's the very reason he's not protesting. ]
Did I do something to make you horny or what?
[ He feigns that his mind hadn't been there at all. ]
[ Mine's hand pauses, fingers brushing the loose folds of fabric as Nishikiyama's question hangs in the air. His other hand, the one at Nishikiyama's chest, traces the contours with deliberate slowness. A confession, as Mine finally pulls the belt and robe open, revealing more of Nishikiyama's body to his touch. His thumb brushes over a nipple. ]
I like seeing you like this.
[ In the way Mine's hands move, in the way his breath comes a little quicker now, and him leaning in a little closer, he passes the question silently between them of whether this is one-sided and too much. His hand slips lower, tracing the subtle definition of Nishikiyama's abs. With his backside sitting against the marble, Mine presses pads of his fingers into soft skin and toned muscle at the very top of Nishikiyama's thigh. His gaze lifts back up. ]
[ Nishikiyama's chest flutters like a sparrow's wings beneath a net. No expression meets his face though and, as his body is uncurtained bit by bit, he stays silent. What vulnerability there is a shudder while fingers glide over his skin. His nipple stands after Mine's thumb traces over it. Nishikiyama can't think to say anything proper in response to him. His tongue is much too sharp to match something so sincere. Lacking words for a reply, his eyes meet Mine's for just a moment and he leans forward more. Divots and grooves of muscle tighten with the new shape of his posture. His hand touches the side of Mine's jawline, cupping it with a thumb tucked somewhere beneath. He kisses him once beside his mouth. Surely Mine has at least some idea of where he'd hope this scenario might go. Nishikiyama's legs part slightly to make more of a display. His eyes, tiredly fluttering back open, check Mine's again when he draws away from the kiss. They're hard like yakuza and a rich shade of brown. ]
[ Mine notices the silence that follows his words. He searches Nishikiyama's eyes for a clue to unspoken thoughts. An edge of possessiveness gives way to a moment that feels different from their usual dynamic. Mine absorbs every small reaction, from tracing lines of muscle and warmth as Nishikiyama's posture changes to the slight parting of his legs. He leans in too, coaxed easily by the touch on his chin and the soft press of lips against his skin. His fingers slide down Nishikiyama's leg and grasp tightens to the inside of his thigh, sharing intent. Nishikiyama's gaze is deep and Mine sinks into it. As his own flickers low, hand that'd splayed over Nishikiyama's chest slips beneath. Mine's fingers snag on fabric, pulling the robe off so that it gathers on the countertop. He chases the fleeting kiss from before, lips parting against the other man's. With the towel still around his waist the only thing between them, he wraps his hand around Nishikiyama's length. Feeling the weight of his cock, Mine begins to move, stroking slowly at first. ]
[ Nishikiyama can't recall a time where he'd seen morning properly with a bed partner. More often than not, after the sex had ended, things had simply wrapped up within a few hours or soon the following day. He isn't used to having someone still here for him. Wanting more than a night. As Mine's hand envelopes his length, Nishikiyama sighs softly. Short fingernails scrape over the countertop. What's also new is that he hadn't been the one to move first. It'd been Mine. He's close enough to feel the light brush of air against his lips. Nishikiyama still isn't sure what to say. ]
You don't have to.
[ He wonders if it's being done out of expectation. Mine's motives now are too foreign for him to understand. Does he want Nishikiyama to give him something in turn? It's hard not to think that way. As Mine begins to stroke his cock, one of Nishikiyama's hands moves to haphazardly push it away. It lacks commitment though, more coming from manners than from truth. Nishikiyama's body paints more than enough interest. He swallows. ]
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Date: 2024-05-14 03:21 pm (UTC)Do you like eating those?
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Date: 2024-05-15 11:55 am (UTC)Yes.
[ Though rarely for breakfast, he omits. Nishikiyama told him to treat this morning like any other, the breakfast order alone is far from it. Mine has the sense, that Nishikiyama doesn't watch his eating lighter or heavier meals to match the time of day and just what tastes good. He's happy to adjust. He decides to elaborate before the pause in their conversation through the mirror stretches on. ]
It has eggs, ham, and I ordered to eat it warm. It's french.
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Date: 2024-05-15 04:46 pm (UTC)[ A pause. ]
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Date: 2024-05-15 04:50 pm (UTC)βIsn't this nice?
[ He tries to quip him into either vulnerability or confusion. ]
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Date: 2024-05-16 01:32 pm (UTC)This?
[ A slow morning, their pas de deux? That Mine flusters from his own thinking is equally invisible, yet lingers in the air. His gaze flickers, to and from, Nishikiyama without the mirror between. ]
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Date: 2024-05-16 02:25 pm (UTC)[ Expectant. ]
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Date: 2024-05-16 03:47 pm (UTC)[ He'd be an idiot to give any other answer. A pause Mine's side. ]
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Date: 2024-05-16 03:47 pm (UTC)I'm happy you're staying.
[ βBut he says this out loud. ]
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Date: 2024-05-17 02:56 pm (UTC)[ Though he'd been the one to steer the conversation in this direction, he seems to have trouble accepting the affection. His eyes look at Mineβ then away. There are efforts not to look at him when Mine's gaze is upon him. ]
I should probably try and be in Shinjuku again by 2. Told someone I'd meet them later in the evening for a drink.
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Date: 2024-05-18 08:46 am (UTC)I can drive you to Shinjukuβ
[ Unlike him, Mine latches onto Nishikiyama's explanation. ]
Who are you meeting there?
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Date: 2024-05-18 11:21 am (UTC)[ The way he says it suggests there's more to the story. There's some heaviness in the words, the friendship between himself and Reina a relationship that's always been something to her and nothing to him at the same time. Nothing that she wants it to be anyway. ]
Did you want to come?
[ Anything to avoid talking to her one on one. She always finds ways to poke and corner him in her advances without other customers there to listen. ]
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Date: 2024-05-19 10:06 am (UTC)Are you inviting me?
[ Mine's question back carries some levity, not feeling anxious, because he'd been offered the details of his day out of nowhere. Nishikiyama wants to share about that, and even if Mine asks he doesn't feel as though he's prying too much as a result. He already says 'yes' without putting the exact words forward: ]
I just want to know if you want me to come.
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Date: 2024-05-19 02:52 pm (UTC)[ His eyes move to meet Mine's again. With a silence between them that follows, he reaches his arm out to peel Mine's mask off by the edge, deciding it's been on him for too long. The slimy paper of it is laid in his hand. ]
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Date: 2024-05-19 03:56 pm (UTC)Finally, his chest rises and his own weight eases off his shoulder. Mine comes away from the countertop. ]
I'll be there, then.
[ Nothing, it looks like, is left on his schedule for the day, even though Nishikiyama'd only said to clear it out for the morning. Mine's fingertips brush across his palm, taking the crumpled-up mask to throw it away. This whole time he keeps his gaze with Nishikiyama's. After drifting from room to room there's no rush now, not even to get dressed. ]
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Date: 2024-05-19 06:55 pm (UTC)[ Reina has always been wrapped around his finger, but there's no reason for her to meddle or press. Not that he thinks Mine needs to be told twice; he certainly doesn't seem the type to kiss and tell. ]
Can you do that?
[ Nishikiyama is looking at him now as if he wants something but doesn't move first as he usually might. He doesn't need Mine to reply for him to know that the answer is yes. ]
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Date: 2024-05-20 12:31 pm (UTC)Yes.
[ No one knows. But he regards it with the reasoning of keeping something precious like a museum piece behind glass. Steam from the shower still hangs in the room. Mine steps closer. With the layers of the bathrobe slightly parted, he catches a glimpse of Nishikiyama's bare chest. His fingers tug on a long sleeve, charged with unspoken intent. ]
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Date: 2024-05-20 03:55 pm (UTC)You really listened yesterday.
[ His arm is loose and easy to pull from the sleeve. He isn't resisting Mine's motions. ]
Only said the morning but you gave the whole day.
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Date: 2024-05-21 12:38 pm (UTC)I didn't know you had plans.
[ But because he's been invited, Mine isn't upset. ]
Otherwise, I would have wanted you to stay longer.
[ He explains. This is different. In his own apartment, Mine doesn't have to think about what show of their relationship is appropriate in public. He tugs on the robe until it slips off of Nishikiyama's shoulder. Mine's thumb settles behind his collarbone, fingers brushing the base of Nishikiyama's neck, and like that, his gaze lingers silently. ]
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Date: 2024-05-22 05:17 pm (UTC)There's still time.
[ He'd thought of fooling around in the shower but had resisted since it'd still only been morning. Now he senses he's not the only one whose mind had likely wandered. ]
She won't be there until five, even.
[ She's happy to let Nishikiyama in early, but he tends to show up around 9pm or so when on his own. ]
Office isn't until two so we're good.
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Date: 2024-05-24 09:35 am (UTC)There's time before the food arrives.
[ Answering Nishikiyama's glance to the door. Pleased, yet, Mine sees his own advances as fumbling and awkward in the daylight. He looks at Nishikiyama, jaw ever so slightly tensed. His gaze flickers downward to the other man's bare chest along with his shoulder.
Mine's palm slides there after sitting at Nishikiyama's collarbone without much movement. A larger spread of bare skin, his hand splays over it. Middle and index finger of his other hand hook into the robe's belt. Mine tugs on it without pulling it out of the loops yet and nudges Nishikiyama to the sink countertop by his hip. ]
I want to make the most of it.
[ Sharing his intent, Mine hides the heat he feels gather lower in his face by looking down still. His grip slides over the knot to undo it. ]
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Date: 2024-05-24 05:43 pm (UTC)What are you doing?
[ He asks, but sort of knows. It's the very reason he's not protesting. ]
Did I do something to make you horny or what?
[ He feigns that his mind hadn't been there at all. ]
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Date: 2024-05-25 10:29 am (UTC)I like seeing you like this.
[ In the way Mine's hands move, in the way his breath comes a little quicker now, and him leaning in a little closer, he passes the question silently between them of whether this is one-sided and too much. His hand slips lower, tracing the subtle definition of Nishikiyama's abs. With his backside sitting against the marble, Mine presses pads of his fingers into soft skin and toned muscle at the very top of Nishikiyama's thigh. His gaze lifts back up. ]
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Date: 2024-05-28 05:58 pm (UTC)You don't have to.
[ He wonders if it's being done out of expectation. Mine's motives now are too foreign for him to understand. Does he want Nishikiyama to give him something in turn? It's hard not to think that way. As Mine begins to stroke his cock, one of Nishikiyama's hands moves to haphazardly push it away. It lacks commitment though, more coming from manners than from truth. Nishikiyama's body paints more than enough interest. He swallows. ]
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