[ He rides along on the afterglow to where his own breathing quiets. Then Mine, too, gains a moment to himself. With Nishikiyama's dick soft, he leans on fingers tented against the mattress, aiming not to get anything on the sheets against all odds. Mine slips out of the kiss, not really holding on anymore either. He sits back, the arch of his spine pronouncing muscles in the front. Dim lighting obscures the lewd smears on his skin, that Mine bans to the corner of his vision. Looking up, he sees Nishikiyama search his face. Ironically, Mine startles at the lack of a sting in the other man's gaze.
Right. They're crazy, aren't theyβ he has to wonder if it's ecstasy boring deep into his brain and stimulating, or if he's come to read Nishikiyama's tone just so. The jab doesn't twist his gut. ]
Bossβ
[ Mine hears himself clearly, but at the same time he isn't sure what he hopes to say. Supposedly, they're yakuza, but returning to the conversation in the car is impossible and the distance of any title sounds fraudulent. He winces at how blunt he's being... though, there's unfamiliar relief nestled within it. Brown eyes end up meeting Nishikiyama's, Mine's reply without barb along the edge. ]
[ Not really, as long as both of them are caught up in it.
Nishikiyama watches Mine lean back in front of him and squints at him in an almost finicky way. Like a cake that's delicious but too sweet to bite into a second time. He'd been stuck in the haze of the moment earlier, but with the scene around them slowly coming to make sense again, the reality of it sinking in, he can only think that Mine is handsome. Nishikiyama had liked doing what they'd done just now a little too much.
He slides off the sheets with a rustle. One of his hands is still coated in spunk and it takes a lot for him not to flick it off onto the floor out of habit. He's moving toward a tissue box and ashtray that's on a side table inconveniently far from the bed. When he takes both of them in his arms, he moves back to the bed and kicks off his pants. They're just in his way at this point.
His legs hit the mattress again with a bounce. He looks for a cigarette box, only to realize that they're still in his jacket. ]
[ Mine is wont to speculate if he wants him to say something else. Strangely, though, that nonchalance provides sedation for roaming thoughts even as he finds himself under scrutiny. Conversely, he can look at Nishikiyama in the same setting. His angular face cheats the blip of a thought Mine'd held with the other man's his head between his legs. Then, not his insinuating question'd halted the flood and fulfilment of some longing Mine admitted before long. It'd happened easily.
He watches as Nishikiyama gets up. Slivers of red ink inevitably draw his attention. Mine'd found himself with vain, impatient jealousy when he'd first seen the tattoo. He remembers a different angle; the tail cinches his naked waist. Following Nishikiyama proposes a realization Mine is out of time to respond to before he sits back down.
When he can reach for it, Mine quickly crumples a tissue in his hand. There's the empty ashtray and Nishikiyama speaking up; Mine hasn't failed to light his cigarettes once ever since being told to do it. He climbs off the bed, also to strip off his pants and take his lighter, and bending down turns his back to Nishikiyama. Linework traces a single lick of the flames surrounding the chimera down the cleft between his glutes. The serene expression carved into Mine's back is betrayed by his kirin's rearing up its front legs when he comes back up.
He walks to the coat rack. He wants Nishikiyama to see his irezumi before coming back. ]
Here.
[ With a smoke jutting out of the soft pack of hi-lites, Mine stands at the foot the bed. A long pause. His question obviously lingers in the air between them before he asks it. ]
[ Just as Mine hoped, Nishikiyama's noticed the full span of clean ink there on his back; without redness, the artwork sharp. He starts to register just what the illustration represents, at the same time taking the cigarette from its pack.
How cute that Mine seems to be fishing for a response. There's an innocence there in it, and Nishikiyama's reminded of himself when he'd turned twenty and gotten hisβ ]
Let me see again.
[ There's an unlit cigarette hanging from his lips now. ]
[ Mine lights it, of course. As his face draws close, leaning in to hold the lighter, Nishikiyama can surely catch a glint in his eyesβ something mingling of the intimacy strung between them that still chokes heat around Mine's neck and gratification he finds with Nishikiyama's request.
He turns around again. It's hard to say Mine at twenty was the same, but without doubt he now looks for approval. ]
The design wasn't something I expected.
[ Still, he doesn't sound like he takes issue with the motif. He'd reflected onβthen, rigidlyβNishikiyama sharing his own surprise at his carp. Mine turns his head just slightly, not enough to even see the other man, but intending to meet a reply soon. He concedes in earnest: ]
[ Nishikiyama's fingers curl about the cigarette when Mine turn. Eyes swim across the span of his back, to the ink carved into it, in a thoughtful silence. A winding silver waft of tobacco smoke spirals over the uncolored kirin when Nishikiyama takes a drag. Hearing what Mine says, his lips tug into a dry smile. His eyes move up in the same moment that Mine's head turns to the side to acknowledge his attention. ]
You'd better put up a good fight with something like that on your back. People will expect you match it.
[ Mine imagines Nishikiyama's face serious, not sure of the smile. It speaks to his own, hoarded tension. Mine'd gone on to review the mythology compulsively. In one word, the kirin spells auspiciousness. He wonders if Nishikiyama will judge it next to his koi. But without thinking his shoulders lift with a deep breath, with self-confidence even. He's glad. It's Nishikiyama's expectation he hears in his answer, much more than 'people's remote anticipation. ]
Yes, I'm aware. Carrying that responsibility, [ There are things he's said beforeβ ] I'm committed to putting up a strong fight.
[ Mine's fists clench at this sides, around Nishikiyama's praise. ]
[ It's good to hear that Mine doesn't intend to stay just for titles alone. Tried and true, any yakuza is only worth as much as their fists. Mine understanding this reality saves him time. ]
βThe Nishikiyama Family's going to need more than just us two to keep our reputation high, but at least it gives us an edge. We just got the recognition for it today, so it's only a matter of time before someone out there tries to take the light off us.
[ Nishikiyama tries looking up at Mine now, wanting him to turn around and face him again. ]
[ Mine finds himself confronted with the capitalistic, competitive reality he comes from. His head tilts, to acknowledge that much, before he does turn around. The Nishikiyama Family's corporate success isn't something he seems to stop considering. ]
I intend to consolidate some of our assets, with that our competition. [ Even so Mine's answer comes detached from his thoughts.
What Nishikiyama needs... Despite the reason that follows, the collective Family behind its patriarch, Mine is willing to take it as meaning the man himself. Has their relationship changedβ Of course it has, he catches himself thinking. Standing naked in front of the other man doesn't leave him feeling as exposed as the realization Mine gains, now. A meld of responsibility and personal stakes. He looks at Nishikiyama, beneath his brows drawn tight together the notion smolders in his eyes. ]
There's more I'd like to sayβ [ Innocuous, if not for everything that'd just happened in this room. ] What happens next?
[ Between them? Today? In this room? Nishikiyama meets Mine's eyes with his own fairly quickly, the connection different than it'd been only just before the drive here. There's a solidarity there. He feels the two of them have become a set even if neither of them has yet to put a label on it. ]
You mean this, orβ?
[ His gaze falls away. Cigarette smoke curls all around Nishikiyama when he makes himself comfortable on the bed. There's room beside him; an obvious gap, which Mine is expected to fill. ]
[ Mine looks for an answer to any of those questions. What has changed, gathered without a name in Nishikiyama's gaze, doesn't provoke his uncertainty, yet Mine obviously hesitates. The silence'll make him look like a liar if he doesn't say even one of the many things on his mind...
Too much smoke drifts in front of his face, but he can see that Nishikiyama favors one side of the bed. Slowly, Mine goes to the other. He sits down, his bodyweight dents the mattress. Though staying on the edge of the bed, he turns in his shoulders to where Nishikiyama sits at the rim of his view. ]
For now. [ Mine aligns himselfβ Then, he thinks better of stifling his thoughts. ] βBetween us?
[ He sees the uncolored kirin again. Mine is angled towards himβ still a while's way away. Nishikiyama squints after taking a long, quiet drag of his cigarette. He's thoughtful rather than angry. ]
I just sucked your dick.
[ A reminder to himself as much as it is to Mine. Recapping it, though, offers little answer. He wishes he could be more helpful. After an even inhale, Nishikiyama exhales another silver cloud away from the other's face. His eyes don't leave him, even as his head turns. His throat moves when he swallows. ]
It didn't feel like a mistake.
[ A good sign, isn't it? Neither of them is shooing the other out of the room. Nishikiyama can look at Mine long enough to see that he's searching him for something now. There's almost a shyness to Nishikiyama now, and he watches Mine with harder eyes, wanting him closer to himself. He gives the space beside him a hard pat with his palm rather than spelling things out simply. ]
[ Perplexity colors his face, Mine looks to be contending with frustration when he expels a breath through his nostrils. Nishikiyama's remark burns against the nape of his neck. He's embarrassed that his question has made the other man spell it out, but no, it doesn't feel like a mistakeβ the opposite... ]
I felt good.
[ He admits, but not yet meeting hard eyes, unsure of whether to pose his own words as a compliment. Smoke drifts outside of the corner of his eye and Mine finds himself imagining he'd be able to taste the difference in Nishikiyama's mouth again. Perversely, the idea of kissing him right now seems almost as obscene as the spunk drying against his skin.
The mattress bounces behind him with a pat, he knows that Nishikiyama is asking him to stay. Much in him rallies against the idea, but he did just get to enjoy himself. Mine pulls his legs up onto the bed, shuffling to where Nishikiyama points. In so many words before he's wanted that closeness; his thigh offers itself just like in the car. From the same way up, Mine traces Nishikiyama's physique. He doesn't get to hide his own diffidence when he meets the other's gaze at the end. ]
I've never been with another man. [ And, without saying so, he can't tell if Nishikiyama has. ]
[ Though until now, it'd crossed his mind a couple of times. An inkling had been there, but Nishikiyama had never been given a reason to act. Interesting how easy it'd been for him and Mineβ how easy it'd been for him to even bluff his way through a blowjob.
Seeing Mine as he watches him now, Nishikiyama rolls onto his side. He props his elbow up with one of the pillows. The blankets are neatly draped over his hips. ]
Trying all of the bases out now would've flopped. How long do we even have left for the room?
[ A fleeting thought to eat the meal left on the table passes, but tidying up and reclothing himself pales compared to the idea of simply laying around with Mine a while longer. When he realizes that Mine lacks a cigarette to smoke, Nishikiyama lazily pulls his own from his lips and extends it his way to share. ]
[ Despite saying it first, he doesn't quite know what to say back. For Mine acting on his attraction hadn't come completely out of the blue either. There's relief, frankly, even in that small noise and his brows level somewhat. Heat remains deep beneath his skin, though, knowing Nishikiyama'd sucked him off without any such preface.
Free to watch him get comfortable on the bed, Mine takes in the unaccented curve at Nishikiyama's hip and where muscle drapes from his arm up to his shoulder. Nishikiyama clearly takes care of himself and feeling present to see the details, Mine thinks he's handsome. His gaze splinters off; what's next baseβ After planning meticulously, he may guess at the time. ]
About an hour and a half.
[ As long as they like, if Mine pays. Brushing his fingers against Nishikiyama's hand is easyβhe lingers a little so that it won't be accidentalβwhen Mine takes the cigarette. Here, before he brings it up to his lips to take a drag, his pulse spikes. ]
[ His sureness loses some momentum when he has to repeat himself. His gaze follows the end of Mine's cigarette, though, not minding to share. He feels Mine's fingers still there on his hand even when they aren't touching anymore. ]
An hour and a half's a long time still.
[ Nishikiyama rakes his hair back, remembering that he shouldn't let it fall. He slips further down onto the bed and onto his side while watching Mine smoke. Probably without realizing it, Mine looks like a handsome actor in a TV drama right now. Nishikiyama doesn't tell him. ]
Dinner's not going to be anything like this with the whole Nishikiyama Family there blabbing. If hogging me all to yourself after that clan gathering is what you wanted, you should take as much of me as you can get now.
[ Maybe. Together with that slight touch that lingers, Mine doesn't go on to feel so overstrung. His eyes flicker to the set table, matching a thought to Nishikiyama's reply. They could eat, still. They could stay on the bed for just as long. Instead of deciding, Mine watches Nishikiyama fix his hair.
Mine exhales. The hi-lite smoke itself tastes a lot stronger than trying it on Nishikiyama's tongue, he doesn't like it on its own. Mine holds the cigarette for Nishikiyama to pass it back, and necessarily to be closer again. There's something for him to confirm: ]
That's what I wanted.
[ Just like at the gathering, Mine'll have to sit far awayβ other people in his way. He feels competitive about the prospect even in this sanctuary. ]
I'm enjoying the chance without any interruptions.
[ Nishikiyama leans in close to pluck his cigarette from Mine's fingertips. He smiles to himself some around it; smoke slips through the corners of his mouth. ]
Guess it's easier for you to be honest now, with everything said and done.
[ The blankets shift around him as he moves nearer. He's still laid so bare. After lowering the cigarette and tapping the end against the ashtray he'd fetched earlier, Nishikiyama's eyelashes partially curtain his gaze once it's fixed somewhere on Mine's lips again. ]
[ Though they still hold a distinctive edge, Nishikiyama's remarks begin to cut less. At least Mine has started to imagine it, with Nishikiyama cushioning his smile in curls of smoke. He blinks and takes his eyes up, a glimpse to find Nishikiyama's gaze lowered at him.
The patriarch's observation might have been the last sliver, pointing it out plainly, that lets Mine come to a full stop at his own admission. He shifts, taking some of his weight away from pillows still propped against the headboard in their displayed order. He's desperate to arrive at Nishikiyama's seeming ease. ]
Yeah. I want to keep going.
[ Mine leans further in for a kiss, the fresh presence of burnt tobacco biting in his nostrils. He doesn't mind, now. ]
[ Nishikiyama meets Mine halfway, putting the orange burn of his cigarette out in the same beat. It's easy to slip across the bed because the sheets are silky. The dips and curves of his muscles are accentuated by neighboring lamplight, and Nishikiyama angles himself closer, in towards Mine, with a hand moving to cradle his sharp and square jawline. There's a strange grace to it. When they kiss next, it's as if the moment's being painted deep in, a memory unlikely to ever be forgotten.
One of Nishikiyama's thighs moves over Mine's legs. He tastes Mine's breath and feels his skin under his fingers. His now, rightβ that's what Mine had said to him in the car. That he'd wanted to give himself to him. Nishikiyama breaks the kiss to look down at their bodies. His touch wanders to settle each hand on Mine's chest; he mutters the next part: ]
Not all the way, because I don't know what the hell I'm doing.
[ But he can figure something out. It's easy enough to guess when they're composed of all the same parts. Just to try, Nishikiyama lifts himself a little higher on his knees and slides himself against Mine's cock. He drifts his touch down the grooves of Mine's abs. ]
This is fine though, for now. You could help me take care of it.
[ He idly strokes their dicks together in his hand. ]
[ Mine is glad that there's no wait. The fabric of the sheets rustles and brushes his legs, tangled in Nishikiyama's movements. In contrast his touch is firm, not painful, but Mine knows where Nishikiyama wants him by it. Their positions like this are precarious. One of Mine's hands settles low against the back of Nishikiyama's neck, where his trapezius begins to reach out to his shoulders and the length of his hair cuts off, holding on.
His legs would easily part to Nishikiyama swinging his over, Mine ready to welcome back some friction against the insides of his thighs. Instead, the weight moving across both together lets him know that Nishikiyama feels possessive in his own right. Brought under, though, Mine watches him pull away. Hands on his chest, deeper breaths shift down below his ribs.
This is better. Nishikiyama releases him from wariness and awkward expectations Mine hadn't been sure of either.
When he sits up further, Mine's hand slips from Nishikiyama's back. Somewhere beneath the sheets he feels up Nishikiyama's leg. Mine utters sound on an exhale with the weight of the other's hips moving against his. His abs tense noticeably under Nishikiyama's fingertips, even if the defined lines from the low light are eclipsed by him on top.
Mine moves his hand to match Nishikiyama's, wont to share touch in the motion. The sensation is different, attention from their strokes not spread evenly, but instead remote friction rubs them together. Eyes still up on Nishikiyama's face, Mine feels flushed by not looking down. ]
From how kissing him had felt to the masculine hands that've found their way on him, Nishikiyama is pleased. Mine's confidence has been drawn out one way or another. He brushes palms with him when they take hold of themselves below, and Nishikiyama doesn't quite look down either. Instead, he smiles. Fleeting, briefβ no longer caught up in the details of what lies beyond this room.
Nishikiyama thumbs the arch of Mine's length as it fills out against him, something akin to affection in his touch. He rocks himself into Mine when he sees him blush, and an unoccupied hand moves to touch Mine's one that's trailing over his leg. He likes it. Feeling wanted this wayβ it's different than when it's with a woman in Kamurocho. Women in Kamurocho are paid to want someone. They absorb, but don't accept. What Nishikiyama sees in Mine's expression isn't that at all. It's the beginning of something dark and deep. Captivating. An ordinary person might fear Mine's intensity, but Nishikiyama finds himself flattered.
His voice scuffs out in what's like a short laugh, but it's not loud. Closing in, Nishikiyama tucks his head closer to Mine's ear. ]
Touch me all you want. [ He tells him.
Nishikiyama kisses the side of Mine's mouth and feels them both getting hard in his palm when he pumps it. ]
[ Nishikiyama's agreement does nothing short of bringing him arousal. Confidence that has been carefully convinced and drawn out finds its recognition further in the other man's smile. Mine's gaze offers that dark intensity here, fixed in shadow.
With his hand opposite, he feels Nishikiyama's length bulge against it. Mine splays his fingers, wanting to catch his fingertips in the gaps. Rocking into their hands together, the space filling and getting tighter, feels more like sex than just being jerked offβ Mine can't quite keep from making a comparison either. He watches Nishikiyama cradle himself, keeping a rhythm. Unlike the women who share a bed with him, even if not for money by design, Nishikiyama's face doesn't become blurred in the motions.
His touch takes over Mine's but doesn't drag him elsewhere. He moves his hand up the other's thigh as soon as Nishikiyama leans in and mutters his permission. The top of Mine's fingernails sweeps against the curve of Nishikiyama's ass. His words catch on the corner of Mine's mouth and he considers being tempted into another kiss by the closeness. At the same time he feels own breath ricochet off of Nishikiyama's cheek, still heavy when it bounces back. ]
[ Nishikiyama's fingers slip through the spaces of Mine's spread apart, and with them, he tangles himself with him further. He doesn't realize that he's fallen and ensnared within the clutch of Mine's gazeβ shadows of which could easily swallow him whole. He could be Mine's object of affection, and not even begin to understand the weight. Being wanted, though, desired and admired; to Nishikiyama, Mine gives something that he's needed for some time.
With Mine provoked past a point Nishikiyama had thought him capable, it's only natural that his face would betray him. Sharp and hard features give, and Nishikiyama is softer. Nails rake over his rearβ a firm voice enjoins rather than requests. Nishikiyama's pulse spikes with arousal. All the same, he feels his face wash with heat.
This, he thinks. This side of you, he thinks. His tongue is thick and he doesn't find the words. He doesn't answer him. Nishikiyama drapes himself against Mine to lay himself flush. When Nishikiyama realizes he's taking too long to respond, he tries to fill the silence with anything other than his self-indulgent sighs. ]
What's gotten into youβ
[ But there's no mistaking that he likes it. Pitiful lust throbs under the ministrations of their shared grip. He fucks thoughtlessly into the opening of it, alongside Mine's. After collecting himself enough to find the foundations of a glare, he dips his head back to kiss his Mine outright. His hand squeezes the one that's on his ass. ]
[ Mine's gaze is unrelenting and within it he finds himself looking at Nishikiyama in a trance of his own making. Desire and admiration are nestled in it and drape over the softness revealed in the other's expression, while Mine's look remains dark and consuming. His breathing, just like Nishikiyama's, is there to feed the gap left in their dialogue.
The answer Nishikiyama leaves unspoken is what Mine wants to hear: being wanted, any part of him. He's said so, asked for it, offered. He drifts away from the confession, sliding his cock against Nishikiyama's and his hand. His chest rises up against the weight on top, a hard sigh of his own when they squeeze the space between them tighter. Heat spreads across his body where the two of them touch, everywhere.
Mine's eyes fill with intensity, replying to Nishikiyama therein before he can think of it or balk at the question. This, Mine echoes in silence, this moment.
His dick aches with the arousal pooling below his waist when Nishikiyama fucks against him harder. Ambiguity and a guiding hand let his digits dig into muscle, cupping Nishikiyama's cheek. Mine's thumb rolls skin and little fat between his fingers. His eyelids flutter, obscuring his glare. He wants to stay in the kiss and finally suffocate doubt with it, Mine sucks on breath tasting of the cigarette they'd just had. Slowly, his hips also pump into their strokes. ]
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Date: 2023-12-10 09:54 am (UTC)Right. They're crazy, aren't theyβ he has to wonder if it's ecstasy boring deep into his brain and stimulating, or if he's come to read Nishikiyama's tone just so. The jab doesn't twist his gut. ]
Bossβ
[ Mine hears himself clearly, but at the same time he isn't sure what he hopes to say. Supposedly, they're yakuza, but returning to the conversation in the car is impossible and the distance of any title sounds fraudulent. He winces at how blunt he's being... though, there's unfamiliar relief nestled within it. Brown eyes end up meeting Nishikiyama's, Mine's reply without barb along the edge. ]
I don't know either.
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Date: 2023-12-10 09:55 am (UTC)[ Not really, as long as both of them are caught up in it.
Nishikiyama watches Mine lean back in front of him and squints at him in an almost finicky way. Like a cake that's delicious but too sweet to bite into a second time. He'd been stuck in the haze of the moment earlier, but with the scene around them slowly coming to make sense again, the reality of it sinking in, he can only think that Mine is handsome. Nishikiyama had liked doing what they'd done just now a little too much.
He slides off the sheets with a rustle. One of his hands is still coated in spunk and it takes a lot for him not to flick it off onto the floor out of habit. He's moving toward a tissue box and ashtray that's on a side table inconveniently far from the bed. When he takes both of them in his arms, he moves back to the bed and kicks off his pants. They're just in his way at this point.
His legs hit the mattress again with a bounce. He looks for a cigarette box, only to realize that they're still in his jacket. ]
γΌMine.
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Date: 2023-12-10 09:57 am (UTC)He watches as Nishikiyama gets up. Slivers of red ink inevitably draw his attention. Mine'd found himself with vain, impatient jealousy when he'd first seen the tattoo. He remembers a different angle; the tail cinches his naked waist. Following Nishikiyama proposes a realization Mine is out of time to respond to before he sits back down.
When he can reach for it, Mine quickly crumples a tissue in his hand. There's the empty ashtray and Nishikiyama speaking up; Mine hasn't failed to light his cigarettes once ever since being told to do it. He climbs off the bed, also to strip off his pants and take his lighter, and bending down turns his back to Nishikiyama. Linework traces a single lick of the flames surrounding the chimera down the cleft between his glutes. The serene expression carved into Mine's back is betrayed by his kirin's rearing up its front legs when he comes back up.
He walks to the coat rack. He wants Nishikiyama to see his irezumi before coming back. ]
Here.
[ With a smoke jutting out of the soft pack of hi-lites, Mine stands at the foot the bed. A long pause. His question obviously lingers in the air between them before he asks it. ]
Do you like it?
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Date: 2023-12-10 09:58 am (UTC)How cute that Mine seems to be fishing for a response. There's an innocence there in it, and Nishikiyama's reminded of himself when he'd turned twenty and gotten hisβ ]
Let me see again.
[ There's an unlit cigarette hanging from his lips now. ]
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Date: 2023-12-10 09:59 am (UTC)He turns around again. It's hard to say Mine at twenty was the same, but without doubt he now looks for approval. ]
The design wasn't something I expected.
[ Still, he doesn't sound like he takes issue with the motif. He'd reflected onβthen, rigidlyβNishikiyama sharing his own surprise at his carp. Mine turns his head just slightly, not enough to even see the other man, but intending to meet a reply soon. He concedes in earnest: ]
Nor what he told me about it.
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Date: 2023-12-10 09:59 am (UTC)You'd better put up a good fight with something like that on your back. People will expect you match it.
[ It's praise. ]
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Date: 2023-12-10 10:00 am (UTC)Yes, I'm aware. Carrying that responsibility, [ There are things he's said beforeβ ] I'm committed to putting up a strong fight.
[ Mine's fists clench at this sides, around Nishikiyama's praise. ]
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Date: 2023-12-10 10:01 am (UTC)[ It's good to hear that Mine doesn't intend to stay just for titles alone. Tried and true, any yakuza is only worth as much as their fists. Mine understanding this reality saves him time. ]
βThe Nishikiyama Family's going to need more than just us two to keep our reputation high, but at least it gives us an edge. We just got the recognition for it today, so it's only a matter of time before someone out there tries to take the light off us.
[ Nishikiyama tries looking up at Mine now, wanting him to turn around and face him again. ]
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Date: 2023-12-10 10:03 am (UTC)I intend to consolidate some of our assets, with that our competition. [ Even so Mine's answer comes detached from his thoughts.
What Nishikiyama needs... Despite the reason that follows, the collective Family behind its patriarch, Mine is willing to take it as meaning the man himself. Has their relationship changedβ Of course it has, he catches himself thinking. Standing naked in front of the other man doesn't leave him feeling as exposed as the realization Mine gains, now. A meld of responsibility and personal stakes. He looks at Nishikiyama, beneath his brows drawn tight together the notion smolders in his eyes. ]
There's more I'd like to sayβ [ Innocuous, if not for everything that'd just happened in this room. ] What happens next?
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Date: 2023-12-10 10:03 am (UTC)[ Between them? Today? In this room? Nishikiyama meets Mine's eyes with his own fairly quickly, the connection different than it'd been only just before the drive here. There's a solidarity there. He feels the two of them have become a set even if neither of them has yet to put a label on it. ]
You mean this, orβ?
[ His gaze falls away. Cigarette smoke curls all around Nishikiyama when he makes himself comfortable on the bed. There's room beside him; an obvious gap, which Mine is expected to fill. ]
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Date: 2023-12-10 10:05 am (UTC)Too much smoke drifts in front of his face, but he can see that Nishikiyama favors one side of the bed. Slowly, Mine goes to the other. He sits down, his bodyweight dents the mattress. Though staying on the edge of the bed, he turns in his shoulders to where Nishikiyama sits at the rim of his view. ]
For now. [ Mine aligns himselfβ Then, he thinks better of stifling his thoughts. ] βBetween us?
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Date: 2023-12-10 10:06 am (UTC)I just sucked your dick.
[ A reminder to himself as much as it is to Mine. Recapping it, though, offers little answer. He wishes he could be more helpful. After an even inhale, Nishikiyama exhales another silver cloud away from the other's face. His eyes don't leave him, even as his head turns. His throat moves when he swallows. ]
It didn't feel like a mistake.
[ A good sign, isn't it? Neither of them is shooing the other out of the room. Nishikiyama can look at Mine long enough to see that he's searching him for something now. There's almost a shyness to Nishikiyama now, and he watches Mine with harder eyes, wanting him closer to himself. He gives the space beside him a hard pat with his palm rather than spelling things out simply. ]
βSit over here, Mine.
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Date: 2023-12-10 04:48 pm (UTC)I felt good.
[ He admits, but not yet meeting hard eyes, unsure of whether to pose his own words as a compliment. Smoke drifts outside of the corner of his eye and Mine finds himself imagining he'd be able to taste the difference in Nishikiyama's mouth again. Perversely, the idea of kissing him right now seems almost as obscene as the spunk drying against his skin.
The mattress bounces behind him with a pat, he knows that Nishikiyama is asking him to stay. Much in him rallies against the idea, but he did just get to enjoy himself. Mine pulls his legs up onto the bed, shuffling to where Nishikiyama points. In so many words before he's wanted that closeness; his thigh offers itself just like in the car. From the same way up, Mine traces Nishikiyama's physique. He doesn't get to hide his own diffidence when he meets the other's gaze at the end. ]
I've never been with another man. [ And, without saying so, he can't tell if Nishikiyama has. ]
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Date: 2023-12-10 05:40 pm (UTC)[ Though until now, it'd crossed his mind a couple of times. An inkling had been there, but Nishikiyama had never been given a reason to act. Interesting how easy it'd been for him and Mineβ how easy it'd been for him to even bluff his way through a blowjob.
Seeing Mine as he watches him now, Nishikiyama rolls onto his side. He props his elbow up with one of the pillows. The blankets are neatly draped over his hips. ]
Trying all of the bases out now would've flopped. How long do we even have left for the room?
[ A fleeting thought to eat the meal left on the table passes, but tidying up and reclothing himself pales compared to the idea of simply laying around with Mine a while longer. When he realizes that Mine lacks a cigarette to smoke, Nishikiyama lazily pulls his own from his lips and extends it his way to share. ]
Sort of want to do it again.
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Date: 2023-12-10 11:55 pm (UTC)[ Despite saying it first, he doesn't quite know what to say back. For Mine acting on his attraction hadn't come completely out of the blue either. There's relief, frankly, even in that small noise and his brows level somewhat. Heat remains deep beneath his skin, though, knowing Nishikiyama'd sucked him off without any such preface.
Free to watch him get comfortable on the bed, Mine takes in the unaccented curve at Nishikiyama's hip and where muscle drapes from his arm up to his shoulder. Nishikiyama clearly takes care of himself and feeling present to see the details, Mine thinks he's handsome. His gaze splinters off; what's next baseβ After planning meticulously, he may guess at the time. ]
About an hour and a half.
[ As long as they like, if Mine pays. Brushing his fingers against Nishikiyama's hand is easyβhe lingers a little so that it won't be accidentalβwhen Mine takes the cigarette. Here, before he brings it up to his lips to take a drag, his pulse spikes. ]
βYou'd want to do more?
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Date: 2023-12-11 02:08 pm (UTC)[ His sureness loses some momentum when he has to repeat himself. His gaze follows the end of Mine's cigarette, though, not minding to share. He feels Mine's fingers still there on his hand even when they aren't touching anymore. ]
An hour and a half's a long time still.
[ Nishikiyama rakes his hair back, remembering that he shouldn't let it fall. He slips further down onto the bed and onto his side while watching Mine smoke. Probably without realizing it, Mine looks like a handsome actor in a TV drama right now. Nishikiyama doesn't tell him. ]
Dinner's not going to be anything like this with the whole Nishikiyama Family there blabbing. If hogging me all to yourself after that clan gathering is what you wanted, you should take as much of me as you can get now.
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Date: 2023-12-11 04:11 pm (UTC)Mine exhales. The hi-lite smoke itself tastes a lot stronger than trying it on Nishikiyama's tongue, he doesn't like it on its own. Mine holds the cigarette for Nishikiyama to pass it back, and necessarily to be closer again. There's something for him to confirm: ]
That's what I wanted.
[ Just like at the gathering, Mine'll have to sit far awayβ other people in his way. He feels competitive about the prospect even in this sanctuary. ]
I'm enjoying the chance without any interruptions.
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Date: 2023-12-11 04:50 pm (UTC)[ Nishikiyama leans in close to pluck his cigarette from Mine's fingertips. He smiles to himself some around it; smoke slips through the corners of his mouth. ]
Guess it's easier for you to be honest now, with everything said and done.
[ The blankets shift around him as he moves nearer. He's still laid so bare. After lowering the cigarette and tapping the end against the ashtray he'd fetched earlier, Nishikiyama's eyelashes partially curtain his gaze once it's fixed somewhere on Mine's lips again. ]
I don't mind. You want more?
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Date: 2023-12-12 09:15 am (UTC)The patriarch's observation might have been the last sliver, pointing it out plainly, that lets Mine come to a full stop at his own admission. He shifts, taking some of his weight away from pillows still propped against the headboard in their displayed order. He's desperate to arrive at Nishikiyama's seeming ease. ]
Yeah. I want to keep going.
[ Mine leans further in for a kiss, the fresh presence of burnt tobacco biting in his nostrils. He doesn't mind, now. ]
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Date: 2023-12-12 02:35 pm (UTC)One of Nishikiyama's thighs moves over Mine's legs. He tastes Mine's breath and feels his skin under his fingers. His now, rightβ that's what Mine had said to him in the car. That he'd wanted to give himself to him. Nishikiyama breaks the kiss to look down at their bodies. His touch wanders to settle each hand on Mine's chest; he mutters the next part: ]
Not all the way, because I don't know what the hell I'm doing.
[ But he can figure something out. It's easy enough to guess when they're composed of all the same parts. Just to try, Nishikiyama lifts himself a little higher on his knees and slides himself against Mine's cock. He drifts his touch down the grooves of Mine's abs. ]
This is fine though, for now. You could help me take care of it.
[ He idly strokes their dicks together in his hand. ]
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Date: 2023-12-13 08:26 am (UTC)His legs would easily part to Nishikiyama swinging his over, Mine ready to welcome back some friction against the insides of his thighs. Instead, the weight moving across both together lets him know that Nishikiyama feels possessive in his own right. Brought under, though, Mine watches him pull away. Hands on his chest, deeper breaths shift down below his ribs.
This is better. Nishikiyama releases him from wariness and awkward expectations Mine hadn't been sure of either.
When he sits up further, Mine's hand slips from Nishikiyama's back. Somewhere beneath the sheets he feels up Nishikiyama's leg. Mine utters sound on an exhale with the weight of the other's hips moving against his. His abs tense noticeably under Nishikiyama's fingertips, even if the defined lines from the low light are eclipsed by him on top.
Mine moves his hand to match Nishikiyama's, wont to share touch in the motion. The sensation is different, attention from their strokes not spread evenly, but instead remote friction rubs them together. Eyes still up on Nishikiyama's face, Mine feels flushed by not looking down. ]
It's goodβ [ βhe manages. ]
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Date: 2023-12-13 03:57 pm (UTC)From how kissing him had felt to the masculine hands that've found their way on him, Nishikiyama is pleased. Mine's confidence has been drawn out one way or another. He brushes palms with him when they take hold of themselves below, and Nishikiyama doesn't quite look down either. Instead, he smiles. Fleeting, briefβ no longer caught up in the details of what lies beyond this room.
Nishikiyama thumbs the arch of Mine's length as it fills out against him, something akin to affection in his touch. He rocks himself into Mine when he sees him blush, and an unoccupied hand moves to touch Mine's one that's trailing over his leg. He likes it. Feeling wanted this wayβ it's different than when it's with a woman in Kamurocho. Women in Kamurocho are paid to want someone. They absorb, but don't accept. What Nishikiyama sees in Mine's expression isn't that at all. It's the beginning of something dark and deep. Captivating. An ordinary person might fear Mine's intensity, but Nishikiyama finds himself flattered.
His voice scuffs out in what's like a short laugh, but it's not loud. Closing in, Nishikiyama tucks his head closer to Mine's ear. ]
Touch me all you want. [ He tells him.
Nishikiyama kisses the side of Mine's mouth and feels them both getting hard in his palm when he pumps it. ]
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Date: 2023-12-13 05:22 pm (UTC)With his hand opposite, he feels Nishikiyama's length bulge against it. Mine splays his fingers, wanting to catch his fingertips in the gaps. Rocking into their hands together, the space filling and getting tighter, feels more like sex than just being jerked offβ Mine can't quite keep from making a comparison either. He watches Nishikiyama cradle himself, keeping a rhythm. Unlike the women who share a bed with him, even if not for money by design, Nishikiyama's face doesn't become blurred in the motions.
His touch takes over Mine's but doesn't drag him elsewhere. He moves his hand up the other's thigh as soon as Nishikiyama leans in and mutters his permission. The top of Mine's fingernails sweeps against the curve of Nishikiyama's ass. His words catch on the corner of Mine's mouth and he considers being tempted into another kiss by the closeness. At the same time he feels own breath ricochet off of Nishikiyama's cheek, still heavy when it bounces back. ]
Tell me what you like.
[ Mine feels emboldened to fulfil it. ]
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Date: 2023-12-14 03:20 pm (UTC)With Mine provoked past a point Nishikiyama had thought him capable, it's only natural that his face would betray him. Sharp and hard features give, and Nishikiyama is softer. Nails rake over his rearβ a firm voice enjoins rather than requests. Nishikiyama's pulse spikes with arousal. All the same, he feels his face wash with heat.
This, he thinks. This side of you, he thinks. His tongue is thick and he doesn't find the words. He doesn't answer him. Nishikiyama drapes himself against Mine to lay himself flush. When Nishikiyama realizes he's taking too long to respond, he tries to fill the silence with anything other than his self-indulgent sighs. ]
What's gotten into youβ
[ But there's no mistaking that he likes it. Pitiful lust throbs under the ministrations of their shared grip. He fucks thoughtlessly into the opening of it, alongside Mine's. After collecting himself enough to find the foundations of a glare, he dips his head back to kiss his Mine outright. His hand squeezes the one that's on his ass. ]
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Date: 2023-12-14 07:26 pm (UTC)The answer Nishikiyama leaves unspoken is what Mine wants to hear: being wanted, any part of him. He's said so, asked for it, offered. He drifts away from the confession, sliding his cock against Nishikiyama's and his hand. His chest rises up against the weight on top, a hard sigh of his own when they squeeze the space between them tighter. Heat spreads across his body where the two of them touch, everywhere.
Mine's eyes fill with intensity, replying to Nishikiyama therein before he can think of it or balk at the question. This, Mine echoes in silence, this moment.
His dick aches with the arousal pooling below his waist when Nishikiyama fucks against him harder. Ambiguity and a guiding hand let his digits dig into muscle, cupping Nishikiyama's cheek. Mine's thumb rolls skin and little fat between his fingers. His eyelids flutter, obscuring his glare. He wants to stay in the kiss and finally suffocate doubt with it, Mine sucks on breath tasting of the cigarette they'd just had. Slowly, his hips also pump into their strokes. ]
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