[ Mine submits his actions to the confines of the restroom and abandons his idea of stepping outā or he's simply too wasted to keep up even with his own suggestion. With the breath mint under his tongue his mouth's kept in a tense line. His hand also doesn't move. He looks indecisive in any way, Nishikiyama's question to match.
For another moment Mine just watches him, head in his hand to steady himself. As opposed to Kanda moving slow when far away, after getting rid of the nausea everything seems to have slowed down. Mine sways between feeling calm and languid, gaze having drifted to Nishikiyama's hand on his. Mine's moves to stretch the web of his hand along his thigh, halfway to respond to Nishikiyama's gesture. ]
[ The heat that finds Nishikiyamaās face is either from alcohol or bashfulness at the frank nature of Mineās words. He doesnāt know, itās only been a few hours since their relationship had shifted; heās yet to understand how things will be between them when theyāre in private. Maybe this, though, is a hint at what Mine wants.
As Nishikiyama finds the other manās face, he tiredly but fondly thinks that Mine is needyā if itās even the right word. Needy doesnāt feel correct because it implies an unnecessarily high demand for attention. Needy annoys Nishikiyama. It suits the hostesses that spam his text messages when they want a sales boost, or the failed excuses for ārelationshipsā attempted on the outskirts of his prior affections for Yumi.
Mine isnāt needy, heās something else. His hand is on Nishikiyamaās leg, and Nishikiyama doesnāt hate or resent it. ]
Too many drinks.
[ He says this regretting the decision. Nishikiyamaās stomach is still stirring. He wouldnāt be surprised if it leaped suddenly. His fingers stop tracing the back of Mineās hand. He likes having it on his thigh. ]
I was just going to go home after.
[ Perhaps itās unclear what he means. ]
But Iāll be alone then, if thatās what you want.
[ Less vaguely now, thereās the implication of an invite. ]
[ Needy... Mine finds himself asking for privacy in a way he, abstinent, thinks is too forward to do. At least, until now it had been, impolite in the way it wasn't shrouded in vague words and good excuses. What'd happened hours before, though, and the alcohol now precede his sentiment.
Mine isn't that, aimless and helpless without Nishikiyama's attention, but what he wantsāwhat he does needāis still an answer to his question much earlier. Finally, he keeps asking even when a sober mind would not. Of course it's unrefined, he can't even spell it out, but it's what's there. The same way and far from conscious thought he remembers that Nishikiyama liked his touch, so even when his hand stops Mine keeps it there but stops too.
His mind tries to jump the gaps of Nishikiyama's offer. His brow creases. ]
I can't drink any more.
[Ā His body language is apathetic to the remoteness he usually keeps. He hesitates, but sways again and leans closer when he shifts his stance.
Too much to drinkā the bad taste lingers at the back of his throat, not fully masked by the mint. Mine doesn't see himself continuing either, but despite that he doesn't know what to expect at Nishikiyama's place. ]
[ It's added as a reason for Mine to accept. His words had implied it an obstacle, but Nishikiyama doesn't want him to refuse the offer. As the other man leans closer to the sink, his patriarch's hand moves to settle somewhere on his shoulder and squeeze. It's now that he remembers that Mine's jacket, generally there, is off again. He feels the thick sculpt of collarbone and shoulder muscle beneath the pads of his fingers. His thumb finds a dip in the shape that he likes. ]
We don't have to do anything.
[ Um, maybe Mine hadn't suspected Nishikiyama might want to, but there's still a blunt subtext in the drunken sentence that the sentiments are passing through. Mine's appearance tails in Nishikiyama's eyes, and knowing that he's about to be sick, he tries to hop down from the sink and stumble for the same stall Mine had thrown up in. ]
[ Assurance that Nishikiyama extends makes Mine forget that heās been the one ordering drinks seemingly without an end in the first place. Thereās strange comfort in it thus, as well as real one from the hand on his shoulder. Mine leans heaviness into Nishikiyamaās touch, that kind no longer an unknown. It steadies him; maybe as intended?
Itās true that he hasnāt thought of anything since the motions stopped when he vomited, not much before either. Half-assed intentionsād been enough to walk out. Mine leans more, as though short-sighted when heās drunk, trying to read Nishikiyamaās answer. If they didnāt do anything what would they do?
But him asking out loud is interrupted by Nishikiyama pushing away. ]
[ Without explaining, Nishikiyama stabilizes himself crookedly with one hand braced against the stall. He doesn't respond verbally to Mine, instead only groaning once and then throwing up into the toilet without lifting his head.
His anticipation from before means that it's fairly neat. He barely makes any noise either. As Nishikiyama vomits, there's a bizarrely practiced method he'd developed in his early 20s, and it shows in the fleeting moment of vulnerability. Relief washes over him; he feels like he's back on Earth again. He shuts his eyes when his throat clenches and strains. He coughs and forgets Mine is there to witness. ]
[ Mineās stomach rumbles in sympathy, threatening to empty itself again. Itās dangerous when heās in no position to get to the bowl, so he turns his head slightly, not to aim elsewhere but just to keep himself from gagging. While Nishikiyamaās so focused, Mineās throat still clenches with short spasm.
Then he takes a deep, settling breath. Mine feels like heās found sobriety for a moment when his own urge disappears, but with Nishikiyama still at the edge of his vision he sees strands of just wetted hair fall in front of his ear. Reacting more than thinking, for once, Mine reaches forward and combs his fingers into it, pulling back what he can grab across the top of Nishikiyamaās head. He leans over the other man, still off balance, dizzy, a wince across his face. ]
[ Nishikiyama takes a moment to recognize there are fingers in his hair. With the locks pulled out of the way, his throat parts a couple of more times even without anything else left to deposit. Eventually, though, the spasms subside with a sharp, finished breath. Sweat collects on the back of his nape and he sags emptily. Rubbing his lips with the back of his wrist, he tiredly reaches ahead with the hand that'd held himself steady in the stall to flush.
And then it's gone. His tested method tried and true, all the signs of anything having been off in the first place. His eyes pass back to Mine and realize he's there. ]
[ And then he laughs quietly. He laughs because he's gross and mirrored what he'd bullied Mine about only moments before. Collecting his posture upright, he twists around to face Mine to try to return to the sinkā only, Mine is large and obstructs him. He pushes on his chest in a (still drunk) way. ]
Mintā
[ Like the word alone and the context makes enough sense for Mine to figure out. ]
You're really big.
[ It's easier to verbalize outright when he isn't as sober to feel emasculated by it. ]
[ Occupying that small a space together, as two adult men, Mine's knees almost touch the back of Nishikiyama's thighs and somewhere halfway up the wall he's also braced himself with his other hand. He's too drunk to repeat a dissonant thought he'd had before, with Nishikiyama between his legs. He cages him awkwardly, as the other man lifts his head dark locks spill from between Mine's fingers easily.
With Nishikiyama going unlax after finishing, Mine's expression does the same. The haze of too much alcohol remains, Nishikiyama's laugh replays muffled in his ears as the patriarch stands. In that cramped setting Mine tries to clue in on his reply. ]
Bigā?
[ Just repeating makes his lack of stepping aside look more oafish. Mine sways, but being shoved atāmovementādoesn't make him nauseous this time. Ahā ]
My bad. [ Not his apologies.
He looks at Nishikiyama, like he's surprised that the man isn't much shorter than himself. Rather than stepping out, though, Mine defaults to stand to one side of the tiny stall, thinking he's done something. ]
[ As if Mine had said the phrase "I'm sorry" itself to him. That's how Nishikiyama interprets it despite, and stuck within the confines of the stall, he shifts his weight restlessly from one leg to another without skirting the thin space where Mine stands. Lacking too much will to resist, he reaches up to push on Mine's shoulder instead this time. ]
Look at you. See? ...You're totally not.
[ He hardly knows what he's accusing Mine of at all. He feels a chalky aftertaste in his mouth, recalling that he'd just vomited, and then tries to peek around Mine's figure. ]
I need a breath mint. At least give me a breath mint.
[ His voice becomes pitchy with complaint, sort of like a dog whining. ]
[ Mine stands there all stiff because he's still trying to make room, it just doesn't work if he doesn't move furtherā as a result his shoulder bounces against the wall when Nishikiyama shoves him again. He frowns, doesn't like it.
It's hard to say what they're even arguing about, but Mine finds slivers of defiance... For no good reason and definitely not to match his words, when he says he's sorry, insisting in essence. ]
No, I am.
[ A grunt, the revelation making him feel slow. His own mint's melted away under his tongue removing unpleasant aftertaste, so it's not an issue on his mind. A frown twitches on his brow; he's displeased, but whether with himself or with Nishikiyama for not being clear isn't possible to say. ]
You could've said soā
[ His argument to a lack of action. Even now. Then, Mine laughs suddenly. That one, that barely sounds like more than an itch in his throat, but the corner of his mouth pulls up obviously with it. He's realized something between them. ]
[ Though Nishikiyama doesn't seem to realize he's being lumped in with the statement. Giving up on escape, he simply stands and stops protesting since Mine's refused to move. He doesn't think of the breath mint he'd asked for, instead focusing on what he can pick apart now. ]
I told you I wanted a mint alreadyā I wasn't hiding it.
[ He steps away with no other space to fill, pressing his own back into the opposite end of the stall and frowning. He remains trapped near the toilet for as long as Mine doesn't clear an opening for an exit. ]
I'll drive the car back since you're too fucked up.
[ Nishikiyama's excuse now because, wasted or otherwise, he still wants to drive an expensive vehicle. ]
[ Mine doesn't take his patriarch's forgoing his escape as anything to do with him. He does still feel good about noticing they're both wasted, too, as if based on that he can convince himself that it's his return to clarity. It makes it easier for Mine to finally act on what Nishikiyama's sayingā or has been.
He turns to leave the stall with a sigh, more to be ascribed to him moving at all, rather than taking issue with what he's doing. Blurry vision still manages to focus on the box of mints left by the sink eventually. Mine holds it out in front of him. ]
Hereā [ Then, after a few beats, his question. ] You'll drive?
[ He wants to go home, ditch this party that's gotten too loudā now that Mine's further out in the restroom again, he thinks he can hear the uproar Kanda has instigated. Displeasure for it shows on his face, in wrinkles around his mouth that's departed from his brief smile, and also that he's a little critical of the other man's proposal. ]
If you want to leave...
[ Mine knows that he's himself in no shape to, but it doesn't translate to asking Nishikiyamaāwho's in a like stateāmore seriously to reconsider. He's willing to hand over his keys to the yellow sports car parked in the next parking lot over, though. ]
[ He pops not just one, but a few of the breath mints in his mouth when he's finally granted access to them. Nishikiyama moves to Mine's abandoned lighter, not seeming to think it's Mine's, and puts it in his pocket while his tongue burns cold. The unpleasant flavor from before is erased as he splashes some water on his tongue and gargles. ]
Yeah, I want to. I'm tired of this place.
[ He watches Mine behind him through the mirror, a strange mood tucked beneath them but dissipating when he turns to leave the restroom. There are other things to tend to. He has to get rid of the others. His face scrunches in similar annoyance when he shoos them off and dismisses them, dissolving the yakiniku party in a single breath. After rolling the room shut, he proceeds in a wobbly line to the parking lot and receives Mine's car keys.
He can't help but smile. True nature there, there's a boyish excitement in his eyes when he makes his way near the driver's side and clicks the lock open with the button under his thumbnail. ]
āHooo.
[ His figure falls into the seat and he eagerly adjusts the rearview mirror to suit it. His teeth click, impressed. ]
[ Getting out to the car'd turned into a blur, Mine finds, when he slides into the passenger seat of his Lamborghini. It's where he sort of stops moving again and his head gets to catch up in a senseā did he forget his lighter in the bathroom? Mine tries to feel for it on his person. Half-dressed again, tie pulled out of his shirt and sleeves down, he'd been carrying his jacket and now leaves it in his lap.
There's not much thought to spare for any of the other men when he turns his head to look at Nishikiyama. The sound he makes lets Mine be proud and a smirk touch one side of his mouth. It's his car he's admiring. ]
I worked hard for this.
[ Honest, dry truth while Mine's head swims in alcohol. Talking about work, about money, here, there's not a touch of bitterness. He leans his head against the champagne-white leather. ]
He finishes making adjustments, the only evidence of driving heāll leave behind for a sober Mine tomorrow, and starts the Lamborghini. Thereās a smooth hum of engine to follow, one that he knows and likes. The car is worth more than some of the guys left behind in the restaurant.
He backs out, tries to. Brakes stutter when heās not in reverse. Thereās a look on Nishikiyamaās face when he holds his hand up (he doesnāt want Mineās commentary) and corrects the mistake. The steering wheel spins. He puts the vehicle in the proper gear and pulls out of the parking spot as originally intended. But then he parks in the middle of the lot.
Eyes moving from the rearview mirror to the console, he pokes at the buttons that make the most sense to try and start the radio. The windows on either side of both of them roll lower, and some Nishikiyama Family members now going home whistle and hoot through the gaps at them.
Thereās something more pressing on his mind, though. Before he can let them onto the road, the lighter Mine thinks heād lost is revealed to be in Nishikiyamaās possession. It licks the tip of a cigarette, and he blows a fat cloud of smoke out at some of his men before grinning and offering Mine the box of remainders. ]
[ There'd not much for Mine to noteāespecially with the hand coming up quicklyāother than that he's rarely the passenger in his own car. He likes the flawless, vivid paint job, the expensive interior and the noise that big an engine makes at the slightest touch of a pedal. He likes it now too, not thinking that Nishikiyama's as wasted as he is. His agreement sounded like praise even, Mine likes to flatter himself.
Mine's eyes appear in a slit farther across through the driver side window. He turns his head the other way at the yowling outside. Nishikiyama is cocky in his new position and Mine likes lending that to him. He finds himself liking several things right now.
Shaking the cigarette box near him makes Mine turn away from the noise again, though. He leans forward and takes it, a glance up to where he sees Nishikiyama's already lit his and there's nothing else for him to do. ]
Thanks.
[ He hadn't been so casual before, not as the one driving them to the hotel. Briefly some reasonable thought appears, if he should smoke if he felt sick and that he didn't like the taste much... on its own. Mine twists one of the knobs at the console just to turn up the radio's volume, the station that gets picked up. Then he slumps back into the seatā eyes on his driver, so obvious.
[ Muscle memory serves Nishikiyama well in the stretch of time that fills the drive back. Heās too drunk to notice Mine is any different now either, somehow thinking heās always this way. Receptiveā? Other words to describe how heās looked at currently donāt come, but he doesnāt mind it. He finds an empty spot in the complexās key locked lot and parks. Like his way of vomiting before, the method to driving and getting himself home is also alarmingly well practiced. He doubts Mine is paying attention.
After taking the elevator up to the 6th floor, Mineās car keys are returned to him, dropped in the dish of an open palm. ]
Yours.
[ Not his. He knows this much when he battles the lock of his own place. The newer building still proves to give the blade of his house key a hard time. He doesnāt know how to unlock it for a minute and he twists it a few times before it finally gives and the almost dreadfully empty apartment reveals its under furnished state to Mine once more. Mine, who isnāt a stranger anymore. He hasnāt given reason for Nishikiyama to wedge his pistol against his temple since.
He abandons his shoes and jacket at the door. Sighing loudly, he whirls to face his guest and look him up and down with the same look thatād been present there in the bathroom mirror before. ]
Weāre alone again. [ He says.
His eyes fix on Mineās throat, on its sculpt and prominence. Itās so much more handsome than anyone elseās, like the neck of a stallion or something. When Nishikiyama blinks, he finds heās stepped closer to Mine than heād been. ]
[ It's strange to think how the ambiance in his car had transformedāif Mine could at all, just nowāfrom needing to openly declare his desire and at the same time wanting Nishikiyama's response. To now leaving static between them, the air is infused with booze and first warm smoke. It's only been a few hours. Mine looks out the window, realizes that the scenery has come to a standstill, there are other parked cars either side.
He vaguely remembers the walk from the lot up to Nishikiyama's apartment. Tainted by the threat to his life moments later, though, how else. The hairs on the back of his neck raise, even though Mine doesn't find time or clarity to recall. The unease dissipates as suddenly with his car keys in his hand, a distracting change physically.
Blearily, Mine notes the other man's struggle trying to get into his home, again telling him he shouldn't have been driving them. A thought that, similarly, fades when the door opens. It should be even more vivid now, but Mine's spared from remembering the gun to his head a second time. He leaves his shoes in the entryway, somewhat neatly, and his jacket somewhere hanging.
Mine swallows, his adam's apple bobs in his throat.
Having stepped up he meets Nishikiyama's look directly and not in the mirrorā he's recalling it, it concluding their rendezvous in the restroom. Like the drive, it feels like he'd attended it as a passenger. ]
Mhm. [ Nishikiyama stands closer, sooner. ]
I wanted this. [ Answer to his earlier; what Mine'd meant first, what the other'd offered then.
His lips part, reminded of the prospect of their encounter. Mine leans in, letting poor balance take him until he needs a hand on Nishikiyama's shoulder. He'll kiss him now; the flavor of Nishikiyama's own hi-lite lays over the mint. ]
[ Nishikiyama's heel thuds against the ledge of the genkan when Mine kisses him. His own balance sways when the other man's hand finds him. As he stumbles, he catches the handle of his front door with his fingertips and pulls it shut with a click, only later to catch himself on a wall nearby. Eyes flutter shut, but his vision seems to come and go regardless.
Sandwiched there between it and Mine, his laughter stops against the other man's mouth and he instead receives the taste of smoke and mint properly. If he were sober enough to care, he'd feel a little ashamed of how he kisses Mine nowā he's far too receptive, too sloppy, and too wet. How he's kissing is exactly how he'd lectured Kiryu not to kiss women in the past during his teenage years, when he'd reared his head and lied about his own experiences. He'd dug himself deeper every time and hadn't known if Kiryu could tell he was bluffing.
Nishikiyama grabs the front of Mine's shirt and pushes it upward. It's strange to see it wrinkle when he surfaces Mine's columns of abs, but he won't be looking long enough to observe. He's motivated now by only his most instinctive desires. He just wants Mine again: somehow, some way. He's still poorly researched without an idea of how to act. With a drunk smirk on his face, he breaks away from a regrettably messy lip lock and starts plucking Mine's shirt buttons apart. It's stupid how coyly he plays the act, his eyes downcast and lips curled. Mystery is spice though and he poorly "conceals" his own want by not answering Mine verbally, caught there in the shadow of his figure, oh so conveniently trapped against the wall. His thoughts go places. ]
[ A twitch is placed just underneath Mine's skin as the knuckles of Nishikiyama's hand brush against his abs. The light from the doorway, wedged between, then sinks into the ridges but lets the margin of his ribs disappear in shadow under his shirt. Anticipation creeps into Mine's breath, such that it echoes in the kiss. He doesn't care, if Nishikiyama thinks of himself as too eager. Where he's receptive, Mine feels generous, sloppy and wet when he's just as hasty. He wouldn't have called the bluff either, a youth spent differently, and now there's no need for Mine to play a certain way when he's rich. Wasted and honest.
When Nishikiyama pulls away, he loses a point of anchor. Mine tries to find focus with the patriarch's hands unpicking the buttons of his shirt. One, two or three, he tugs lose his own tie before they get in the way of each other across his chest. His own want swells within, same as Nishikiyama's. Mine reads his coy response at an angle, from slightly up down. There he finds between the lines words that Nishikiyama hasn't and doesn't yet sayā to spell out the details of their new relationship.
Heat creeps beneath his collar, more than the flush of drinking. Mine props himself against the wall on his other hand when he feels himself getting unsteady, next to Nishikiyama's head. He cages him in, close outside of a kiss. Mine's hand lifts from Nishikiyama's shoulder instead gripping, clumsily, the knot of his tie and pulls. Mine works more easily from the top down. ]
[ Nishikiyama slides against the wall without the support on his shoulder. Where an arm moves to cage him, he begins to ease and tuck himself back to close the space. He hardly realizes that Mine is undressing him at the same timeā the tie at his neck suddenly harder to undo, annoying to pull from beneath his collar. He thinks blearily of what they can do in the hallway, but he's too drunk to be creative. He figures there's not much; getting on his knees now might make him puke again, and that would ruin what's happening now. He rustles out of his shirt similarly. The two of them begin to wander closer and closer to the bedroom when Nishikiyama resists where he'd been formerly pinned because standing isn't good. Not when neither of them don't want to.
Beside the mattress, Nishikiyama sponges in the erotic span of muscle and skin in front of him. He bites his own lip. And something he realizes isā ]
You look good.
[ Like, all of the time and in ways that Nishikiyama hadn't noticed of others. Maybe his head had simply been filled with the clutter of yakuza. Of collections, patriarchs, and politics. But now, the lust he feels at the moment is almost overwhelming. With his tongue on his teeth, he shoves Mine back onto his bedsheets, aware enough that he'll fall. Then he followsā closes in on top of him and unworks both of their pants. Uninhibited, it feels like they're in a pornography only that neither of them are acting. Whatever, though.
Nishikiyama touches Mine's dark brown hair, his fingers combing through the shorter pieces and seeing them come loose. ]
[ Stepping over clothes that'll be there as a trail left till morning, Mine enters a room he knows, even drunk, he didn't visit last time. He looks at itāa blurry corner of the eye-viewāsparingly furnished to match the rest of the apartment. It might be hard to get into sensuality there if they weren't already going. And going fast, Mine only realizes that he's still lightheaded when he stops moving. Keeping Nishikiyama as his focus helps; Mine sees him suck in his bottom lip between his teeth. Desiring, eroticā
The silence he'd left deliberately, not really of inaction or apprehension, but still placing Mine with an absence, is filled by his answer now. Short as it may be, Mine seeing his body under scrutiny, he likes knowing that Nishikiyama looks at him physically.
His push is quicker than gravity and Mine finds himself on his back. The other on top of him, hands by his belt, he lifts his hips to let his pants be pulled down over his ass. The same stance prompts touch: Mine's front rubs against Nishikiyama's. He can't tell if it gets him hard any, though, Mine blinks, or it's more that his eyelids flutter when Nishikiyama combs his hand through his hair. Much lower, Mine's fingertips have just pushed under the waistband of the man's underwear (he can't see if Nishikiyama's changed out of them from before).
Meeting dark eyes, Mine doubts he needs to gulp his heart back down, but feels it hammering high in his throat. He opens his mouth, swallows again, finally like remnants of their kiss were there. The loose hair tugs on his scalp differently. Whatever they'll do, though. He echoes. ]
Hey.
[ Out of its pause Mine's hands slides down further. He finds humor from before, a smile twitching. What he says is so obvious that it's funny. ]
[ Mine says it straight. Nishikiyama laughs because it's said in such a way. His fingers trail the sides of Mine's face when he looks down, at the other's hands that have wandered lower on his hips, delving past his underwear. ]
Yeah, let's fuck.
[ Vulgar agreement comes without thinking because even while wasted, there's a part of him that has to one-up everyone else. He has to be the strongest, the baddest, and in this context, the dirtiest. It's nonsense that stems from his self-worth, an emotional autopsy he's yet to cut open and study should he ever. In this phrase, he feels he's the bolder of the two; the more dominant one. Not that it's a contest, or ever had been.
Freed of all garments, Nishikiyama curls forward and sucks tightly on a divot in Mine's throat. His kisses hardly keep a seal, poorly coordinated as he struggles to decide what he wants to do. As if his impulses are too quick for his mind, everything he does now lags as if treading through sludge. He finds his eyelids are heavier too. Unable to get hard, he pushes himself into Mine's hand without realizing why he can't. Two arms straighten while he supports himself, and he pulls away from a faint red stamp he's left on Mine's neck. ]
I want to. Come on.
[ Through some of his fallen bangs, Nishikiyama gazes into Mine's eyes with a smirk on his lips that sags. ]
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Date: 2024-01-11 09:18 am (UTC)For another moment Mine just watches him, head in his hand to steady himself. As opposed to Kanda moving slow when far away, after getting rid of the nausea everything seems to have slowed down. Mine sways between feeling calm and languid, gaze having drifted to Nishikiyama's hand on his. Mine's moves to stretch the web of his hand along his thigh, halfway to respond to Nishikiyama's gesture. ]
I wanted to be alone.
[ āWell, with him. ]
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Date: 2024-01-11 05:23 pm (UTC)As Nishikiyama finds the other manās face, he tiredly but fondly thinks that Mine is needyā if itās even the right word. Needy doesnāt feel correct because it implies an unnecessarily high demand for attention. Needy annoys Nishikiyama. It suits the hostesses that spam his text messages when they want a sales boost, or the failed excuses for ārelationshipsā attempted on the outskirts of his prior affections for Yumi.
Mine isnāt needy, heās something else. His hand is on Nishikiyamaās leg, and Nishikiyama doesnāt hate or resent it. ]
Too many drinks.
[ He says this regretting the decision. Nishikiyamaās stomach is still stirring. He wouldnāt be surprised if it leaped suddenly. His fingers stop tracing the back of Mineās hand. He likes having it on his thigh. ]
I was just going to go home after.
[ Perhaps itās unclear what he means. ]
But Iāll be alone then, if thatās what you want.
[ Less vaguely now, thereās the implication of an invite. ]
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Date: 2024-01-11 10:41 pm (UTC)Mine isn't that, aimless and helpless without Nishikiyama's attention, but what he wantsāwhat he does needāis still an answer to his question much earlier. Finally, he keeps asking even when a sober mind would not. Of course it's unrefined, he can't even spell it out, but it's what's there. The same way and far from conscious thought he remembers that Nishikiyama liked his touch, so even when his hand stops Mine keeps it there but stops too.
His mind tries to jump the gaps of Nishikiyama's offer. His brow creases. ]
I can't drink any more.
[Ā His body language is apathetic to the remoteness he usually keeps. He hesitates, but sways again and leans closer when he shifts his stance.
Too much to drinkā the bad taste lingers at the back of his throat, not fully masked by the mint. Mine doesn't see himself continuing either, but despite that he doesn't know what to expect at Nishikiyama's place. ]
Are you sure?
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Date: 2024-01-12 07:22 am (UTC)[ It's added as a reason for Mine to accept. His words had implied it an obstacle, but Nishikiyama doesn't want him to refuse the offer. As the other man leans closer to the sink, his patriarch's hand moves to settle somewhere on his shoulder and squeeze. It's now that he remembers that Mine's jacket, generally there, is off again. He feels the thick sculpt of collarbone and shoulder muscle beneath the pads of his fingers. His thumb finds a dip in the shape that he likes. ]
We don't have to do anything.
[ Um, maybe Mine hadn't suspected Nishikiyama might want to, but there's still a blunt subtext in the drunken sentence that the sentiments are passing through. Mine's appearance tails in Nishikiyama's eyes, and knowing that he's about to be sick, he tries to hop down from the sink and stumble for the same stall Mine had thrown up in. ]
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Date: 2024-01-12 05:57 pm (UTC)Itās true that he hasnāt thought of anything since the motions stopped when he vomited, not much before either. Half-assed intentionsād been enough to walk out. Mine leans more, as though short-sighted when heās drunk, trying to read Nishikiyamaās answer. If they didnāt do anything what would they do?
But him asking out loud is interrupted by Nishikiyama pushing away. ]
Bossā
[ Mine shuffles behind him, too close. ]
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Date: 2024-01-12 09:19 pm (UTC)His anticipation from before means that it's fairly neat. He barely makes any noise either. As Nishikiyama vomits, there's a bizarrely practiced method he'd developed in his early 20s, and it shows in the fleeting moment of vulnerability. Relief washes over him; he feels like he's back on Earth again. He shuts his eyes when his throat clenches and strains. He coughs and forgets Mine is there to witness. ]
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Date: 2024-01-13 03:50 am (UTC)Then he takes a deep, settling breath. Mine feels like heās found sobriety for a moment when his own urge disappears, but with Nishikiyama still at the edge of his vision he sees strands of just wetted hair fall in front of his ear. Reacting more than thinking, for once, Mine reaches forward and combs his fingers into it, pulling back what he can grab across the top of Nishikiyamaās head. He leans over the other man, still off balance, dizzy, a wince across his face. ]
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Date: 2024-01-14 11:54 am (UTC)And then it's gone. His tested method tried and true, all the signs of anything having been off in the first place. His eyes pass back to Mine and realize he's there. ]
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Date: 2024-01-14 11:59 am (UTC)Mintā
[ Like the word alone and the context makes enough sense for Mine to figure out. ]
You're really big.
[ It's easier to verbalize outright when he isn't as sober to feel emasculated by it. ]
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Date: 2024-01-15 10:32 am (UTC)With Nishikiyama going unlax after finishing, Mine's expression does the same. The haze of too much alcohol remains, Nishikiyama's laugh replays muffled in his ears as the patriarch stands. In that cramped setting Mine tries to clue in on his reply. ]
Bigā?
[ Just repeating makes his lack of stepping aside look more oafish. Mine sways, but being shoved atāmovementādoesn't make him nauseous this time. Ahā ]
My bad. [ Not his apologies.
He looks at Nishikiyama, like he's surprised that the man isn't much shorter than himself. Rather than stepping out, though, Mine defaults to stand to one side of the tiny stall, thinking he's done something. ]
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Date: 2024-01-15 02:18 pm (UTC)[ As if Mine had said the phrase "I'm sorry" itself to him. That's how Nishikiyama interprets it despite, and stuck within the confines of the stall, he shifts his weight restlessly from one leg to another without skirting the thin space where Mine stands. Lacking too much will to resist, he reaches up to push on Mine's shoulder instead this time. ]
Look at you. See? ...You're totally not.
[ He hardly knows what he's accusing Mine of at all. He feels a chalky aftertaste in his mouth, recalling that he'd just vomited, and then tries to peek around Mine's figure. ]
I need a breath mint. At least give me a breath mint.
[ His voice becomes pitchy with complaint, sort of like a dog whining. ]
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Date: 2024-01-16 09:00 am (UTC)It's hard to say what they're even arguing about, but Mine finds slivers of defiance... For no good reason and definitely not to match his words, when he says he's sorry, insisting in essence. ]
No, I am.
[ A grunt, the revelation making him feel slow. His own mint's melted away under his tongue removing unpleasant aftertaste, so it's not an issue on his mind. A frown twitches on his brow; he's displeased, but whether with himself or with Nishikiyama for not being clear isn't possible to say. ]
You could've said soā
[ His argument to a lack of action. Even now. Then, Mine laughs suddenly. That one, that barely sounds like more than an itch in his throat, but the corner of his mouth pulls up obviously with it. He's realized something between them. ]
I'm really drunk too, you know.
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Date: 2024-01-16 02:27 pm (UTC)[ Though Nishikiyama doesn't seem to realize he's being lumped in with the statement. Giving up on escape, he simply stands and stops protesting since Mine's refused to move. He doesn't think of the breath mint he'd asked for, instead focusing on what he can pick apart now. ]
I told you I wanted a mint alreadyā I wasn't hiding it.
[ He steps away with no other space to fill, pressing his own back into the opposite end of the stall and frowning. He remains trapped near the toilet for as long as Mine doesn't clear an opening for an exit. ]
I'll drive the car back since you're too fucked up.
[ Nishikiyama's excuse now because, wasted or otherwise, he still wants to drive an expensive vehicle. ]
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Date: 2024-01-16 03:12 pm (UTC)He turns to leave the stall with a sigh, more to be ascribed to him moving at all, rather than taking issue with what he's doing. Blurry vision still manages to focus on the box of mints left by the sink eventually. Mine holds it out in front of him. ]
Hereā [ Then, after a few beats, his question. ] You'll drive?
[ He wants to go home, ditch this party that's gotten too loudā now that Mine's further out in the restroom again, he thinks he can hear the uproar Kanda has instigated. Displeasure for it shows on his face, in wrinkles around his mouth that's departed from his brief smile, and also that he's a little critical of the other man's proposal. ]
If you want to leave...
[ Mine knows that he's himself in no shape to, but it doesn't translate to asking Nishikiyamaāwho's in a like stateāmore seriously to reconsider. He's willing to hand over his keys to the yellow sports car parked in the next parking lot over, though. ]
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Date: 2024-01-16 03:35 pm (UTC)Yeah, I want to. I'm tired of this place.
[ He watches Mine behind him through the mirror, a strange mood tucked beneath them but dissipating when he turns to leave the restroom. There are other things to tend to. He has to get rid of the others. His face scrunches in similar annoyance when he shoos them off and dismisses them, dissolving the yakiniku party in a single breath. After rolling the room shut, he proceeds in a wobbly line to the parking lot and receives Mine's car keys.
He can't help but smile. True nature there, there's a boyish excitement in his eyes when he makes his way near the driver's side and clicks the lock open with the button under his thumbnail. ]
āHooo.
[ His figure falls into the seat and he eagerly adjusts the rearview mirror to suit it. His teeth click, impressed. ]
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Date: 2024-01-17 09:00 am (UTC)There's not much thought to spare for any of the other men when he turns his head to look at Nishikiyama. The sound he makes lets Mine be proud and a smirk touch one side of his mouth. It's his car he's admiring. ]
I worked hard for this.
[ Honest, dry truth while Mine's head swims in alcohol. Talking about work, about money, here, there's not a touch of bitterness. He leans his head against the champagne-white leather. ]
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Date: 2024-01-17 01:49 pm (UTC)He finishes making adjustments, the only evidence of driving heāll leave behind for a sober Mine tomorrow, and starts the Lamborghini. Thereās a smooth hum of engine to follow, one that he knows and likes. The car is worth more than some of the guys left behind in the restaurant.
He backs out, tries to. Brakes stutter when heās not in reverse. Thereās a look on Nishikiyamaās face when he holds his hand up (he doesnāt want Mineās commentary) and corrects the mistake. The steering wheel spins. He puts the vehicle in the proper gear and pulls out of the parking spot as originally intended. But then he parks in the middle of the lot.
Eyes moving from the rearview mirror to the console, he pokes at the buttons that make the most sense to try and start the radio. The windows on either side of both of them roll lower, and some Nishikiyama Family members now going home whistle and hoot through the gaps at them.
Thereās something more pressing on his mind, though. Before he can let them onto the road, the lighter Mine thinks heād lost is revealed to be in Nishikiyamaās possession. It licks the tip of a cigarette, and he blows a fat cloud of smoke out at some of his men before grinning and offering Mine the box of remainders. ]
For you.
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Date: 2024-01-18 01:22 am (UTC)Mine's eyes appear in a slit farther across through the driver side window. He turns his head the other way at the yowling outside. Nishikiyama is cocky in his new position and Mine likes lending that to him. He finds himself liking several things right now.
Shaking the cigarette box near him makes Mine turn away from the noise again, though. He leans forward and takes it, a glance up to where he sees Nishikiyama's already lit his and there's nothing else for him to do. ]
Thanks.
[ He hadn't been so casual before, not as the one driving them to the hotel. Briefly some reasonable thought appears, if he should smoke if he felt sick and that he didn't like the taste much... on its own. Mine twists one of the knobs at the console just to turn up the radio's volume, the station that gets picked up. Then he slumps back into the seatā eyes on his driver, so obvious.
He lights one between his lips. ]
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Date: 2024-01-18 03:03 pm (UTC)After taking the elevator up to the 6th floor, Mineās car keys are returned to him, dropped in the dish of an open palm. ]
Yours.
[ Not his. He knows this much when he battles the lock of his own place. The newer building still proves to give the blade of his house key a hard time. He doesnāt know how to unlock it for a minute and he twists it a few times before it finally gives and the almost dreadfully empty apartment reveals its under furnished state to Mine once more. Mine, who isnāt a stranger anymore. He hasnāt given reason for Nishikiyama to wedge his pistol against his temple since.
He abandons his shoes and jacket at the door. Sighing loudly, he whirls to face his guest and look him up and down with the same look thatād been present there in the bathroom mirror before. ]
Weāre alone again. [ He says.
His eyes fix on Mineās throat, on its sculpt and prominence. Itās so much more handsome than anyone elseās, like the neck of a stallion or something. When Nishikiyama blinks, he finds heās stepped closer to Mine than heād been. ]
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Date: 2024-01-19 01:20 am (UTC)He vaguely remembers the walk from the lot up to Nishikiyama's apartment. Tainted by the threat to his life moments later, though, how else. The hairs on the back of his neck raise, even though Mine doesn't find time or clarity to recall. The unease dissipates as suddenly with his car keys in his hand, a distracting change physically.
Blearily, Mine notes the other man's struggle trying to get into his home, again telling him he shouldn't have been driving them. A thought that, similarly, fades when the door opens. It should be even more vivid now, but Mine's spared from remembering the gun to his head a second time. He leaves his shoes in the entryway, somewhat neatly, and his jacket somewhere hanging.
Mine swallows, his adam's apple bobs in his throat.
Having stepped up he meets Nishikiyama's look directly and not in the mirrorā he's recalling it, it concluding their rendezvous in the restroom. Like the drive, it feels like he'd attended it as a passenger. ]
Mhm. [ Nishikiyama stands closer, sooner. ]
I wanted this. [ Answer to his earlier; what Mine'd meant first, what the other'd offered then.
His lips part, reminded of the prospect of their encounter. Mine leans in, letting poor balance take him until he needs a hand on Nishikiyama's shoulder. He'll kiss him now; the flavor of Nishikiyama's own hi-lite lays over the mint. ]
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Date: 2024-01-19 12:57 pm (UTC)Sandwiched there between it and Mine, his laughter stops against the other man's mouth and he instead receives the taste of smoke and mint properly. If he were sober enough to care, he'd feel a little ashamed of how he kisses Mine nowā he's far too receptive, too sloppy, and too wet. How he's kissing is exactly how he'd lectured Kiryu not to kiss women in the past during his teenage years, when he'd reared his head and lied about his own experiences. He'd dug himself deeper every time and hadn't known if Kiryu could tell he was bluffing.
Nishikiyama grabs the front of Mine's shirt and pushes it upward. It's strange to see it wrinkle when he surfaces Mine's columns of abs, but he won't be looking long enough to observe. He's motivated now by only his most instinctive desires. He just wants Mine again: somehow, some way. He's still poorly researched without an idea of how to act. With a drunk smirk on his face, he breaks away from a regrettably messy lip lock and starts plucking Mine's shirt buttons apart. It's stupid how coyly he plays the act, his eyes downcast and lips curled. Mystery is spice though and he poorly "conceals" his own want by not answering Mine verbally, caught there in the shadow of his figure, oh so conveniently trapped against the wall. His thoughts go places. ]
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Date: 2024-01-19 03:16 pm (UTC)When Nishikiyama pulls away, he loses a point of anchor. Mine tries to find focus with the patriarch's hands unpicking the buttons of his shirt. One, two or three, he tugs lose his own tie before they get in the way of each other across his chest. His own want swells within, same as Nishikiyama's. Mine reads his coy response at an angle, from slightly up down. There he finds between the lines words that Nishikiyama hasn't and doesn't yet sayā to spell out the details of their new relationship.
Heat creeps beneath his collar, more than the flush of drinking. Mine props himself against the wall on his other hand when he feels himself getting unsteady, next to Nishikiyama's head. He cages him in, close outside of a kiss. Mine's hand lifts from Nishikiyama's shoulder instead gripping, clumsily, the knot of his tie and pulls. Mine works more easily from the top down. ]
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Date: 2024-01-19 04:42 pm (UTC)Beside the mattress, Nishikiyama sponges in the erotic span of muscle and skin in front of him. He bites his own lip. And something he realizes isā ]
You look good.
[ Like, all of the time and in ways that Nishikiyama hadn't noticed of others. Maybe his head had simply been filled with the clutter of yakuza. Of collections, patriarchs, and politics. But now, the lust he feels at the moment is almost overwhelming. With his tongue on his teeth, he shoves Mine back onto his bedsheets, aware enough that he'll fall. Then he followsā closes in on top of him and unworks both of their pants. Uninhibited, it feels like they're in a pornography only that neither of them are acting. Whatever, though.
Nishikiyama touches Mine's dark brown hair, his fingers combing through the shorter pieces and seeing them come loose. ]
Hey.
[ Whatever, though. He wants him so badly. ]
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Date: 2024-01-19 10:22 pm (UTC)The silence he'd left deliberately, not really of inaction or apprehension, but still placing Mine with an absence, is filled by his answer now. Short as it may be, Mine seeing his body under scrutiny, he likes knowing that Nishikiyama looks at him physically.
His push is quicker than gravity and Mine finds himself on his back. The other on top of him, hands by his belt, he lifts his hips to let his pants be pulled down over his ass. The same stance prompts touch: Mine's front rubs against Nishikiyama's. He can't tell if it gets him hard any, though, Mine blinks, or it's more that his eyelids flutter when Nishikiyama combs his hand through his hair. Much lower, Mine's fingertips have just pushed under the waistband of the man's underwear (he can't see if Nishikiyama's changed out of them from before).
Meeting dark eyes, Mine doubts he needs to gulp his heart back down, but feels it hammering high in his throat. He opens his mouth, swallows again, finally like remnants of their kiss were there. The loose hair tugs on his scalp differently. Whatever they'll do, though. He echoes. ]
Hey.
[ Out of its pause Mine's hands slides down further. He finds humor from before, a smile twitching. What he says is so obvious that it's funny. ]
Let's have sex.
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Date: 2024-01-20 05:47 am (UTC)Yeah, let's fuck.
[ Vulgar agreement comes without thinking because even while wasted, there's a part of him that has to one-up everyone else. He has to be the strongest, the baddest, and in this context, the dirtiest. It's nonsense that stems from his self-worth, an emotional autopsy he's yet to cut open and study should he ever. In this phrase, he feels he's the bolder of the two; the more dominant one. Not that it's a contest, or ever had been.
Freed of all garments, Nishikiyama curls forward and sucks tightly on a divot in Mine's throat. His kisses hardly keep a seal, poorly coordinated as he struggles to decide what he wants to do. As if his impulses are too quick for his mind, everything he does now lags as if treading through sludge. He finds his eyelids are heavier too. Unable to get hard, he pushes himself into Mine's hand without realizing why he can't. Two arms straighten while he supports himself, and he pulls away from a faint red stamp he's left on Mine's neck. ]
I want to. Come on.
[ Through some of his fallen bangs, Nishikiyama gazes into Mine's eyes with a smirk on his lips that sags. ]
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