[ The thoughts are quelled, and Nishikiyama watches Mine in the next stretched momentโ how his dark brown bangs partially hide parts of his cheeks. He sweeps them off his face after kissing him again. He sees the flicker of recognition within the pools of Mine's dilated eyes. ]
Tell me if it feels bad.
[ Without waiting too much longer, Nishikiyama coats his own cock with lubricant and angles it only a little above the three digits that'd kneaded Mine somewhere weak. His index and middle fingers spread Mine's ass apart to take just the tip. They'd wanted to do this for weeks now. Nishikiyama feels alight from the wet and pleasant squeeze. Handsome throat bobbing once with a swallow, he eases himself further into Mine, bracing himself down over the other man with a groan. He kisses him once more in case it hurtsโ truthfully, he doesn't know this much. He's only had women and normalized a little pain for their virginity. Mine Yoshitaka is his first man. ]
[ He wallows in the moment Nishikiyama is gentle, even if alienated by his slowing down just before. He knows what's to come and maybe that's why he tries to cling. Mine is awash with the realization of his own nakednessโnot just the physical but what's revealed by the look in his eyes. Nishikiyama will have found within them a chasm of expectation, want and fear. His prompt strikes all three.
There's no time to reflect on the lack of fingers in his ass, tension is already unbearable when Mine feels Nishikiyama's dick line up against him. Mine feels hot and cold in parallel surge down his back. Does he push? Does he pull? It doesn't matter how his muscles work themselves; the head of Nishikiyama's cock slips inside.
Mine groans, mouth open to show just a bit of his teeth top and bottom. Thereโs plenty of lube, but nothing will or can mitigate the girth. Even past the flare of Nishikiyama's glans, Mine's rim stretches around his shaft, more than all three digits spaced together. Mine'd also accepted another person's discomfort for sex. He watches Nishikiyama swallow. He looks up at a man who, even with his long locks, looks not like anyone Mine's known in intimacy. He places a noise in the kiss that admits his strain with the weight bearing against his hole to sink Nishikiyama further in. Mine's grip on his shoulder won't let up. He doesn't know what he wants, though. Nishikiyama Akira is also his first. ]
[ Fully enveloped, Nishikiyama feels Mine's walls clench with uncertainty around himโ every strained, awkward flex or shift made in an attempt to make penetration comfortable. Admittedly and despite, his cock is throbbing madly in the vice, and his veins course with an instinct to buck. He does everything not to, though. To let Mine adjust. Heat surges through his neck.
His tongue sweeps the roof of Mine's mouth with a small moan. Both hands, there to ground him, move along the chiseled muscles of Mine's torso. One goes higher and the other goes to fondle his cock. Nishikiyama sighs through his nose while fighting selfish impatience in a way that should remind Mine he's wanted. ]
You feel good.
[ A thumb brushes over a nipple and slick fingers trace the outline of Mine's earlier wilted length. His hips tilt to accommodate his actions, otherwise still, but his cock is pushed flush against Mine's front wall, the head of it close to the spot he'd found with his hand before. A shudder runs through him. He finds that Mine's eyes look different when he pulls his head up. ]
[ย Mine feels nauseous and dizzy with the burn, taking Nishikiyama inside him whether he thinks he can or not. When his cock is in deeper than his fingers have reached Mine chokes out sound. His abs squeeze and air makes his chest rise. His walls throb with the same impulse to adjust. Mine has the sterile thought of simply seeing it through and finishing what they'd started sixteen days ago. The idea shatters at the faint touch of praise.
Despite not saying anything, he doesn't think he can take movement. Despite that, his sharp eyes are glazed over in ecstasy. His dick'd raised with the relentless stimulation of Nishikiyama entering him, now half-hard with a physiological reaction Mine hadn't known. He's made smooth and, although Nishikiyama gives him time, achingly wide at the rim. But Nishikiyama's head pins the cluster of nerves against his wall in such a way as that fingers wouldn't. Wider and without any room between his middle and index for it to budge from the stimulus.
His back arches, like Mine can hope to get away. His other hand, just reaching at Nishikiyama's back over the side of his ribs, has been there in hopes of keeping him in a kiss, with small puffs of arousal hitting the back of his throat. Mine's elbow locks, keeping the pads of his fingers press into thin muscle over bone. ]
Haah... Mโmove. [ He doesn't want him there, embarrassed to harden in Nishikiyama's grasp when the pleasure comes from elsewhere. ]
[ Nishikiyama doesn't answer. His teeth bite his own lip when he keeps his eyes on Mine, sighs mingling when trapped so close by. His thighs tense to withdraw some of the shaft, but as instructed, he sinks himself forward again until he's buried entirely to the hilt. As carnal delight envelopes him, he's suddenly hyper-attuned to how hot he's getting. There's so much sweat. ]
Nhh, it's good...
[ Better than anyone he's had, not that he'd know why. As Mine's body reacts to him below, Nishikiyama understands where he's supposed to aim. He's too clumsy and heady at the moment to focus on anything else, so he gives up on the rest and instead cages his arms over the tops of Mine's shoulders. He feels the other man's grasp still pulling him at the ribs. His breath shakes out, but he kisses Mine again when he starts to fuck him and build a rhythmโ in and out, in and out. There it is, the sex. Feeling amazing and like nothing he could've ever anticipated. ]
Goodโ...
[ As Mine's muscles give out beneath him, Nishikiyama feels himself starting to come undone on top. His thoughts are almost more beast than human, but he tries hanging onto himself; remembering how and why they got here. ]
[ Mine reacts with a sudden moan, it's stretched thin as Nishikiyama thrusts back into him. With his hips pressed against the mounds of Mine's ass, Mine feels body heat gathering between them. Wet with lube and Nishikiyama's sweat, the slick obscene noises of skin against skin reach Mine's ears as such before they're swallowed up by the room. The slide in and out of his ass hitches his breathing.
They share the frail attempt at retracing steps to right now; Mine can't pin his decision anywhere, either. His body feels heavy, catching up to is his exertion in the ring and the few jabs that landed. The simple rhythm opens him up. Nishikiyama hits him in a pleasurable spot here and there and Mine's nails dig into his back for feedback. Instead of straining against his cock at the entrance, Mine's insides tense and slacken around the length, walls spasming in irregular response.
Next to the warmth building in the base mechanics of being fucked, Nishikiyama's affirmations turn the tips of his ears red. Mine's kisses are loose, feeling more vulnerable when he parts his lips. ]
[ A moan from Mine is unexpected, but it rings in Nishikiyama's ears like music. Lips smirk around the series of kisses between them momentarily, thick puffs of hungered air falling and brushing Mine's open mouth every once in a while before Nishikiyama closes the space once more. He gives a slow sweep of his tongue against Mine's when nails sink into his koi fish, thrusts of his hips gradually becoming more and more intense. Mine jostles under his own sculpt and Nishikiyama can feel his cock bouncing stiff between the tight enclosure of their bodies. That's fine, though. It's all friction, and all that matters is that the two of them feel good. He'll take whatever Mine gives him nowโ before Mine can think that he doesn't want him anymore, or that he's found someone in the yakuza he'd be better off working with. Mine wants this. Mine wants this. Mine wants him.
The slapping of their damp skin goes numb in Nishikiyama's ears, simply a white noise layered behind lust. He'd known he wouldn't last long given how he'd waited prior, and he burrows his face somewhere beside Mine's when he's close to climax. For fear of being seen. He's no match to how good it feels to have Mine around him. His movements choke and lock when he's at his edge. Fleeting is the thought of pulling out; the thought of sparing some woman the worry of even potential pregnancy. He hadn't worn a condom either. It's fine, isn't it? How strange to break the habit, how he doesn't have to worry.
Eyelids flash white when Nishikiyama comes. He melts on top with a moan. Both biceps cinch to support himself, and he shoots semen deep into Mine's ass, the evidence of it trapped and plugged there by his own girth. He can't move with his nerves fried like this. The storm of desire that'd come over him seems to buffer, and he catches his breath in the dip of Mine's shoulder. He smells traces of soap and sweat there. Maybe the faint residue of cologne that'd heralded a price tag Nishikiyama could never afford.
Mine had wanted this. Wanted him. Not wanting it to stop, Nishikiyama turns his head to nip the side of his neck. Sucking on it is the only way he can think to ask Mine to keep wanting him after. ]
[ He relents easily, still. When Nishikiyama kisses him, leaving Mine a taste of himself, Mine drags his tongue along the edge of his teeth. It feels better than his unattended dick bounding between them, better than the erratic jolts of bliss that penetrate him. Mine doesn't know if he wants to feel better elsewhere truthfully, a part of him still shocked that he's taking it in his ass at all. What Mine does want, though, is to feel Nishikiyama close by him. If this is the method by which, he accepts too. They can't share the thoughts that'd make each other feel secure, it seems, so only the raw actions remain.
Deep inside he feels Nishikiyama's tip harden, pulsating and angled so that it makes soft muscle feel swollen against it. His ears buzz and whistle even as Nishikiyama stops moving with his face buried by his shoulder. With strange rationality Mine thinks to ask why, but realizes sooner than the moment passes. How Nishikiyama'd looked at him earlier would show Mine judgment he doesn't want to receive, when the other man releases inside of him. Forgetting that his eyes are already sunk into the sheets, Mine rolls his head the opposite way, like he simply turns from getting splashed by a car driving too fast through a nearby puddle.
The orgasm spilling inside of him brings neither coldness not warmth. Plugged up, all Mine really feels is the previously foreboding pressure of Nishikiyama's cock disperse against his walls. And the rumor of a question. Why does he stay? It's the thought that settles when Mine's cock does not, still squeezed to thick stiffness against his stomach, and he numbs to Nishikiyama in him. Philosophical reason for asking that will only come to him later; the admonishment for Mine leaving early morning sits deep, though.
Mine doesn't turn his head back when Nishikiyama's nose digs into his neck, or when his breath mixes with the faint scent of sweat, soap and cologne laid on his collarbone. When Nishikiyama does pull out Mine's legs spread to let him. His eyes'd already squeezed shut before getting emptied out. ]
[ Nishikiyama makes a small sound, skin pulled taut between his teeth. The mingled flavor tastes nice and soothes him. Only after does he slowly unwind himself from where he'd been, pulling his cock out of Mine to reveal the mess he's made. The full length of the shaft is coated in milk-colored fluid. He sees even more of it still dripping from Mine's rear, but tries not to look there too long. It's embarrassing to do so nowโ he'd fucked him like some paranoid, brainless animal. What doesn't bother him, though, is seeing that Mine is still erect. At the very least, he wasn't the only one who found it hot. Nishikiyama rolls to the side of the other man on the mattress, a tired arm crossing himself with intent to jerk Mine off the rest of the way. ]
Sorry. You weren't done.
[ The Nishikiyama left in the aftermath of ecstasy now has a softer voice. Some of him is still afraid of what will happen. Of Mine getting bored, or seeing a shinier goal ahead. Still, there are no walls of Nishikiyama's left to break down in this moment. As he takes Mine's cock in his fist again, he wonders if he's shown too much weakness. It's so hard for him to know what Mine is thinking. He's so, so quiet all of the time. A man of few words is terrible for Nishikiyama's festered mind. Trust is so delicate. Nishikiyama doesn't think he has any left. He clears his throat anyway, his gaze low. ]
[ย Dimly, Mine wonders if Nishikiyama means to leave another mark. The slight graze of his teeth is more pleasant than lying bare. He doesn't want Nishikiyama to see him like that, and if Nishikiyama does, he doesn't want to know. Mine intends to obscure his expression behind the other's forearm, where he notices the smell of nicotine and ash from his fingers next to his face only in its absence, when he rolls to the opposite side. Mine pulls his arm reaching around out from under, his other hand slips off of Nishikiyama's shoulder and places on his own stomach. He purposely doesn't think about touching himself; Nishikiyama's 'sorry' makes him feel abashed.
Looking up at the ceiling is the interim to turning his head over. His bangs fall back into his face and the longest piece tugs on his eyelashes. Mine is surprised. Nishikiyama's face seems soft enough to match his tone. He worries about feeling good, or if he will, not yet reflecting on his hard-on-apparent for proof; what did it feel like for Nishikiyama. Mine's abs still flex when he grips him. ]
If that's what you want.
[ He's being sincere. Though, like Nishikiyama'd said, Mine thinks about him and realizes his response isn't a good fit. He knows he hoards silence in the dark brown eyes across from him. Like he's not said anything yet Mine gives a different answer, just as honest. ]
[ There'd been a moment, visible, where he had pondered the meaning behind the other's words. By themselves, they'd left room to second guess. What Nishikiyama wants to do now is what Mine wants him toโ thankfully, an answer more direct in nature is given. Far easier to follow and not to overthink. He obeys the suggestion with his cheek on a pillow, fingers stroking Mine from root to tip. The first time he'd come tonight had been quick; maybe it's best he take his ministrations more slowly. Mine's member is hot in his hand. Thick too, come to think of it. ]
โBig. [ He mumbles. It's off-topic. ] Body's not fair.
[ Nishikiyama keeps going, pumping diligently at the swollen length. After a curious moment, he watches Mine and wonders if he's enjoying what he's looking at after all. Is it enough? ]
[ That scoff of a laugh Nishikiyama heard when Mine'd only been tipsy. It's because he sort of remembers hearing the same complaint when they were both wasted. His dick is the one thing he'd never had to work for, even the rest of his bodyโchiseled muscles, trimmed and waxed hairโspell out Mine's need to look his best and put in any effort possible. Because he's vain, he presses the side with the cut on his cheek into another pillow. His eyes don't leave. He likes the slowness, breath hissing between his teeth, his lashes flutter to pull him out of the depth of his typical frown. That Mine usually shies away from such closeness is kind of inconsequential in light of them just having had sex.ย ]
I work out.
[ He tries to make his answer fit, drifting to his physique in general. In lieu of using his hands, Mine's gaze traces the curve of Nishikiyama's shoulder and how his movement translates there. It's attractive. How does he compliment another man's body? ]
[ It's perhaps the first time tonight Mine's put his hands on him as an initiator. Nishikiyama's shoulder doesn't dip or shy from the other man's touch, and his expression shifts readably while he considers Mine's attempted compliment. ]
It's different though.
[ They both have muscles, but Nishikiyama sees that the mass and cuts of them are different. ]
You're more like... robust. Like a horse or something.
[ This kind of conversation is nice though, he thinks. They're talking about nothing. Nishikiyama enjoys it. ]
My sister used to say I should go join Johnny's.
[ Maybe Mine will find that a funny thought. His eyes flutter lower to nudge and rouse at the rose-flushed glans, tapping at the slit there with the pad of his index finger. Some stickiness from Mine's precum crackles before he slips his hand back down the shaft, angling Mine's cock towards himself more. The thought of slipping it between his thighs flickers through, and Nishikiyama ever so slightly wheedles his legs in vague suggestion. ]
[ Despite the necessarily lingering tension, Nishikiyama's commentary relaxes the conversation. Most of their interactions have been weighty. Mine enjoys the warmth, both emotional and physical, and lets his hand slide down to touch Nishikiyama's chest. His elbow bends, he doesn't push distance between them. Mine's fingers splay, Nishikiyama is more flat but still toned. His eyes have strayed there, he notices when he needs to pull his gaze back up to look at Nishikiyama's face.
His sister may have had a bigger imagination than Nishikiyama's ambition, Mine thinks. That, and that his charisma would have served him as an idol. His looks too, he imagines easily. ]
Did you ever consider it?
[ He's probably asking more seriously about it than Nishikiyama meant for it to be. Mine feels kind of selfish about the prospect, though. They wouldn't have met. As Nishikiyama's legs subtly shift, Mine's hips budge towards him. ]
No, I'm yakuza and always will be. I've known it since '82.
[ He remembers the conversation back then with Kiryu; about Kazama and their dreams for the future. ]
It's sort of funny to imagine thoughโ some parallel world where I'm up there with SMAP.
[ Two hands take Mine's cock in them now, thumbing the scrotum and stroking generously over the hot lotion and length. His eyes move up through his lashes to look at Mine. ]
You took an oath, too. To the Nishikiyama Family.
[ With his chest pressed close enough against Mine's hand, his heartbeat can be felt. ]
[ First thought strays to how old he was in 1982, then to how old Nishikiyama would have beenโ regardless of the option of showbiz, they would've already set out on different paths. But it's not for long enough to turn their talk onto a path of sobriety too dry for the moment. Deliberately, Mine lets a smile tug on the corner of his mouth instead.
His eyelashes flutter, hiding from Nishikiyama's gaze out of faint reflex. His dick begins to build up more against the patriarch's palm. Mine can count beats per minute. It's natural to have wondered, but Nishikiyama reminds him of the distance that, particularly in this moment, sits unnaturally between them. ]
I knowโ [ He didn't make his decision back in '82 but; ] I don't regret it.
I'm not bad at dancing or singing actually, so yeah.
[ Nishikiyama is confident of this because he thinks he's better than Kiryu at both. There's some cheekiness to his statement, and a subtle smile brushes his own lips similarly. ]
Mh.
[ When Mine expresses his certainty, Nishikiyama's at a loss of what to reply. Nonetheless, it seems to have been the correct thing to say because he ushers Mine closer to himself, shifting on the sheets until he can wedge Mine between his thighs rather than continue pumping with his hands. As he moves to touch the side of Mine's neck, he can feel the other's arousal throbbing between his legs. An occasional twitch. ]
You can fuck them.
[ His fingertips touch the ends of Mine's hair. A coy inclination of his head on the pillow follows. ]
[ Over the past months Mine'd rarely found Nishikiyama's silence to be interpret as something good. This time, though, he isn't left with any unnecessary suspense. Dozens others have taken the same oath as him; none of them share this intimacy. His gaze flutters under lashes. Nishikiyama can feel Mine's pulse at his neck. ]
Nh...
[ As Nishikiyama shuffles Mine's hips tilt to lay on his side. His back entrance pinches at the excess of Nishikiyama's load, leaving behind a stain on the bed. Nishikiyama's thighs are warm and void Mine's discomfort.
Mine'd barely touched himโ Afraid to? Too busy getting fucked? His cheek brushes against Nishikiyama's fingertips with intent. Body language blares it in his face, but Nishikiyama's comment allows Mine slide his hand from the other man's chest all the way down to his ass. He pulls him closer, fingers denting the muscle, it's movement where Mine's dick thrusts into the tight space. ]
[ Nishikiyama's glutes are taut beneath Mine's grip and he catches his thrusts into his legs each time. Some wetness collects where Mine rubs himself to get off. Nishikiyama huffs a couple of times in the rougher motions, finding the raw nature of it all erotic. He'd just felt that way a while ago. Draping his arms over Mine's shoulders, he lets him fuck his thighs with a pleased look in his eyes. The fingers once at the ends of his hair brush his bangs back now instead. ]
Don't. It's fine.
[ Because Nishikiyama wants to see him ejaculate. Hips rock into him, and he leans forward to catch Mine's bottom lip in his teeth. ]
[ There'd been a moment, with Nishikiyama on top of him, where all of it'd seemed so uncanny. Mine's consciousness had teetered on the knowledge that Nishikiyama's new know-how must come from somewhere, but at the same time there was no slotted place for his own experience. Trying to heat still rises to his shoulders, neck and face, blooming in the rays of Nishikiyama's glance. He didn't hate it. Their intimacy, as Nishikiyama thrust into him, had no match. ]
Hah... I'mโ
[ Close. It's good. Now his motions are instinctual, something Mine can sort and put away by fucking into the permissive gap between Nishikiyama's legs. Mine feels himself fill out and his rhythm adjusts to his imminent climax. Nishikiyama holds him close and Mine's lips latch over the bite of his teeth. He pokes his tongue into the kiss, breathing hard.
This time, the intensity that fills Mine's eyes at his own movement, at Nishikiyama's body flush against his, tries to hide with his head pressed against the pillow. Nishikiyama can still see it, though, how Mine's brows pull tight and he breaks out of the kiss, mouth open. Again, cumming for the second time, there's less. Mine rides out his orgasm, sliding against Nishikiyama's skin easily with the lubrication; his thighs quiver, his hips stutter and eventually stop.
Drawn close together, Mine keeps his hand on Nishikiyama's ass, skin and muscle still taut under his fingertips. It doesn't meet the feeling of Nishikiyama inside of him, though. ]
[ The kiss is broken on a voiced exhale. He feels Mine tense and brace against him, and his own legs straighten. Less fluid than before splatters over the backs of Nishikiyama's thighs. Mine rides his high. It takes everything in Nishikiyama not to get turned on by it again in turn, his cock sort of wilted, but he somehow resists. He keeps Mine close when he holds still. The cum leaks down his legsโ he feels gravity pulling it. ]
All good?
[ It's a given that it had been, but Nishikiyama shifts. As Mine comes off his orgasm, Nishikiyama separates his legs from their tightly pressed pose to reveal the gummy mess of lube and spunk left between. He's satisfied with what's there. Mine's attraction to him is physically evident. Flattering. ]
[ Nishikiyama'd said he liked him headfirst and assertive, but just the bid to come here'd rendered Mine malleable in all honesty. Breaths fill his lungs deep, winding him down, soft and spent. The heel of his hand grazes the front of Nishikiyama's hip, easing his solid grip off his ass, where there's hardly any muscle or fat draped over the bone.
Mine nods as he might, head shuffling there as he lays. The mess he'd added to and where he glances down at is indeed his proof. He finds satisfaction in Nishikiyama's eyes, and affection. It's hard to think of him as the Nishikiyama Family's patriarch at that moment. As the adrenaline drains, Mine turns his shoulders slightly. His gaze remains on the other man, first the tight furrows of his brow release somewhat, then quickly return. ]
โI've never felt like this before.
[ Mine has difficulty spelling it out further, the physical as well as the emotional part. What now? The same question from last time'd just been answered. ]
[ Nishikiyama is unsure of what to do with his hands; of whether the moment has passed, or if he should keep them there in his hair. Fingers curl together, and his eyes go somewhere else when Mine speaks. There's so much weight to the statement. It leaves a lot for Nishikiyama to trust. But his oathโ right, his oath. As long as Mine is in the yakuza, Mine belongs to him. Nishikiyama is still reluctant to answer or acknowledge that the words make him feel anything in turn. He tries not to think about them too much. Vaguely, he stays wound together with Mine instead. Toying lightly with his bangs. The air of the love hotel smells like sex and cigarette smoke. ]
Like what?
[ His eyes meet Mine's again. He's afraid of what he might say to himโ not of Mine not meaning his own words, but instead of himself. He'd abandoned someone he'd sworn an oath to before. Multiple people now.
Had he actually wanted to? He doesn't know. Nishikiyama holds onto Mine's shoulder without saying anything else. ]
[ Nishikiyama's question doesn't betray his own feelings. It's something Mine'd hoped for. Fingers keep passing in front of his face as shadows, tugging on his hairline gently. His gaze strays there subconsciously, parting from Nishikiyama's eyes with ambivalence. Unaware of Nishikiyama's current reservations, they still share the same airโ an absence of faith in the relationships around them.
Mine hadn't said what he said without putting thought behind it, though. Sex had served a necessity in his life, but there'd been no desire of intimacy anymore beyond, between him and a woman. This is different. Here's a bond Mine'd looked for, but it's a connection wholly unlike what he'd envisioned to find in the yakuza. It's obvious in what way, right? Need he put it into words after all, he will. ]
Like I'm at the point of surrendering myself to you.
[ Mine's expression hardly changes, set and almost stern. His chest feels light, his shoulders heavy when he says so. ]
[ Surrender is a powerful word. It moves the feelings in Nishikiyama's chest without surfacing any of the lurking darkness. The word surrender confirms that Mine is his to have. That Mine still wants him. A pledge of loyalty, Mine can surrender to Nishikiyama without Nishikiyama needing to surrender or feel some kind of way back. All without the promise that it's equal. Tracing the shape of his collarbone, Nishikiyama settles into accepting that sentiment. Into being at peace with it. He doesn't take it lightly and doesn't see Mine as any less captivating. ]
I want you.
[ He'd said it in the car the first time they'd tried anything, and he says it now. What's more, he's able to continue: ]
All of you, every part. Nothing's enough for me anymore otherwise.
[ His tongue feels numb after saying it. Nishikiyama hadn't ever expected he might find the words to explain, but he's found Mine to be capable of understanding and reading through the lines. His eyes burn. ]
I doubt you have anything left to lose. You're in bed with yakuza.
[ Just as Mine had seen Nishikiyama differentlyโ perhaps as someone beyond his titleโ he envelopes himself back in the identity out of habit. No one left present or living sees him as anything else. Nishikiyama doesn't see what Mine sees. Blind to what parts of him aren't patriarch, his fingers slip to touch the cut on Mine's cheek. ]
...This is the bottom of society, Mine. You're in hell with me.
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Date: 2024-02-11 03:47 pm (UTC)Tell me if it feels bad.
[ Without waiting too much longer, Nishikiyama coats his own cock with lubricant and angles it only a little above the three digits that'd kneaded Mine somewhere weak. His index and middle fingers spread Mine's ass apart to take just the tip. They'd wanted to do this for weeks now. Nishikiyama feels alight from the wet and pleasant squeeze. Handsome throat bobbing once with a swallow, he eases himself further into Mine, bracing himself down over the other man with a groan. He kisses him once more in case it hurtsโ truthfully, he doesn't know this much. He's only had women and normalized a little pain for their virginity. Mine Yoshitaka is his first man. ]
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Date: 2024-02-12 12:16 am (UTC)There's no time to reflect on the lack of fingers in his ass, tension is already unbearable when Mine feels Nishikiyama's dick line up against him. Mine feels hot and cold in parallel surge down his back. Does he push? Does he pull? It doesn't matter how his muscles work themselves; the head of Nishikiyama's cock slips inside.
Mine groans, mouth open to show just a bit of his teeth top and bottom. Thereโs plenty of lube, but nothing will or can mitigate the girth. Even past the flare of Nishikiyama's glans, Mine's rim stretches around his shaft, more than all three digits spaced together. Mine'd also accepted another person's discomfort for sex. He watches Nishikiyama swallow. He looks up at a man who, even with his long locks, looks not like anyone Mine's known in intimacy. He places a noise in the kiss that admits his strain with the weight bearing against his hole to sink Nishikiyama further in. Mine's grip on his shoulder won't let up. He doesn't know what he wants, though. Nishikiyama Akira is also his first. ]
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Date: 2024-02-12 04:25 am (UTC)His tongue sweeps the roof of Mine's mouth with a small moan. Both hands, there to ground him, move along the chiseled muscles of Mine's torso. One goes higher and the other goes to fondle his cock. Nishikiyama sighs through his nose while fighting selfish impatience in a way that should remind Mine he's wanted. ]
You feel good.
[ A thumb brushes over a nipple and slick fingers trace the outline of Mine's earlier wilted length. His hips tilt to accommodate his actions, otherwise still, but his cock is pushed flush against Mine's front wall, the head of it close to the spot he'd found with his hand before. A shudder runs through him. He finds that Mine's eyes look different when he pulls his head up. ]
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Date: 2024-02-12 08:32 am (UTC)Despite not saying anything, he doesn't think he can take movement. Despite that, his sharp eyes are glazed over in ecstasy. His dick'd raised with the relentless stimulation of Nishikiyama entering him, now half-hard with a physiological reaction Mine hadn't known. He's made smooth and, although Nishikiyama gives him time, achingly wide at the rim. But Nishikiyama's head pins the cluster of nerves against his wall in such a way as that fingers wouldn't. Wider and without any room between his middle and index for it to budge from the stimulus.
His back arches, like Mine can hope to get away. His other hand, just reaching at Nishikiyama's back over the side of his ribs, has been there in hopes of keeping him in a kiss, with small puffs of arousal hitting the back of his throat. Mine's elbow locks, keeping the pads of his fingers press into thin muscle over bone. ]
Haah... Mโmove. [ He doesn't want him there, embarrassed to harden in Nishikiyama's grasp when the pleasure comes from elsewhere. ]
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Date: 2024-02-12 09:14 am (UTC)Nhh, it's good...
[ Better than anyone he's had, not that he'd know why. As Mine's body reacts to him below, Nishikiyama understands where he's supposed to aim. He's too clumsy and heady at the moment to focus on anything else, so he gives up on the rest and instead cages his arms over the tops of Mine's shoulders. He feels the other man's grasp still pulling him at the ribs. His breath shakes out, but he kisses Mine again when he starts to fuck him and build a rhythmโ in and out, in and out. There it is, the sex. Feeling amazing and like nothing he could've ever anticipated. ]
Goodโ...
[ As Mine's muscles give out beneath him, Nishikiyama feels himself starting to come undone on top. His thoughts are almost more beast than human, but he tries hanging onto himself; remembering how and why they got here. ]
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Date: 2024-02-12 11:52 am (UTC)They share the frail attempt at retracing steps to right now; Mine can't pin his decision anywhere, either. His body feels heavy, catching up to is his exertion in the ring and the few jabs that landed. The simple rhythm opens him up. Nishikiyama hits him in a pleasurable spot here and there and Mine's nails dig into his back for feedback. Instead of straining against his cock at the entrance, Mine's insides tense and slacken around the length, walls spasming in irregular response.
Next to the warmth building in the base mechanics of being fucked, Nishikiyama's affirmations turn the tips of his ears red. Mine's kisses are loose, feeling more vulnerable when he parts his lips. ]
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Date: 2024-02-12 12:36 pm (UTC)The slapping of their damp skin goes numb in Nishikiyama's ears, simply a white noise layered behind lust. He'd known he wouldn't last long given how he'd waited prior, and he burrows his face somewhere beside Mine's when he's close to climax. For fear of being seen. He's no match to how good it feels to have Mine around him. His movements choke and lock when he's at his edge. Fleeting is the thought of pulling out; the thought of sparing some woman the worry of even potential pregnancy. He hadn't worn a condom either. It's fine, isn't it? How strange to break the habit, how he doesn't have to worry.
Eyelids flash white when Nishikiyama comes. He melts on top with a moan. Both biceps cinch to support himself, and he shoots semen deep into Mine's ass, the evidence of it trapped and plugged there by his own girth. He can't move with his nerves fried like this. The storm of desire that'd come over him seems to buffer, and he catches his breath in the dip of Mine's shoulder. He smells traces of soap and sweat there. Maybe the faint residue of cologne that'd heralded a price tag Nishikiyama could never afford.
Mine had wanted this. Wanted him. Not wanting it to stop, Nishikiyama turns his head to nip the side of his neck. Sucking on it is the only way he can think to ask Mine to keep wanting him after. ]
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Date: 2024-02-12 03:20 pm (UTC)Deep inside he feels Nishikiyama's tip harden, pulsating and angled so that it makes soft muscle feel swollen against it. His ears buzz and whistle even as Nishikiyama stops moving with his face buried by his shoulder. With strange rationality Mine thinks to ask why, but realizes sooner than the moment passes. How Nishikiyama'd looked at him earlier would show Mine judgment he doesn't want to receive, when the other man releases inside of him. Forgetting that his eyes are already sunk into the sheets, Mine rolls his head the opposite way, like he simply turns from getting splashed by a car driving too fast through a nearby puddle.
The orgasm spilling inside of him brings neither coldness not warmth. Plugged up, all Mine really feels is the previously foreboding pressure of Nishikiyama's cock disperse against his walls. And the rumor of a question. Why does he stay? It's the thought that settles when Mine's cock does not, still squeezed to thick stiffness against his stomach, and he numbs to Nishikiyama in him. Philosophical reason for asking that will only come to him later; the admonishment for Mine leaving early morning sits deep, though.
Mine doesn't turn his head back when Nishikiyama's nose digs into his neck, or when his breath mixes with the faint scent of sweat, soap and cologne laid on his collarbone. When Nishikiyama does pull out Mine's legs spread to let him. His eyes'd already squeezed shut before getting emptied out. ]
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Date: 2024-02-12 03:52 pm (UTC)Sorry. You weren't done.
[ The Nishikiyama left in the aftermath of ecstasy now has a softer voice. Some of him is still afraid of what will happen. Of Mine getting bored, or seeing a shinier goal ahead. Still, there are no walls of Nishikiyama's left to break down in this moment. As he takes Mine's cock in his fist again, he wonders if he's shown too much weakness. It's so hard for him to know what Mine is thinking. He's so, so quiet all of the time. A man of few words is terrible for Nishikiyama's festered mind. Trust is so delicate. Nishikiyama doesn't think he has any left. He clears his throat anyway, his gaze low. ]
You want me to use my mouth again?
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Date: 2024-02-12 10:34 pm (UTC)Looking up at the ceiling is the interim to turning his head over. His bangs fall back into his face and the longest piece tugs on his eyelashes. Mine is surprised. Nishikiyama's face seems soft enough to match his tone. He worries about feeling good, or if he will, not yet reflecting on his hard-on-apparent for proof; what did it feel like for Nishikiyama. Mine's abs still flex when he grips him. ]
If that's what you want.
[ He's being sincere. Though, like Nishikiyama'd said, Mine thinks about him and realizes his response isn't a good fit. He knows he hoards silence in the dark brown eyes across from him. Like he's not said anything yet Mine gives a different answer, just as honest. ]
Just your hand. I want to look at you.
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Date: 2024-02-13 01:46 pm (UTC)โBig. [ He mumbles. It's off-topic. ] Body's not fair.
[ Nishikiyama keeps going, pumping diligently at the swollen length. After a curious moment, he watches Mine and wonders if he's enjoying what he's looking at after all. Is it enough? ]
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Date: 2024-02-14 12:21 am (UTC)[ That scoff of a laugh Nishikiyama heard when Mine'd only been tipsy. It's because he sort of remembers hearing the same complaint when they were both wasted. His dick is the one thing he'd never had to work for, even the rest of his bodyโchiseled muscles, trimmed and waxed hairโspell out Mine's need to look his best and put in any effort possible. Because he's vain, he presses the side with the cut on his cheek into another pillow. His eyes don't leave. He likes the slowness, breath hissing between his teeth, his lashes flutter to pull him out of the depth of his typical frown. That Mine usually shies away from such closeness is kind of inconsequential in light of them just having had sex.ย ]
I work out.
[ He tries to make his answer fit, drifting to his physique in general. In lieu of using his hands, Mine's gaze traces the curve of Nishikiyama's shoulder and how his movement translates there. It's attractive. How does he compliment another man's body? ]
You do, too.
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Date: 2024-02-14 07:19 am (UTC)It's different though.
[ They both have muscles, but Nishikiyama sees that the mass and cuts of them are different. ]
You're more like... robust. Like a horse or something.
[ This kind of conversation is nice though, he thinks. They're talking about nothing. Nishikiyama enjoys it. ]
My sister used to say I should go join Johnny's.
[ Maybe Mine will find that a funny thought. His eyes flutter lower to nudge and rouse at the rose-flushed glans, tapping at the slit there with the pad of his index finger. Some stickiness from Mine's precum crackles before he slips his hand back down the shaft, angling Mine's cock towards himself more. The thought of slipping it between his thighs flickers through, and Nishikiyama ever so slightly wheedles his legs in vague suggestion. ]
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Date: 2024-02-14 03:20 pm (UTC)[ Despite the necessarily lingering tension, Nishikiyama's commentary relaxes the conversation. Most of their interactions have been weighty. Mine enjoys the warmth, both emotional and physical, and lets his hand slide down to touch Nishikiyama's chest. His elbow bends, he doesn't push distance between them. Mine's fingers splay, Nishikiyama is more flat but still toned. His eyes have strayed there, he notices when he needs to pull his gaze back up to look at Nishikiyama's face.
His sister may have had a bigger imagination than Nishikiyama's ambition, Mine thinks. That, and that his charisma would have served him as an idol. His looks too, he imagines easily. ]
Did you ever consider it?
[ He's probably asking more seriously about it than Nishikiyama meant for it to be. Mine feels kind of selfish about the prospect, though. They wouldn't have met. As Nishikiyama's legs subtly shift, Mine's hips budge towards him. ]
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Date: 2024-02-14 03:43 pm (UTC)[ He remembers the conversation back then with Kiryu; about Kazama and their dreams for the future. ]
It's sort of funny to imagine thoughโ some parallel world where I'm up there with SMAP.
[ Two hands take Mine's cock in them now, thumbing the scrotum and stroking generously over the hot lotion and length. His eyes move up through his lashes to look at Mine. ]
You took an oath, too. To the Nishikiyama Family.
[ With his chest pressed close enough against Mine's hand, his heartbeat can be felt. ]
Me.
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Date: 2024-02-15 12:28 am (UTC)[ First thought strays to how old he was in 1982, then to how old Nishikiyama would have beenโ regardless of the option of showbiz, they would've already set out on different paths. But it's not for long enough to turn their talk onto a path of sobriety too dry for the moment. Deliberately, Mine lets a smile tug on the corner of his mouth instead.
His eyelashes flutter, hiding from Nishikiyama's gaze out of faint reflex. His dick begins to build up more against the patriarch's palm. Mine can count beats per minute. It's natural to have wondered, but Nishikiyama reminds him of the distance that, particularly in this moment, sits unnaturally between them. ]
I knowโ [ He didn't make his decision back in '82 but; ] I don't regret it.
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Date: 2024-02-15 03:10 pm (UTC)[ Nishikiyama is confident of this because he thinks he's better than Kiryu at both. There's some cheekiness to his statement, and a subtle smile brushes his own lips similarly. ]
Mh.
[ When Mine expresses his certainty, Nishikiyama's at a loss of what to reply. Nonetheless, it seems to have been the correct thing to say because he ushers Mine closer to himself, shifting on the sheets until he can wedge Mine between his thighs rather than continue pumping with his hands. As he moves to touch the side of Mine's neck, he can feel the other's arousal throbbing between his legs. An occasional twitch. ]
You can fuck them.
[ His fingertips touch the ends of Mine's hair. A coy inclination of his head on the pillow follows. ]
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Date: 2024-02-15 05:41 pm (UTC)Nh...
[ As Nishikiyama shuffles Mine's hips tilt to lay on his side. His back entrance pinches at the excess of Nishikiyama's load, leaving behind a stain on the bed. Nishikiyama's thighs are warm and void Mine's discomfort.
Mine'd barely touched himโ Afraid to? Too busy getting fucked? His cheek brushes against Nishikiyama's fingertips with intent. Body language blares it in his face, but Nishikiyama's comment allows Mine slide his hand from the other man's chest all the way down to his ass. He pulls him closer, fingers denting the muscle, it's movement where Mine's dick thrusts into the tight space. ]
I can't hold out too longโ like thisโ...
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Date: 2024-02-16 02:26 pm (UTC)Don't. It's fine.
[ Because Nishikiyama wants to see him ejaculate. Hips rock into him, and he leans forward to catch Mine's bottom lip in his teeth. ]
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Date: 2024-02-16 03:43 pm (UTC)Hah... I'mโ
[ Close. It's good. Now his motions are instinctual, something Mine can sort and put away by fucking into the permissive gap between Nishikiyama's legs. Mine feels himself fill out and his rhythm adjusts to his imminent climax. Nishikiyama holds him close and Mine's lips latch over the bite of his teeth. He pokes his tongue into the kiss, breathing hard.
This time, the intensity that fills Mine's eyes at his own movement, at Nishikiyama's body flush against his, tries to hide with his head pressed against the pillow. Nishikiyama can still see it, though, how Mine's brows pull tight and he breaks out of the kiss, mouth open. Again, cumming for the second time, there's less. Mine rides out his orgasm, sliding against Nishikiyama's skin easily with the lubrication; his thighs quiver, his hips stutter and eventually stop.
Drawn close together, Mine keeps his hand on Nishikiyama's ass, skin and muscle still taut under his fingertips. It doesn't meet the feeling of Nishikiyama inside of him, though. ]
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Date: 2024-02-16 04:08 pm (UTC)All good?
[ It's a given that it had been, but Nishikiyama shifts. As Mine comes off his orgasm, Nishikiyama separates his legs from their tightly pressed pose to reveal the gummy mess of lube and spunk left between. He's satisfied with what's there. Mine's attraction to him is physically evident. Flattering. ]
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Date: 2024-02-17 08:30 am (UTC)Mine nods as he might, head shuffling there as he lays. The mess he'd added to and where he glances down at is indeed his proof. He finds satisfaction in Nishikiyama's eyes, and affection. It's hard to think of him as the Nishikiyama Family's patriarch at that moment. As the adrenaline drains, Mine turns his shoulders slightly. His gaze remains on the other man, first the tight furrows of his brow release somewhat, then quickly return. ]
โI've never felt like this before.
[ Mine has difficulty spelling it out further, the physical as well as the emotional part. What now? The same question from last time'd just been answered. ]
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Date: 2024-02-17 10:08 am (UTC)Like what?
[ His eyes meet Mine's again. He's afraid of what he might say to himโ not of Mine not meaning his own words, but instead of himself. He'd abandoned someone he'd sworn an oath to before. Multiple people now.
Had he actually wanted to? He doesn't know. Nishikiyama holds onto Mine's shoulder without saying anything else. ]
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Date: 2024-02-17 12:35 pm (UTC)Mine hadn't said what he said without putting thought behind it, though. Sex had served a necessity in his life, but there'd been no desire of intimacy anymore beyond, between him and a woman. This is different. Here's a bond Mine'd looked for, but it's a connection wholly unlike what he'd envisioned to find in the yakuza. It's obvious in what way, right? Need he put it into words after all, he will. ]
Like I'm at the point of surrendering myself to you.
[ Mine's expression hardly changes, set and almost stern. His chest feels light, his shoulders heavy when he says so. ]
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Date: 2024-02-17 01:33 pm (UTC)I want you.
[ He'd said it in the car the first time they'd tried anything, and he says it now. What's more, he's able to continue: ]
All of you, every part. Nothing's enough for me anymore otherwise.
[ His tongue feels numb after saying it. Nishikiyama hadn't ever expected he might find the words to explain, but he's found Mine to be capable of understanding and reading through the lines. His eyes burn. ]
I doubt you have anything left to lose. You're in bed with yakuza.
[ Just as Mine had seen Nishikiyama differentlyโ perhaps as someone beyond his titleโ he envelopes himself back in the identity out of habit. No one left present or living sees him as anything else. Nishikiyama doesn't see what Mine sees. Blind to what parts of him aren't patriarch, his fingers slip to touch the cut on Mine's cheek. ]
...This is the bottom of society, Mine. You're in hell with me.
[ And yet, he finds brief glimpses of heaven. ]
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