[Nishi shivers, his nails digging into the grouted seams of the shower tiles for purchase. How long had it been since anyone touched him like this? He can't remember—his days consumed with busywork, real work, the endless demands of Sayla and Ray. No time, no privacy, no reprieve. It makes this feel... almost novel. A first, even if some part of him knows it isn't.
His breaths spill like shivering ghosts against Lovecraft's lips, ceding to the kiss while the pull of those hands steadily unravels him.]
...You already have.
[Vague, but enough to let Lovecraft know he's doing well. Nishi seals the sentiment with another kiss, softer, firmer— reassurance in return.]
Though... you'll have to forgive me if I can't endure your touch for long. It's been a very long time.
[A kiss in return. He returns it with payment, a quickening of his pace down below. His wrist cracks a little as he flicks it, the water running between the both of them like a meager little waterfall.]
I hardly believe. It's been a long time...for you.
[Because of his confidence...or maybe, was that frightened unsure man from before not an act? He doesn't know.]
[He hums as he kisses him again - hardly sweet, but fascinating all the same.]
But. Regardless. This is yet another offering to me.
[Nishi feels a little offended— ah... but these days, he guesses it's kind of a compliment when someone judges you by the number of people you've bedded. Times like these make for strange measures, after all.
Still, his body betrays him: he presses his fist to his lips the moment their kiss breaks, wary of how his voice might echo in the bathroom. Embarrassed? Out of practice? Probably a bit of both.]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
insistence) wrote2025-08-18 04:41 pm
no subject
His breaths spill like shivering ghosts against Lovecraft's lips, ceding to the kiss while the pull of those hands steadily unravels him.]
...You already have.
[Vague, but enough to let Lovecraft know he's doing well. Nishi seals the sentiment with another kiss, softer, firmer— reassurance in return.]
Though... you'll have to forgive me if I can't endure your touch for long. It's been a very long time.
no subject
[A kiss in return. He returns it with payment, a quickening of his pace down below. His wrist cracks a little as he flicks it, the water running between the both of them like a meager little waterfall.]
I hardly believe. It's been a long time...for you.
[Because of his confidence...or maybe, was that frightened unsure man from before not an act? He doesn't know.]
[He hums as he kisses him again - hardly sweet, but fascinating all the same.]
But. Regardless. This is yet another offering to me.
no subject
Still, his body betrays him: he presses his fist to his lips the moment their kiss breaks, wary of how his voice might echo in the bathroom. Embarrassed? Out of practice? Probably a bit of both.]
...You make it sound like I'm giving you a gift.
[The gift of nut.]