[ Nishitani leans into Majima's hands and his kiss, the sweetness of cigarette smoke between them as he sinks down, pressing their groins together, letting his weight press against Majima's hips. Nishitani likes seeing Majima here, likes the feel of Majima under him. They're safe like this, contained, and it's them, once more, partners and lovers and brothers, all at once. ]
[ Nishitani leans his weight on one of his forearms, using the other to skirt his fingers down Majima's body, once more staying away from his neck and jaw, knowing he hasn't gotten permission, not yet, to touch those sensitive areas. Instead he presses against Majima's chest, his tits, gropes the hard muscle there. ] Fucking beautiful. [ He'll say it once, he'll say it a thousand times. Majima is stunning in his ferocity, his talent, his aura. All these things combine-- into beauty, into a preciousness that Nishitani wants to see grow. ]
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[ Nishitani leans his weight on one of his forearms, using the other to skirt his fingers down Majima's body, once more staying away from his neck and jaw, knowing he hasn't gotten permission, not yet, to touch those sensitive areas. Instead he presses against Majima's chest, his tits, gropes the hard muscle there. ] Fucking beautiful. [ He'll say it once, he'll say it a thousand times. Majima is stunning in his ferocity, his talent, his aura. All these things combine-- into beauty, into a preciousness that Nishitani wants to see grow. ]