( Just when his excitement is at its highest point, Kirma lets go, gives up. It's disappointing, and Esikko can't help the sigh that comes with it. Things are different now, though. He's not about to let this moment go to waste.

His own hand snatches back at the one that released it, fingers interlacing with such ease that it's like one fluid motion. He leans closer, body pressing into Kirma's just barely short of pushing him onto the bed. )

You're feeling neglected.

( His free hand settles on Kirma's shoulder and pushes down, now, to get him to sit on that bed. And just as quickly, he presses a knee onto the bed to his side in order to straddle him, bringing their held hands to his lips for a kiss. )

If you need attention so badly, you could ask, you know. Insulting my character isn't very nice.