( there's a confidence in those movements he can see, now, one that isn't inspired by an extra set of ears on his head. there's no funbling, but a practiced smoothness, each incremental step a carefully measured and deliberately piece. it's funny, normally— kirma wouldn't recognize that sort of thing in someone else. he goes through life with an intentional set of blinders on, even in a moment of intimacy. unless... it's esi, it seems. in this moment, it's true: all of his attention is firmly on the person before him.
reluctantly, he admits it's a bit charming. part of it comes from the fact that said confidence may be a bit overstated— it makes the corners of his mouth twitch, a passing ghost of a smile, but otherwise he keeps the thought to himself. with his hold on esi, kirma pulls him in closer, pressing the underside of his cock against esi's face— or maybe it's the other way around— it doesn't matter. one hand makes its way to the nape of esi's neck, taking up a fistful of hair; a firm hold, but not a tight one. one that promises he'll take matters into his own hands, if esi takes too long. )
Still not convinced.
( the dry beats of his voice almost make the sentence sound genuine. the forward ears and the growing hunger in his eyes tell a different story, all of his focus clearly on the man before him. the jet of hot water pounding against his back in a steady stream is downright tolerable, as long as this is what's happening. )
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reluctantly, he admits it's a bit charming. part of it comes from the fact that said confidence may be a bit overstated— it makes the corners of his mouth twitch, a passing ghost of a smile, but otherwise he keeps the thought to himself. with his hold on esi, kirma pulls him in closer, pressing the underside of his cock against esi's face— or maybe it's the other way around— it doesn't matter. one hand makes its way to the nape of esi's neck, taking up a fistful of hair; a firm hold, but not a tight one. one that promises he'll take matters into his own hands, if esi takes too long. )
Still not convinced.
( the dry beats of his voice almost make the sentence sound genuine. the forward ears and the growing hunger in his eyes tell a different story, all of his focus clearly on the man before him. the jet of hot water pounding against his back in a steady stream is downright tolerable, as long as this is what's happening. )