( As soon as Esikko can properly pull back, he coughs and sputters for a bit, his hands slipping away from Kirma to touch near his own throat. It takes him a few seconds to catch his breath. That had been...
Thrilling. In some way that he's not fully aware of. And at the same time, he'd noticed that slight pause in allowing him to back up, and somehow that was even moreso. Why? He hadn't even heard that mumbled comment. The thoughts spawn some irritation in the back of his mind, but when he can't decide who to point it at (himself or Kirma), he breathes out a laugh, more air than sound. )
I'm fine. I'm not used to this, you know?
( A little defensive, and determined not to be laughed at, Esikko is already reaching back for Kirma's arousal. He lifts his eyes to look at the other man as his fingers wrap around the base, and he speaks when his lips are just touching the tip. )
I never expected you to be the impatient type.
( The way he says it is pleased, like it's his own appearance or actions causing that rise in Kirma. It's what he wants to hope, anyway, as his tongue drags out over the tip, his eyes dipping back down. He thinks, briefly, that he wants to say something else, but in the end he ends up too undecided between warning him against rushing him, or encouraging it.
So in the end, he simply parts his lips and takes his erection back into his mouth, this time attempting to slowly allow him further in himself. )
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Thrilling. In some way that he's not fully aware of. And at the same time, he'd noticed that slight pause in allowing him to back up, and somehow that was even moreso. Why? He hadn't even heard that mumbled comment. The thoughts spawn some irritation in the back of his mind, but when he can't decide who to point it at (himself or Kirma), he breathes out a laugh, more air than sound. )
I'm fine. I'm not used to this, you know?
( A little defensive, and determined not to be laughed at, Esikko is already reaching back for Kirma's arousal. He lifts his eyes to look at the other man as his fingers wrap around the base, and he speaks when his lips are just touching the tip. )
I never expected you to be the impatient type.
( The way he says it is pleased, like it's his own appearance or actions causing that rise in Kirma. It's what he wants to hope, anyway, as his tongue drags out over the tip, his eyes dipping back down. He thinks, briefly, that he wants to say something else, but in the end he ends up too undecided between warning him against rushing him, or encouraging it.
So in the end, he simply parts his lips and takes his erection back into his mouth, this time attempting to slowly allow him further in himself. )