( really— he isn't. not usually. but things haven't been the same between them since the, ah, hand incident, for better or for worse. tonight, kirma thinks it to be the former, even if it does also make the scar on his left arm itch. emboldened by the return to where they had been, he runs his fingers through esi's hair, again, though carefully keeping himself from grabbing hold again. in this way, it's more like encouragement; a gentle touch, a tactile gratitude.
it does make him wish they weren't in the shower. the water is loud, drowning out the subtle sounds of mouth and tongue that he'd normally be able to hear. well— perhaps there will be other times. they seem to have had enough company with each other in the past for that possibility, at least. and—
esi's tongue rolls in a way that completely snaps kirma out of his musings, drawing an audible noise of appreciation from his throat. his palm flattens against the back of esi's head, as if to shove him down; the force never comes, though it isn't for a lack of desire. he's being good— esi isn't used to this— but his hips rock forward the tiniest inch, still wanting to test his limits. he doesn't know why it's so hard to hold back, today of all days, but there's a growing tension in his chest that feels liable to snap. )
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it does make him wish they weren't in the shower. the water is loud, drowning out the subtle sounds of mouth and tongue that he'd normally be able to hear. well— perhaps there will be other times. they seem to have had enough company with each other in the past for that possibility, at least. and—
esi's tongue rolls in a way that completely snaps kirma out of his musings, drawing an audible noise of appreciation from his throat. his palm flattens against the back of esi's head, as if to shove him down; the force never comes, though it isn't for a lack of desire. he's being good— esi isn't used to this— but his hips rock forward the tiniest inch, still wanting to test his limits. he doesn't know why it's so hard to hold back, today of all days, but there's a growing tension in his chest that feels liable to snap. )