( He's not sure what he expected from this. Honestly? Something dirtier, a sort of disgusting he'd end up being unable to stomach and having to back out of. But thankfully, there's no such worry, and any tiny nitpicks are washed away by the hot water and the earlier, brief scrubbing of soap.
Now, he's into this more than he thought he'd be, and Kirma's reactions really seal that for him. It feels powerful, to make him so impatient. The touch of a palm against his head is a little lacking, but that rocking of hips is more like it— and he'd seen it earlier, in the way he'd been forced around him even as slow as it was. It could happen again, he thinks, and the idea of that makes his heart race further, makes him groan around Kirma's arousal and curl his tongue, sucking.
This time, the slight deepening from the rocking of hips is something he manages to handle, though there's the brief tension in his mouth from struggling with it. Still, as he shifts his pale eyes upwards to check on Kirma's expression, Esikko feels like he wants more of a pull at his hair. More to make him lose his breath.
And so he teases, inching down a little further, the automatic half attempt at a swallow tensing muscles around Kirma's cock. His hand slips away, now, to leave more room for his mouth, and braces instead against Kirma's thigh like the other, wrapped around from the back and gripping nails into skin. )
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Now, he's into this more than he thought he'd be, and Kirma's reactions really seal that for him. It feels powerful, to make him so impatient. The touch of a palm against his head is a little lacking, but that rocking of hips is more like it— and he'd seen it earlier, in the way he'd been forced around him even as slow as it was. It could happen again, he thinks, and the idea of that makes his heart race further, makes him groan around Kirma's arousal and curl his tongue, sucking.
This time, the slight deepening from the rocking of hips is something he manages to handle, though there's the brief tension in his mouth from struggling with it. Still, as he shifts his pale eyes upwards to check on Kirma's expression, Esikko feels like he wants more of a pull at his hair. More to make him lose his breath.
And so he teases, inching down a little further, the automatic half attempt at a swallow tensing muscles around Kirma's cock. His hand slips away, now, to leave more room for his mouth, and braces instead against Kirma's thigh like the other, wrapped around from the back and gripping nails into skin. )