( perhaps their ultimate problem is that they understand each other, on some visceral level beyond words. and when their eyes meet— kirma inhales sharply, his hand immediately clenching at the back of esi’s head and dragging him forward. even if half the teasing and mounting impatience had purely been from a lack of experience, it’s done its job. no longer does he hold back; he ruts into esi’s mouth with abandon, trying to shove as much of himself down his throat as possible. for once, the knot is only a detriment. it doesn’t stop him from trying, clawing at esi’s hair and shoulders as if there’s any distance left to close between them.
like this, it doesn’t take much longer for kirma to come— there’s little warning, only a shuddering of breath and a soft moan, and he yanks back on esi’s hair in order to come directly on his face. it’s a good look for him, he thinks— and one that won’t last one, given their current location. surely he can’t be too mad about that one. the intensity of his gaze hasn’t faded with his orgasm. he stares down at esi as if to burn every last detail of this sight into memory, deeply enough that he won’t lose it the next time they start over.
a pause, and then, he blinks; the moment passes. now, kirma leans down to try and help esi to his feet. the tiles can’t be great for your knees, right… )
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like this, it doesn’t take much longer for kirma to come— there’s little warning, only a shuddering of breath and a soft moan, and he yanks back on esi’s hair in order to come directly on his face. it’s a good look for him, he thinks— and one that won’t last one, given their current location. surely he can’t be too mad about that one. the intensity of his gaze hasn’t faded with his orgasm. he stares down at esi as if to burn every last detail of this sight into memory, deeply enough that he won’t lose it the next time they start over.
a pause, and then, he blinks; the moment passes. now, kirma leans down to try and help esi to his feet. the tiles can’t be great for your knees, right… )