( Too bad, he says, after that. Esikko exhales hotly, catching the wrist of that lube-messy hand after it smears. His other hand dips between them so that he can stroke himself, line himself up and press teasingly against his entrance. This motion is accompanied by the slow drag of his tongue from Dabi's chin to the corner of his mouth, words muttered against him. )
Enjoy yourself without wasting that.
( Esikko isn't forceful when he finally presses himself into Dabi, but he's hardly gentle, either. In the end, his movements are selfish, chasing his own pleasure even if it means rocking his hips in a little too soon, and holding himself there, pressed in as far as he can go, for a little too long. It's in that moment that he slips his fingers up from Dabi's wrists, lacing them together with the other man's in a pin against the bed. He doesn't care for this mess or any other when they're like this. He only wants to feel good.
As for why holding hands is apparently part of this, he can't answer— but he's not stopping to analyze it anyway. Instead, he pulls back and then rocks forward again, falling into a steady rhythm, his mouth constantly seeking out Dabi's to bury his soft groans, fingers squeezing tight. )
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Enjoy yourself without wasting that.
( Esikko isn't forceful when he finally presses himself into Dabi, but he's hardly gentle, either. In the end, his movements are selfish, chasing his own pleasure even if it means rocking his hips in a little too soon, and holding himself there, pressed in as far as he can go, for a little too long. It's in that moment that he slips his fingers up from Dabi's wrists, lacing them together with the other man's in a pin against the bed. He doesn't care for this mess or any other when they're like this. He only wants to feel good.
As for why holding hands is apparently part of this, he can't answer— but he's not stopping to analyze it anyway. Instead, he pulls back and then rocks forward again, falling into a steady rhythm, his mouth constantly seeking out Dabi's to bury his soft groans, fingers squeezing tight. )