( and between every layer, kirma is pawing, pulling. his shirt comes off easily somewhere in the middle of that, and he’s pressing their bodies together at every opportunity, reluctant to let esi go, necessary evil though it is. there’s even an audible noise of complaint as he stands, the neediness clear from the points of his ears to the steady rhythm of his tail against the sheets. )
Hurry—
( a demand clipped short by gritted teeth and a hiss that suppresses a far more desperate, needier noise that wells up in the back of his throat. he swallows it for now, opting to instead reach for esi’s bared waist, trying to drag him back preemptively. there’s no real force to the grab, or else esi might not have any choice but to comply; perhaps the communication of intent is what matters most.
there’s a distinct shift once he’s allowed to have his way, though. kirma wraps his arms around esi, presses his face into his chest. this was the realest endgame all along, you see— the compulsion in the drinks combined with an already present desire results in a need for feel rather than any particular action. )
no subject
Hurry—
( a demand clipped short by gritted teeth and a hiss that suppresses a far more desperate, needier noise that wells up in the back of his throat. he swallows it for now, opting to instead reach for esi’s bared waist, trying to drag him back preemptively. there’s no real force to the grab, or else esi might not have any choice but to comply; perhaps the communication of intent is what matters most.
there’s a distinct shift once he’s allowed to have his way, though. kirma wraps his arms around esi, presses his face into his chest. this was the realest endgame all along, you see— the compulsion in the drinks combined with an already present desire results in a need for feel rather than any particular action. )