( Soft touches over scars where he'd been so much less gentle before do not go unnoticed by Esikko. They're answered with a curve of his lips, a smile that could almost be called understanding, one that might border on it— it's complicated, the way he feels about that encounter. The way he feels about the two of them at all, stuck in an endless cycle of give and take, and by his own doing. His feelings shift by the day, the hour, the minute, and isn't that how it's always been? Isn't that what's the most exciting?
It feels like Kirma is someone he can toss aside and still look back to find there, waiting. There's a security in that, in the constant test of setting him free, of pushing him back and then pulling him in.
Right now, Esikko only cares about this warmth, the giddiness encouraged by alcohol and closeness. He turns his face slightly, as he leans closer, positioning himself so that his long fingers can wrap around the both of them together. Maybe just this is nice, a lazy, comfortable sort of stroking, a togetherness that feels right. His nose nudges into the side of Kirma's face, unusually tender, and he plants a new kiss there, at his jaw line. )
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It feels like Kirma is someone he can toss aside and still look back to find there, waiting. There's a security in that, in the constant test of setting him free, of pushing him back and then pulling him in.
Right now, Esikko only cares about this warmth, the giddiness encouraged by alcohol and closeness. He turns his face slightly, as he leans closer, positioning himself so that his long fingers can wrap around the both of them together. Maybe just this is nice, a lazy, comfortable sort of stroking, a togetherness that feels right. His nose nudges into the side of Kirma's face, unusually tender, and he plants a new kiss there, at his jaw line. )