( he is not LITTLE he is a PERFECTLY AVERAGE HEIGHT )
Why is it surprising? You’ve been infuriating since the day you— woke up.
( met was almost the word, there, but that wouldn’t have been wholly accurate. scared the fuck out of him, sure. but in those first blissful days, before esi regained consciousness and kirma was none-the-wiser as to what he’d picked up in the forest, things weren’t so bad.
still. isn’t he enjoying this just a bit too much? kirma supposes that was the whole point— a trap that he’d walked into without a thought, as usual. already a regular occurrence, it seems to be happening more and more these days. could he blame the house for that one, too? his grip on esi’s wrist tightens enough that his finally-regrowing nails dig in with points. )
Here’s what I’m curious about.
( steering them towards the bedroom, now. kiki and ollie better make themselves scarce. )
How does the crown prince debase himself so easily, here? ( just because he sees the trap being sprung doesn’t mean he’ll try to resist it. ) After all your complaints about mingling with us casteless folk…
( said complaints are many months old, even without their time in this place counted— but still. )
( That hurts? And yet, he makes no motion to pull his hand back or try to resist the encouraging shuffle towards the bedroom. If anything, he's entranced by this side of Kirma, looking all too pleased by the results, despite the serious upset here.
There is offense at the last part, though. )
Who are you to decide if my chosen partners are on that same level? ( Defensive, because he feels that it's a complex sort of thing. Impatience led to desperation, which led to realizing a lot of his interests didn't quite align with castes. )
Or to decide what's "debasing easily" or such? We're all playing a game here, you know. Would you rather I held back until that mark of mine made me crazy?
( in the same way that his would, for himself. even with the mark of the spade barely traced on the back of his neck, though, he’s beginning to understand the appeal of those feelings. at the same time, he knows he shouldn’t get carried away, no matter how much he’d like to— the gritted teeth is as much to keep his thoughts in check as it is from annoyance at esi’s continued yapping. )
For someone so concerned with appearances, you don’t seem to care much about your dignity. ( is he one to talk? the scar on his arm says otherwise, but you know. it’s different. ) Why come here at all? Go back to your proper room.
( the words are fairly meaningless, when he has esi’s wrist held so tight. go back to your room, he says, while making sure there’s no way he could possibly do so. only when they bump against the edge of the bed does he hesitate, distracted by the obstacle, the logistics. deeper in the throes of a suit, it would be easy to move forward—
without that, he simply lets go, averting his gaze. the set of his ears and low angle of his tail speak enough to his upset, sulking even, but that’s all. )
( Just when his excitement is at its highest point, Kirma lets go, gives up. It's disappointing, and Esikko can't help the sigh that comes with it. Things are different now, though. He's not about to let this moment go to waste.
His own hand snatches back at the one that released it, fingers interlacing with such ease that it's like one fluid motion. He leans closer, body pressing into Kirma's just barely short of pushing him onto the bed. )
You're feeling neglected.
( His free hand settles on Kirma's shoulder and pushes down, now, to get him to sit on that bed. And just as quickly, he presses a knee onto the bed to his side in order to straddle him, bringing their held hands to his lips for a kiss. )
If you need attention so badly, you could ask, you know. Insulting my character isn't very nice.
( kirma isn’t necessarily agreeing with the assessment. he just doesn’t resist as he’s pushed down, though his face turns away, a pointed gaze directed back towards the way they came— and more importantly, distinctly away from esi. sulky dog… )
Didn’t I.
( do you know how hard it is to find someone to text on these fucking watches, man. he tugs back on the hand esi is holding; not quite enough to actually free it, only enough to feign a disinterest. no more paw!!
— all that said, he’s not exactly fighting to leave. the recognition of his feelings is a small thing, one that surely won’t amount to much, but it does take the edge off his upset all the same. kirma assumes esi has already become more than aware of how easy he is to please, and thus elects not to volunteer any more indication of this than he needs to. what he does give is a subtle lean in, still refusing to face him, but one downturned ear pointing esi’s way just a little more than it was previously. keep going… )
( Esi is firm in that, smiling at the tiny little tugs and those obvious ears of his. His other knee sets down, and now that he's properly straddling Kirma, he kisses further down Kirma's hand, to his wrist, gripping tighter.
His other hand undoes the tie on his own durumagi, eager to increase temptation for Kirma. His intentions are clear enough. )
Hmm, let's see...
( He pauses, leaning in, and presses his face to the side of Kirma's face, kissing.
...But he's also sniffing that hair to detect when his last bath was. For reasons that will determine what he does next. )
( you probably don’t want to do that, dude. to give kirma some credit, he’s certainly bathing with more regularity than he ever did, back home— but he also did kill a lot of time today chasing rabbits after being expressly told not to. while the grime is more surface-level it certainly isn’t absent: grass, dirt, sweat, livestock, all things you generally wouldn’t want to make a perfume out of.
none of these things bother him, of course. mollified by the combination of attention and temptation, he turns to nip at esi’s ear, by the piercing. he’d tug on the earring itself, but he’ll probably get scolded for putting his filthy mouth on something so precious, or some other eye-rollingly spoiled complaint. with only one hand free— something that keeps happening, lately— he slips it under esi’s durumagi in the spot conveniently opened for him, running a hand up the back of his shirt and only leaving a little dirt behind. you know, for him. )
No, I did— perhaps you’re the one who needs reading lessons?
( it’s more flirting than it is any real argument, but this is a pretty good turn of events after the bickering from earlier, at least in kirma’s opinion. )
But honestly, it's nowhere near as stinky as he usually was back home, so he can keep his smile in place and react calmly. He's being soooo nice right now, he thinks he should get a reward for it. When he pulls back, he makes sure to do it slowly, lingering under the touch no matter how filthy it is. His hands trail behind, and he tugs not just at Kirma's hand, but the front of his clothes, too. )
Maybe you're not messaging what you mean to message.
( Think about that for a while, because now Esi is sliding off the bed and tugging him further. Towards the bathroom. )
( maybe so. kirma would be the first to admit that communication isn’t his strong suit— language has always been one of the few subjects he’s truly felt clumsy with, which likely explains his resistance to literacy, even in a place where he truly doesn’t have anything better to do than learn. he takes the time to ponder this anyway, as he’s pulled away, following obediently.
at first.
once he realizes the direction he’s being pulled in, he balks, digging in his heels. (well. his beans.) ears flattened and tail tucked, he shakes his head. resisting esi’s strength isn’t difficult, of course; he doesn’t fully wrest himself from his grip, hoping that merely taking a stand is deterrent enough. )
I took a bath two days ago!
( said the most sufferingest of dogs, who spent all day rolling in the gardens. )
( Okay. In the good mood he's in currently, that does make Esikko laugh, but he tugs more insistently, even leaning in to plant a peck of a kiss on his cheek first. )
Two things. One, bathe daily.
Two... You're going to like this. I promise.
( Now, despite the nature of Esikko's everything, it can be said that he's never broken a promise. He simply so rarely makes them. They're reserved for important things, final things, things that he can't go back on. It's always felt to him like a promise is something sacred, like the seal of a magic spell that should never be broken...
Maybe it's one childish thing about him that he was allowed to keep. )
( his ears rise only slightly at the kiss, but they shoot straight up at the word promise. truly, there’s something loaded, within those syllables— even a dog can recognize that much. for all of esi’s cajoling, whining, demanding, never once has he said such a thing, not even while trying to convince kirma to protect him all the way to yangsa. for the first time in their current lives, he thinks: maybe i can trust this.
and if he can’t, if he doesn’t end up liking it…
there are ways for dogs to get their revenge, too. )
Daily is too much. I’ll never have a dry tail again.
( it’s easy for esi to insist on such a thing, when he only has hair to worry about. though kirma is less furry than he could be, the fur he does have is thick, to better insulate against the bitter cold that defines their home; no towel could ever hope to stand against the power of such an undercoat. bathing complaints aside, though, he is moving again. with caution, but moving all the same. )
( Pleased with his cooperation now, Esikko finishes the walk to the bathroom, releasing Kirma's hand only so he can turn on the shower head. As the water warms, he begins to strip, his movements slow and purposefully showy.
Still, his clothes get folded on the counter after each piece is removed, and he flashes a smile at Kirma midway through. )
kirma truly does elect to watch, at first. the shower is at fault, here; as the hiss of the water turns on, his hackles raise, the fur of his tail standing on end. it smooths over quickly enough, but man. never will he be used to that sound— there's a reason he makes the trek all the way down to the public baths, every time, to the bemusement of a few staff members who have caught on to the regularity. some guests just have their quirks, perhaps?
he doesn't answer either question, but he recognizes the prompt for what it is. god forbid a man enjoy the view... where the path before him leads is quite obvious, though. fine. esi does have a promise to fulfill, anyway.
unlike esi, his clothes do not end up folded, or anywhere appropriate at all. his belt is quickly tossed somewhere behind him, followed by the coat it overlaid, and after another breath or two, his shirt follows. there is no artistry to his movements, only function. here, with just pants left to go, he pauses, closing the distance between them; what starts out as a tender embrace is quickly revealed to be a pretense for something else, as he again puts his face against esi's neck, and—
( The sniff, this time, doesn't bother him. He can feel the steam of the shower at his back, and Kirma's body being so close is nice. But, he does want to get in and get clean. So, he takes a step back, aiming to pull Kirma along with him. )
Perhaps you'll meet him some day.
( Recognize him, he means, with a strange sort of hopefulness that it creates more jealousy. He enjoys this feeling, after all. )
( oh— it's an affirmation that makes his eyes narrow. circumstances do not lend well to pursuing it, though, as they get nearer and nearer to the water; he leans back a touch, as if the spray from where the water bounces off of esi's body might do him harm. ugh. his ears twist back and forth in consideration before he gives in, kicking off his pants unceremoniously and half-tackling esi into the shower.
any romance in the moment quickly ends as the water hits his face; he sputters, immediately shaking it off, sending droplets flying in every direction. this had really, better be worth it— )
I could've needed your help too, you know. Or the reverse—
( pointedly angling his face away from the stream of water, btw. )
( Ah. The water is nice and hot, and the desperate way Kirma tackles in after him is nice, too. Still, hot water alone isn't enough, and Esi bends just enough to grab a palm full of soap, pressing it right into Kirma's chest and dragging downwards pointedly. )
Ahh, I see your point.
( With a free hand, he slicks his half-damp hair back, allowing his other hand to curl intimately into the soapy trail he's created. Massages, drags, all working himself downward between Kirma's legs. The Prince is slowly lowering himself, too, pausing to kiss near the soapy trails. )
I do need you.
( A pause, and he slips soapy fingers down one of Kirma's thighs, settling quickly upon one of his own knees and glancing up. )
( of course he would ruin it with a comment like that, right as things looking like they were getting good. he supposes esi thinks it’s cute, or something equally asinine— unfortunately, his current audience disagrees. )
Haven’t I been.
( relatively speaking, anyway. huff! his hands come forward, not to take over any soaping duties, but to take hold of esi’s head; his fingers wind their way into esi’s hair, bringing him in closer. it’s not the worst view, having esi below him, all that carefully teased and arranged styling out of the way, leaving his face in clear view. the fondness he feels in this moment is strange, but not unwelcome. )
If you still have complaints, I suppose I’ll need some guidance. ( alright. he’s easing into it, playing along. one thumb brushes an errant lock of hair out of the way, moving it behind an ear where it belongs. ) A demonstration might be in order.
( The splash of the water compared to how he's forced Kirma into more of a direct stream is a little distracting, but he ignores the flecks against his face and leans into the touch. Hair is half damp, and growing more wet by the second— it's nice, he thinks. He must look nice here, judging by Kirma's expression.
Wrapping his fingers around Kirma, he provides slow, elaborate strokes. It's a little fun, in the moment. He feels powerful, like he's holding onto every bit of Kirma's attention, and that excitement comes out in a little laugh. )
Showers aren't so bad, now, are they?
( Leaning in further still, his mouth lingers close to him, but he keeps only his hand at work. Slow, teasing, and sometimes even slower— he doesn't move his eyes from Kirma. Not now, not yet. )
( there's a confidence in those movements he can see, now, one that isn't inspired by an extra set of ears on his head. there's no funbling, but a practiced smoothness, each incremental step a carefully measured and deliberately piece. it's funny, normally— kirma wouldn't recognize that sort of thing in someone else. he goes through life with an intentional set of blinders on, even in a moment of intimacy. unless... it's esi, it seems. in this moment, it's true: all of his attention is firmly on the person before him.
reluctantly, he admits it's a bit charming. part of it comes from the fact that said confidence may be a bit overstated— it makes the corners of his mouth twitch, a passing ghost of a smile, but otherwise he keeps the thought to himself. with his hold on esi, kirma pulls him in closer, pressing the underside of his cock against esi's face— or maybe it's the other way around— it doesn't matter. one hand makes its way to the nape of esi's neck, taking up a fistful of hair; a firm hold, but not a tight one. one that promises he'll take matters into his own hands, if esi takes too long. )
Still not convinced.
( the dry beats of his voice almost make the sentence sound genuine. the forward ears and the growing hunger in his eyes tell a different story, all of his focus clearly on the man before him. the jet of hot water pounding against his back in a steady stream is downright tolerable, as long as this is what's happening. )
( ...Pushy. But he kind of likes that, he finds, one of his hands bracing himself against Kirma's thigh so that he doesn't simply fall forwards. Readjusting his position, he lifts his face against the weight of Kirma's cock, his lips parting the smallest amount against sensitive skin. )
You're awfully demanding today.
( It's light, teasing, and followed by the warm press of his tongue against the underside. While the fingers wrapped around Kirma don't leave completely, they do slide further down to give him more room, and he tilts his head slightly to give testing licks here and there before, finally, taking the tip into his mouth. His motions are confident, but the actions that follow are rather hesitant in comparison. He's taken such a small bit of the length into his mouth, after all. )
( there it is. that’s more along the lines of what he was expecting— hesitance, unfamiliarity. it’s an endearing side of him, which is the worst part. kirma knows that it’s not something he should find charming in any way, and yet? there’s a sharp exhale from his nose, a sound approaching a snort of amusement.
he could leave it at that, let esi truly take his time. alas— he is awfully demanding, today. if he’s being accused of it, he may as well embrace it; there’s an itch at the back of his neck that supports this idea. it makes his fist tighten, truly pulling at the back of esi’s hair. )
I’ve just decided to start charging for my services.
( not really. a funny thought, though, isn’t it? with his grip on esi, he holds him fast, preventing him from escaping as he slowly eases himself further into his mouth. for a moment, he entertains the idea of forcing his way down esi’s throat, but— ah, it’d be too much. even this is pushing it, he thinks, despite the relatively respectful pace. let him adjust, first, before he goes any further. )
( As gentle as Kirma is, it's still a lot more than he normally does at all. The motion surprises him, but it's not at all unwelcome. There's a rush that comes with the tug, with the way that when he tries to pull back from reflex, it's met with resistance. He opens his mouth, his tongue pressing along the underside of Kirma's cock, but he is entirely unused to this.
And so, he gags from around him, his fingers curling tighter into Kirma's thigh as he tries to pull himself back to cough properly. Hold on, hold on!! )
not just for esi. the moment of struggle against his grip, the gagging, it all elicits a very visible response on kirma's end, pupils dilating, breath quickening. even his tail wags, a bit, before he catches hold of himself again, reining in the violent urge that rises within him as esi attempts to pull back. it's an internal exchange that takes just a little too long to resolve; but in the end, he releases esi completely, giving him control back over his movements.
suddenly, kirma's gaze is everywhere but at the man before him, though it most favors the ceiling. his hands still hover nearby, fingertips barely brushing against esi's shoulders, but unwilling, unable to do more. not without something more dire happening, anyway. )
Wasn't even trying to make you choke, yet... ( kirma mumbles, in a small voice. man. he clears his throat, as if he had been the one on the receiving end of things. )
You're alright?
( because he is still very much hard. maybe even moreso, after that. )
( As soon as Esikko can properly pull back, he coughs and sputters for a bit, his hands slipping away from Kirma to touch near his own throat. It takes him a few seconds to catch his breath. That had been...
Thrilling. In some way that he's not fully aware of. And at the same time, he'd noticed that slight pause in allowing him to back up, and somehow that was even moreso. Why? He hadn't even heard that mumbled comment. The thoughts spawn some irritation in the back of his mind, but when he can't decide who to point it at (himself or Kirma), he breathes out a laugh, more air than sound. )
I'm fine. I'm not used to this, you know?
( A little defensive, and determined not to be laughed at, Esikko is already reaching back for Kirma's arousal. He lifts his eyes to look at the other man as his fingers wrap around the base, and he speaks when his lips are just touching the tip. )
I never expected you to be the impatient type.
( The way he says it is pleased, like it's his own appearance or actions causing that rise in Kirma. It's what he wants to hope, anyway, as his tongue drags out over the tip, his eyes dipping back down. He thinks, briefly, that he wants to say something else, but in the end he ends up too undecided between warning him against rushing him, or encouraging it.
So in the end, he simply parts his lips and takes his erection back into his mouth, this time attempting to slowly allow him further in himself. )
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Why is it surprising? You’ve been infuriating since the day you— woke up.
( met was almost the word, there, but that wouldn’t have been wholly accurate. scared the fuck out of him, sure. but in those first blissful days, before esi regained consciousness and kirma was none-the-wiser as to what he’d picked up in the forest, things weren’t so bad.
still. isn’t he enjoying this just a bit too much? kirma supposes that was the whole point— a trap that he’d walked into without a thought, as usual. already a regular occurrence, it seems to be happening more and more these days. could he blame the house for that one, too? his grip on esi’s wrist tightens enough that his finally-regrowing nails dig in with points. )
Here’s what I’m curious about.
( steering them towards the bedroom, now. kiki and ollie better make themselves scarce. )
How does the crown prince debase himself so easily, here? ( just because he sees the trap being sprung doesn’t mean he’ll try to resist it. ) After all your complaints about mingling with us casteless folk…
( said complaints are many months old, even without their time in this place counted— but still. )
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( That hurts? And yet, he makes no motion to pull his hand back or try to resist the encouraging shuffle towards the bedroom. If anything, he's entranced by this side of Kirma, looking all too pleased by the results, despite the serious upset here.
There is offense at the last part, though. )
Who are you to decide if my chosen partners are on that same level? ( Defensive, because he feels that it's a complex sort of thing. Impatience led to desperation, which led to realizing a lot of his interests didn't quite align with castes. )
Or to decide what's "debasing easily" or such? We're all playing a game here, you know. Would you rather I held back until that mark of mine made me crazy?
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( in the same way that his would, for himself. even with the mark of the spade barely traced on the back of his neck, though, he’s beginning to understand the appeal of those feelings. at the same time, he knows he shouldn’t get carried away, no matter how much he’d like to— the gritted teeth is as much to keep his thoughts in check as it is from annoyance at esi’s continued yapping. )
For someone so concerned with appearances, you don’t seem to care much about your dignity. ( is he one to talk? the scar on his arm says otherwise, but you know. it’s different. ) Why come here at all? Go back to your proper room.
( the words are fairly meaningless, when he has esi’s wrist held so tight. go back to your room, he says, while making sure there’s no way he could possibly do so. only when they bump against the edge of the bed does he hesitate, distracted by the obstacle, the logistics. deeper in the throes of a suit, it would be easy to move forward—
without that, he simply lets go, averting his gaze. the set of his ears and low angle of his tail speak enough to his upset, sulking even, but that’s all. )
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His own hand snatches back at the one that released it, fingers interlacing with such ease that it's like one fluid motion. He leans closer, body pressing into Kirma's just barely short of pushing him onto the bed. )
You're feeling neglected.
( His free hand settles on Kirma's shoulder and pushes down, now, to get him to sit on that bed. And just as quickly, he presses a knee onto the bed to his side in order to straddle him, bringing their held hands to his lips for a kiss. )
If you need attention so badly, you could ask, you know. Insulting my character isn't very nice.
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Didn’t I.
( do you know how hard it is to find someone to text on these fucking watches, man. he tugs back on the hand esi is holding; not quite enough to actually free it, only enough to feign a disinterest. no more paw!!
— all that said, he’s not exactly fighting to leave. the recognition of his feelings is a small thing, one that surely won’t amount to much, but it does take the edge off his upset all the same. kirma assumes esi has already become more than aware of how easy he is to please, and thus elects not to volunteer any more indication of this than he needs to. what he does give is a subtle lean in, still refusing to face him, but one downturned ear pointing esi’s way just a little more than it was previously. keep going… )
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( Esi is firm in that, smiling at the tiny little tugs and those obvious ears of his. His other knee sets down, and now that he's properly straddling Kirma, he kisses further down Kirma's hand, to his wrist, gripping tighter.
His other hand undoes the tie on his own durumagi, eager to increase temptation for Kirma. His intentions are clear enough. )
Hmm, let's see...
( He pauses, leaning in, and presses his face to the side of Kirma's face, kissing.
...But he's also sniffing that hair to detect when his last bath was. For reasons that will determine what he does next. )
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none of these things bother him, of course. mollified by the combination of attention and temptation, he turns to nip at esi’s ear, by the piercing. he’d tug on the earring itself, but he’ll probably get scolded for putting his filthy mouth on something so precious, or some other eye-rollingly spoiled complaint. with only one hand free— something that keeps happening, lately— he slips it under esi’s durumagi in the spot conveniently opened for him, running a hand up the back of his shirt and only leaving a little dirt behind. you know, for him. )
No, I did— perhaps you’re the one who needs reading lessons?
( it’s more flirting than it is any real argument, but this is a pretty good turn of events after the bickering from earlier, at least in kirma’s opinion. )
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But honestly, it's nowhere near as stinky as he usually was back home, so he can keep his smile in place and react calmly. He's being soooo nice right now, he thinks he should get a reward for it. When he pulls back, he makes sure to do it slowly, lingering under the touch no matter how filthy it is. His hands trail behind, and he tugs not just at Kirma's hand, but the front of his clothes, too. )
Maybe you're not messaging what you mean to message.
( Think about that for a while, because now Esi is sliding off the bed and tugging him further. Towards the bathroom. )
Come with me. I want to try something with you.
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at first.
once he realizes the direction he’s being pulled in, he balks, digging in his heels. (well. his beans.) ears flattened and tail tucked, he shakes his head. resisting esi’s strength isn’t difficult, of course; he doesn’t fully wrest himself from his grip, hoping that merely taking a stand is deterrent enough. )
I took a bath two days ago!
( said the most sufferingest of dogs, who spent all day rolling in the gardens. )
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Two things. One, bathe daily.
Two... You're going to like this. I promise.
( Now, despite the nature of Esikko's everything, it can be said that he's never broken a promise. He simply so rarely makes them. They're reserved for important things, final things, things that he can't go back on. It's always felt to him like a promise is something sacred, like the seal of a magic spell that should never be broken...
Maybe it's one childish thing about him that he was allowed to keep. )
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and if he can’t, if he doesn’t end up liking it…
there are ways for dogs to get their revenge, too. )
Daily is too much. I’ll never have a dry tail again.
( it’s easy for esi to insist on such a thing, when he only has hair to worry about. though kirma is less furry than he could be, the fur he does have is thick, to better insulate against the bitter cold that defines their home; no towel could ever hope to stand against the power of such an undercoat. bathing complaints aside, though, he is moving again. with caution, but moving all the same. )
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( Pleased with his cooperation now, Esikko finishes the walk to the bathroom, releasing Kirma's hand only so he can turn on the shower head. As the water warms, he begins to strip, his movements slow and purposefully showy.
Still, his clothes get folded on the counter after each piece is removed, and he flashes a smile at Kirma midway through. )
Well? ( Joining him? Or just staring? )
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kirma truly does elect to watch, at first. the shower is at fault, here; as the hiss of the water turns on, his hackles raise, the fur of his tail standing on end. it smooths over quickly enough, but man. never will he be used to that sound— there's a reason he makes the trek all the way down to the public baths, every time, to the bemusement of a few staff members who have caught on to the regularity. some guests just have their quirks, perhaps?
he doesn't answer either question, but he recognizes the prompt for what it is. god forbid a man enjoy the view... where the path before him leads is quite obvious, though. fine. esi does have a promise to fulfill, anyway.
unlike esi, his clothes do not end up folded, or anywhere appropriate at all. his belt is quickly tossed somewhere behind him, followed by the coat it overlaid, and after another breath or two, his shirt follows. there is no artistry to his movements, only function. here, with just pants left to go, he pauses, closing the distance between them; what starts out as a tender embrace is quickly revealed to be a pretense for something else, as he again puts his face against esi's neck, and—
a sniffening. )
Who did you see?
( answer carefully. )
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( The sniff, this time, doesn't bother him. He can feel the steam of the shower at his back, and Kirma's body being so close is nice. But, he does want to get in and get clean. So, he takes a step back, aiming to pull Kirma along with him. )
Perhaps you'll meet him some day.
( Recognize him, he means, with a strange sort of hopefulness that it creates more jealousy. He enjoys this feeling, after all. )
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any romance in the moment quickly ends as the water hits his face; he sputters, immediately shaking it off, sending droplets flying in every direction. this had really, better be worth it— )
I could've needed your help too, you know. Or the reverse—
( pointedly angling his face away from the stream of water, btw. )
What if you needed me? ( 🥺 )
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Ahh, I see your point.
( With a free hand, he slicks his half-damp hair back, allowing his other hand to curl intimately into the soapy trail he's created. Massages, drags, all working himself downward between Kirma's legs. The Prince is slowly lowering himself, too, pausing to kiss near the soapy trails. )
I do need you.
( A pause, and he slips soapy fingers down one of Kirma's thighs, settling quickly upon one of his own knees and glancing up. )
I need you to clean yourself, for example.
( MEAN TEASING )
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Haven’t I been.
( relatively speaking, anyway. huff! his hands come forward, not to take over any soaping duties, but to take hold of esi’s head; his fingers wind their way into esi’s hair, bringing him in closer. it’s not the worst view, having esi below him, all that carefully teased and arranged styling out of the way, leaving his face in clear view. the fondness he feels in this moment is strange, but not unwelcome. )
If you still have complaints, I suppose I’ll need some guidance. ( alright. he’s easing into it, playing along. one thumb brushes an errant lock of hair out of the way, moving it behind an ear where it belongs. ) A demonstration might be in order.
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Wrapping his fingers around Kirma, he provides slow, elaborate strokes. It's a little fun, in the moment. He feels powerful, like he's holding onto every bit of Kirma's attention, and that excitement comes out in a little laugh. )
Showers aren't so bad, now, are they?
( Leaning in further still, his mouth lingers close to him, but he keeps only his hand at work. Slow, teasing, and sometimes even slower— he doesn't move his eyes from Kirma. Not now, not yet. )
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reluctantly, he admits it's a bit charming. part of it comes from the fact that said confidence may be a bit overstated— it makes the corners of his mouth twitch, a passing ghost of a smile, but otherwise he keeps the thought to himself. with his hold on esi, kirma pulls him in closer, pressing the underside of his cock against esi's face— or maybe it's the other way around— it doesn't matter. one hand makes its way to the nape of esi's neck, taking up a fistful of hair; a firm hold, but not a tight one. one that promises he'll take matters into his own hands, if esi takes too long. )
Still not convinced.
( the dry beats of his voice almost make the sentence sound genuine. the forward ears and the growing hunger in his eyes tell a different story, all of his focus clearly on the man before him. the jet of hot water pounding against his back in a steady stream is downright tolerable, as long as this is what's happening. )
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You're awfully demanding today.
( It's light, teasing, and followed by the warm press of his tongue against the underside. While the fingers wrapped around Kirma don't leave completely, they do slide further down to give him more room, and he tilts his head slightly to give testing licks here and there before, finally, taking the tip into his mouth. His motions are confident, but the actions that follow are rather hesitant in comparison. He's taken such a small bit of the length into his mouth, after all. )
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he could leave it at that, let esi truly take his time. alas— he is awfully demanding, today. if he’s being accused of it, he may as well embrace it; there’s an itch at the back of his neck that supports this idea. it makes his fist tighten, truly pulling at the back of esi’s hair. )
I’ve just decided to start charging for my services.
( not really. a funny thought, though, isn’t it? with his grip on esi, he holds him fast, preventing him from escaping as he slowly eases himself further into his mouth. for a moment, he entertains the idea of forcing his way down esi’s throat, but— ah, it’d be too much. even this is pushing it, he thinks, despite the relatively respectful pace. let him adjust, first, before he goes any further. )
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And so, he gags from around him, his fingers curling tighter into Kirma's thigh as he tries to pull himself back to cough properly. Hold on, hold on!! )
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not just for esi. the moment of struggle against his grip, the gagging, it all elicits a very visible response on kirma's end, pupils dilating, breath quickening. even his tail wags, a bit, before he catches hold of himself again, reining in the violent urge that rises within him as esi attempts to pull back. it's an internal exchange that takes just a little too long to resolve; but in the end, he releases esi completely, giving him control back over his movements.
suddenly, kirma's gaze is everywhere but at the man before him, though it most favors the ceiling. his hands still hover nearby, fingertips barely brushing against esi's shoulders, but unwilling, unable to do more. not without something more dire happening, anyway. )
Wasn't even trying to make you choke, yet... ( kirma mumbles, in a small voice. man. he clears his throat, as if he had been the one on the receiving end of things. )
You're alright?
( because he is still very much hard. maybe even moreso, after that. )
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Thrilling. In some way that he's not fully aware of. And at the same time, he'd noticed that slight pause in allowing him to back up, and somehow that was even moreso. Why? He hadn't even heard that mumbled comment. The thoughts spawn some irritation in the back of his mind, but when he can't decide who to point it at (himself or Kirma), he breathes out a laugh, more air than sound. )
I'm fine. I'm not used to this, you know?
( A little defensive, and determined not to be laughed at, Esikko is already reaching back for Kirma's arousal. He lifts his eyes to look at the other man as his fingers wrap around the base, and he speaks when his lips are just touching the tip. )
I never expected you to be the impatient type.
( The way he says it is pleased, like it's his own appearance or actions causing that rise in Kirma. It's what he wants to hope, anyway, as his tongue drags out over the tip, his eyes dipping back down. He thinks, briefly, that he wants to say something else, but in the end he ends up too undecided between warning him against rushing him, or encouraging it.
So in the end, he simply parts his lips and takes his erection back into his mouth, this time attempting to slowly allow him further in himself. )
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