( 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. )
( really— he isn't. not usually. but things haven't been the same between them since the, ah, hand incident, for better or for worse. tonight, kirma thinks it to be the former, even if it does also make the scar on his left arm itch. emboldened by the return to where they had been, he runs his fingers through esi's hair, again, though carefully keeping himself from grabbing hold again. in this way, it's more like encouragement; a gentle touch, a tactile gratitude.
it does make him wish they weren't in the shower. the water is loud, drowning out the subtle sounds of mouth and tongue that he'd normally be able to hear. well— perhaps there will be other times. they seem to have had enough company with each other in the past for that possibility, at least. and—
esi's tongue rolls in a way that completely snaps kirma out of his musings, drawing an audible noise of appreciation from his throat. his palm flattens against the back of esi's head, as if to shove him down; the force never comes, though it isn't for a lack of desire. he's being good— esi isn't used to this— but his hips rock forward the tiniest inch, still wanting to test his limits. he doesn't know why it's so hard to hold back, today of all days, but there's a growing tension in his chest that feels liable to snap. )
( He's not sure what he expected from this. Honestly? Something dirtier, a sort of disgusting he'd end up being unable to stomach and having to back out of. But thankfully, there's no such worry, and any tiny nitpicks are washed away by the hot water and the earlier, brief scrubbing of soap.
Now, he's into this more than he thought he'd be, and Kirma's reactions really seal that for him. It feels powerful, to make him so impatient. The touch of a palm against his head is a little lacking, but that rocking of hips is more like it— and he'd seen it earlier, in the way he'd been forced around him even as slow as it was. It could happen again, he thinks, and the idea of that makes his heart race further, makes him groan around Kirma's arousal and curl his tongue, sucking.
This time, the slight deepening from the rocking of hips is something he manages to handle, though there's the brief tension in his mouth from struggling with it. Still, as he shifts his pale eyes upwards to check on Kirma's expression, Esikko feels like he wants more of a pull at his hair. More to make him lose his breath.
And so he teases, inching down a little further, the automatic half attempt at a swallow tensing muscles around Kirma's cock. His hand slips away, now, to leave more room for his mouth, and braces instead against Kirma's thigh like the other, wrapped around from the back and gripping nails into skin. )
( 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… )
( To be honest, he isn't sure how he's going to handle Kirma coming inside of his mouth, so the pull back is almost a relief. But then it hits his face, causing him to flinch with a quiet gasp. It almost feels like he pauses like this forever, the shock of the moment mixing with the strangeness of the sensation, but then Kirma is closer, helping him up.
His knees do hurt, he realizes as he's helped up, and trying to wipe his face clear of the mess Kirma's just made is... less than fully successful.
Strangely enough, he doesn't complain about it. Maybe it's because he's so lost in strange thoughts he can barely recognize. )
Proud of yourself?
( That's what he ends up with, after a moment, leaning into Kirma for support as he tries to rinse his hand off in the water. Despite the wording, he doesn't sound upset— only a little out of breath. )
( proud of himself? perhaps a bit. his arms encircle esi, just for support, of course, and he rests his cheek on esi's shoulder— also for no particular reason. though he hates this feeling of being soaked through, there are some nice things to it; under the running water, all the pointed scents from earlier are slowly being washed away, leaving only what he knows as esi, and, well— it's a shame that most people here won't be blessed enough to pick up on the last one.
but, kirma can. hehe. )
Just pleased you kept your promise.
( as if there were any doubt. well... there had been, admittedly. for once, a bit of trust has gone a long way, though. as his tail wags, it flings droplets left and right despite its lazy pace. )
( A truth, despite everything else about him. Rinsing the last of Kirma's mess from his hands and face, and hoping there wasn't any in his hair, he sighs a little. He'd truthfully like to wash his hair, to clean up, but he's genuinely exhausted now. Two times in a row like that?
Exciting. But maybe he was pushing himself. )
I don't need praise. ( So says Esikko, but there's a smile on his lips that he can't seem to erase. Yeah he did good!! Tiredly, he turns his face into Kirma's chest, enjoying the hot water for what moments are left. )
But I may need to lay down. ( Still, he reaches out a hand to try and grab that wagging, wet tail. ) If you set down towels for this thing, you can join me.
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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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it does make him wish they weren't in the shower. the water is loud, drowning out the subtle sounds of mouth and tongue that he'd normally be able to hear. well— perhaps there will be other times. they seem to have had enough company with each other in the past for that possibility, at least. and—
esi's tongue rolls in a way that completely snaps kirma out of his musings, drawing an audible noise of appreciation from his throat. his palm flattens against the back of esi's head, as if to shove him down; the force never comes, though it isn't for a lack of desire. he's being good— esi isn't used to this— but his hips rock forward the tiniest inch, still wanting to test his limits. he doesn't know why it's so hard to hold back, today of all days, but there's a growing tension in his chest that feels liable to snap. )
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Now, he's into this more than he thought he'd be, and Kirma's reactions really seal that for him. It feels powerful, to make him so impatient. The touch of a palm against his head is a little lacking, but that rocking of hips is more like it— and he'd seen it earlier, in the way he'd been forced around him even as slow as it was. It could happen again, he thinks, and the idea of that makes his heart race further, makes him groan around Kirma's arousal and curl his tongue, sucking.
This time, the slight deepening from the rocking of hips is something he manages to handle, though there's the brief tension in his mouth from struggling with it. Still, as he shifts his pale eyes upwards to check on Kirma's expression, Esikko feels like he wants more of a pull at his hair. More to make him lose his breath.
And so he teases, inching down a little further, the automatic half attempt at a swallow tensing muscles around Kirma's cock. His hand slips away, now, to leave more room for his mouth, and braces instead against Kirma's thigh like the other, wrapped around from the back and gripping nails into skin. )
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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… )
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His knees do hurt, he realizes as he's helped up, and trying to wipe his face clear of the mess Kirma's just made is... less than fully successful.
Strangely enough, he doesn't complain about it. Maybe it's because he's so lost in strange thoughts he can barely recognize. )
Proud of yourself?
( That's what he ends up with, after a moment, leaning into Kirma for support as he tries to rinse his hand off in the water. Despite the wording, he doesn't sound upset— only a little out of breath. )
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but, kirma can. hehe. )
Just pleased you kept your promise.
( as if there were any doubt. well... there had been, admittedly. for once, a bit of trust has gone a long way, though. as his tail wags, it flings droplets left and right despite its lazy pace. )
Should I praise you? You did well. ( :3 )
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( A truth, despite everything else about him. Rinsing the last of Kirma's mess from his hands and face, and hoping there wasn't any in his hair, he sighs a little. He'd truthfully like to wash his hair, to clean up, but he's genuinely exhausted now. Two times in a row like that?
Exciting. But maybe he was pushing himself. )
I don't need praise. ( So says Esikko, but there's a smile on his lips that he can't seem to erase. Yeah he did good!! Tiredly, he turns his face into Kirma's chest, enjoying the hot water for what moments are left. )
But I may need to lay down. ( Still, he reaches out a hand to try and grab that wagging, wet tail. ) If you set down towels for this thing, you can join me.
( Inviting cuddles??? In this economy? )
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