( 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.
( don't just grab his tail??? it doesn't move out of the way fast enough, and kirma makes a soft, irritated noise at the snatchening. c'mon... )
Wouldn't I be joining you regardless.
( it's not like he can get kicked out of the bed in his own room. (he can.) still, he is diligent enough to grab what towels remain on their way out, after going through several that fall short of wringing all the water free from his fur. see, this is exactly why he— no, he'll swallow that complaint, for now. pointless, to ruin a perfectly good night over nothing.
... even if it is tempting, he thinks, as he lays the towels out. one after another, on his side of the bed. he won't stay there for long, though not intentionally; such is merely the way of the stage 5 (sleep) clinger. )
Sufficient?
( well, he's not waiting for an answer, before crawling into bed properly. )
So long as my side of the bed doesn't become soaked and render me freezing, it's fine.
( He slips beneath the covers himself, immediately breathing out a sigh at the chill of the layered blankets on top of him. This is so much more comfortable than his assigned room. It's terrible.
His eyes have already drifted closed from his exhaustion, but he's not going to sleep immediately, and Kirma likely knows that. It's rare that he's able to fall asleep normally at all. Then again, he thinks he might just be able to, tonight...
But his leg shifts slightly to the side, bumping against Kirma in a subtle touch. )
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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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Wouldn't I be joining you regardless.
( it's not like he can get kicked out of the bed in his own room. (he can.) still, he is diligent enough to grab what towels remain on their way out, after going through several that fall short of wringing all the water free from his fur. see, this is exactly why he— no, he'll swallow that complaint, for now. pointless, to ruin a perfectly good night over nothing.
... even if it is tempting, he thinks, as he lays the towels out. one after another, on his side of the bed. he won't stay there for long, though not intentionally; such is merely the way of the stage 5 (sleep) clinger. )
Sufficient?
( well, he's not waiting for an answer, before crawling into bed properly. )
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( He slips beneath the covers himself, immediately breathing out a sigh at the chill of the layered blankets on top of him. This is so much more comfortable than his assigned room. It's terrible.
His eyes have already drifted closed from his exhaustion, but he's not going to sleep immediately, and Kirma likely knows that. It's rare that he's able to fall asleep normally at all. Then again, he thinks he might just be able to, tonight...
But his leg shifts slightly to the side, bumping against Kirma in a subtle touch. )
Good night.