[The thought stops short, stuttering faintly as for a second his collected exterior derails as it hits the mental image of Hierophant's tentacles, the same ones that had wound into his mouth and slid down his throat and worked their way between his muscle fibers — that, except into Kakyoin instead, just like this, where he could see it, and oh fuck there goes another kink he'd been vaguely aware of before but now it's slamming into him full force.
He swallows hard, feeling the heat collecting in his face, but manages to compose himself at length. He wants to see that, wants to watch, but Kakyoin qualified his statement with if you don't want to, and that's really the game-changer, isn't it.]
No. I want to. I want — I want you to know it's me.
[Emboldened, he lets his hand slide underneath the drape of Kakyoin's skirt for the first time, eyebrows raising as he finds skin, skin, and more skin beneath.]
no subject
[The thought stops short, stuttering faintly as for a second his collected exterior derails as it hits the mental image of Hierophant's tentacles, the same ones that had wound into his mouth and slid down his throat and worked their way between his muscle fibers — that, except into Kakyoin instead, just like this, where he could see it, and oh fuck there goes another kink he'd been vaguely aware of before but now it's slamming into him full force.
He swallows hard, feeling the heat collecting in his face, but manages to compose himself at length. He wants to see that, wants to watch, but Kakyoin qualified his statement with if you don't want to, and that's really the game-changer, isn't it.]
No. I want to. I want — I want you to know it's me.
[Emboldened, he lets his hand slide underneath the drape of Kakyoin's skirt for the first time, eyebrows raising as he finds skin, skin, and more skin beneath.]
We'll go slow. Just lean on me and relax.