[Oh. Oh. Kakyoin seems to understand, he thinks with a rush of warmth that floods his cheeks and turns them a grateful pink. He takes the empty cup away but then his thumb is at his lips, and it feels so right to just open his mouth and draw it in and suck lightly at the skin. It makes him feel connected, in just one more way that he wants to be connected to the person he loves so, so much. He feels like he'll burst from it, a little, and it contents him to have a way of showing it.
His gaze tracks up Kakyoin's arm, over his shoulder, past his chin. Finds his eyes. Looks at him with love and gratitude and heat, and tries to pour all of his thoughts into that look because he doesn't have the words to sound them instead.
He thinks a minute, slowly, and then a touch of something like mischief curls at the corners of his mouth, and in the next moment he wraps his tongue around Kakyoin's thumb, deliberately obscene in the way he fucks it like Hierophant's tentacles fucked his own tongue earlier, and tries to reassure him that he really is doing all right, he's just — quiet.]
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His gaze tracks up Kakyoin's arm, over his shoulder, past his chin. Finds his eyes. Looks at him with love and gratitude and heat, and tries to pour all of his thoughts into that look because he doesn't have the words to sound them instead.
He thinks a minute, slowly, and then a touch of something like mischief curls at the corners of his mouth, and in the next moment he wraps his tongue around Kakyoin's thumb, deliberately obscene in the way he fucks it like Hierophant's tentacles fucked his own tongue earlier, and tries to reassure him that he really is doing all right, he's just — quiet.]