[Kakyoin isn't the same height as him. He knows that, rationally. It's a fact, he's always known it. But he's never really thought about it, or its implications, until he's been trussed up and held still while Kakyoin moves against his body, kissing at his chest, and he's wanted so bad to tilt his face forward and kiss him and realized that he can't.
Adrian is the same height as him; he's been spoiled, he's gotten used to it. Kakyoin is shorter, and somehow he's never really considered how erotic a thing it could be, to be prevented from stealing kisses just by virtue of a difference in physical stature. It's denial in a completely unintended way, one that comes with lips on his pecs and shuddering breath in his throat, and it leaves him biting his lips because it's the only pressure on them he's going to be able to get until Kakyoin is done.
How strange that it's an experience not altogether different from being in the machine. At the mercy of someone else. Not his decision. What he gets, doesn't get, feels, doesn't feel — it's all Kakyoin's, and not his own. That much is still the same, and he moans as suddenly, suddenly, something clicks.]
Me. Me, talk about me. Not just — not just what you could say to anyone. It was good because — because it was you and me.
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Adrian is the same height as him; he's been spoiled, he's gotten used to it. Kakyoin is shorter, and somehow he's never really considered how erotic a thing it could be, to be prevented from stealing kisses just by virtue of a difference in physical stature. It's denial in a completely unintended way, one that comes with lips on his pecs and shuddering breath in his throat, and it leaves him biting his lips because it's the only pressure on them he's going to be able to get until Kakyoin is done.
How strange that it's an experience not altogether different from being in the machine. At the mercy of someone else. Not his decision. What he gets, doesn't get, feels, doesn't feel — it's all Kakyoin's, and not his own. That much is still the same, and he moans as suddenly, suddenly, something clicks.]
Me. Me, talk about me. Not just — not just what you could say to anyone. It was good because — because it was you and me.