[He's not really all that sorry, but it seems like the right thing to say when Kakyoin is sulking. Like he ruined it a little by being nice instead of sexy, not a catastrophic kind of ruin but the lighter, funnier kind, like when a leg goes the wrong way while cuddling or somebody accidentally elbows somebody in the face. Like he ruined it in a way that proves it's okay to ruin things because there's nothing wrong with them being imperfect. Like it doesn't have to be perfect so long as it's them.
But he wasn't just talking dirty when he'd asked Hierophant what he'd asked. It feels important to be able to show Kakyoin like this, with the two of them working together, what he feels when they do this. How he loves knowing he's made a lover happy. How even being tired can be pleasurable, and how even when he's exhausted he still has room for this.
The angle is all wrong, now, with Kakyoin at his eye level, to continue what he'd been doing before. The height difference is just too much, the positioning just isn't right. But like this he can see into Kakyoin's eyes, can dip his head forward to kiss him when he wants, and with his arms unbound from Hierophant he's free to reach down and curl his fingers around Kakyoin's aching length, offering up his palm in implicit apology for the loss of his thighs.]
But you can feel it now, yeah? How much I want you?
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[He's not really all that sorry, but it seems like the right thing to say when Kakyoin is sulking. Like he ruined it a little by being nice instead of sexy, not a catastrophic kind of ruin but the lighter, funnier kind, like when a leg goes the wrong way while cuddling or somebody accidentally elbows somebody in the face. Like he ruined it in a way that proves it's okay to ruin things because there's nothing wrong with them being imperfect. Like it doesn't have to be perfect so long as it's them.
But he wasn't just talking dirty when he'd asked Hierophant what he'd asked. It feels important to be able to show Kakyoin like this, with the two of them working together, what he feels when they do this. How he loves knowing he's made a lover happy. How even being tired can be pleasurable, and how even when he's exhausted he still has room for this.
The angle is all wrong, now, with Kakyoin at his eye level, to continue what he'd been doing before. The height difference is just too much, the positioning just isn't right. But like this he can see into Kakyoin's eyes, can dip his head forward to kiss him when he wants, and with his arms unbound from Hierophant he's free to reach down and curl his fingers around Kakyoin's aching length, offering up his palm in implicit apology for the loss of his thighs.]
But you can feel it now, yeah? How much I want you?