[It's an echo. It's agreement. It's affirmation. It's even obedience. He leans into Kakyoin and kisses him like he's trying to swallow the words, ready now to be done with talking until he's sufficiently pushed Kakyoin over the edge.
But done with talking isn't the same as done with thinking, and he's certainly back to thinking now. With all his other thoughts so pleasantly cleared from his mind by the machine, there's all the space in the world for new ones to fill it. Hierophant, writhing around inside of him. Kakyoin, practicing because he can't stand not being perfect at anything, even when it's bizarro kinky sex bullshit. Hierophant, sliding inside Kakyoin the way he so easily slips into Jotar—
Oh.]
I'll show you distracted.
[Enough fucking around, he thinks, with flush in his cheeks and his breath caught in his lungs. Enough. It's enough. Now he just wants to see the look on Kakyoin's face when he comes.]
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[It's an echo. It's agreement. It's affirmation. It's even obedience. He leans into Kakyoin and kisses him like he's trying to swallow the words, ready now to be done with talking until he's sufficiently pushed Kakyoin over the edge.
But done with talking isn't the same as done with thinking, and he's certainly back to thinking now. With all his other thoughts so pleasantly cleared from his mind by the machine, there's all the space in the world for new ones to fill it. Hierophant, writhing around inside of him. Kakyoin, practicing because he can't stand not being perfect at anything, even when it's bizarro kinky sex bullshit. Hierophant, sliding inside Kakyoin the way he so easily slips into Jotar—
Oh.]
I'll show you distracted.
[Enough fucking around, he thinks, with flush in his cheeks and his breath caught in his lungs. Enough. It's enough. Now he just wants to see the look on Kakyoin's face when he comes.]