Ikenna and Kailas's Epic Romance 2/2 Ikenna: *Ikenna can’t help but smile a bit as Kailas shifts almost impatiently beneath him—through a breathless little wince of his own, of course, as that motion makes Ikenna fully aware of just how sensitive his lower half is to even this much stimulation. Not that it’s a particular surprise at this point. Ikenna’s entire frame is tingling with that ever growing sensation, each kiss, each touch, each sound or breath against his skin—it all only continues to build.
And then comes that cry as Kailas abruptly draws away from their kiss. He blinks through the pleasant haze—even now, despite how captivating those sounds are, they also come as a bit of a surprise. Knowing that these sounds are for Ikenna… It’s a little difficult to fully grasp.*
Hah… I did say I would give you what you want, didn’t I? *he softly murmurs, drawing his hands to Kailas’s at his shirt, helping the younger man remove it. He casts it aside—fuck order at this point—his slender torso now in view. He tries not to think too deeply about his own too-pale skin, instead casting the man beneath him that little smirk still in place on his red lips.* Better? _________________________________
Kailas: Much…. [comes Kailas’s one-word response. In all honesty, he’s quite blown away by Ikenna’s bare upper-half. His pale skin is faintly lit by the moonlight, revealing more than enough to entrance Kailas. He’s caught up in the curve of his hip, the outline of his abdomen, the shape of the two pert nipples atop his chest. His gaze lingers for what is probably far too long, taking in every single one of Ikenna’s features, before he moves forward. Kailas takes hold of those slim hips, caressing them faintly with his thumbs, and begins delivering firm, open-mouthed kisses to the man’s right shoulder.] _________________________________
Ikenna: Hah… I’m glad. *Ikenna isn’t particularly self-conscious about his appearance, his pale skin or slender frame—he’s learned to let that go a very long time ago, really—but he also still finds it both somewhat surprising and relieving when Kailas’s gaze lingers, his eyes bright and alive with passion, reflecting almost luminescent in the low lighting.*
Mm. *He releases a soft, appreciative sound as Kailas finally makes his move, hands at his hips, lips at his shoulder. Yes. He won’t linger on his own thoughts. He’s much too captivated by this man beneath him.
Ikenna gives a slow, firm shift, pressing in against Kailas’s lower half fully with his aching own, leaning in over Kailas, allowing for better access to his bare shoulder. Meanwhile, his own hands are again on the move, his left slipped entirely under Kailas’s shirt, short nails tracing lightly against his skin as he travels the expanse of his torso. He traces and caresses, his motions teasing and light. His other hand is working its way through Kailas’s hair, caressing his scalp, encouraging him along with another of those quiet moans.* What else can I do to make it better? _________________________________
Kailas: [Kailas is in the middle of delivering another, hard wet kiss to Ikenna’s shoulder when suddenly, he finds his vision going white. In that moment, all he knows is a sensation of pleasure—buzzing, tingling from his head, all the way down to his groin. Without necessarily meaning to, he mimick’s Ikenna’s gesture. His back arches, his hands grip Ikenna’s hips tightly, and his lower half thrusts against Ikenna’s with enthusiasm. Before, he hadn’t noticed, but now, it’s quite obvious—he’s straining against his pants, fully erect and eager for continued contact. Kailas lets out a shuddering moan against Ikenna’s shoulder, his breath hitching as he takes in all of these new sensations.]
All of it… take off all of it. [Kailas pants against his shoulder. His fingers are seeking inside the waist of his pants now. If they can remove this barrier, he’ll be able to have the close contact he so desperately desires.] _________________________________
Ikenna: *Ikenna lets out a quiet, shaking sigh as Kailas’s returns that motion, further flooding him with an overload of tingling warmth. He lowers his head just a bit, allowing himself a moment to simply relish in the sensations that Kailas’s touch—Kailas’s gasping, shuddering breaths—brings him.
Still, distracted as he may be, he can’t help but smile at that request, that insistent hand at his waist.* Mm. All of it? *He tips in, lips brushing against Kailas’s ear:* That includes yours, then, doesn’t it? It’s hardly fair to leave these on you… don’t you think? *he murmurs, his own hand still underneath Kailas’s shirt, and he gives another firm thrust against Kailas’s groin, in case that wandering touch isn’t enough.* _________________________________
Kailas: [As if Kailas wasn’t already a quivering, moaning mess, Ikenna’s soft voice at his ear is enough to make him practically melt into the man. Somehow, it’s the murmured suggestion—rather than the implication behind it, the thrill of what’s to come—that really gets Kailas going. That, and the hand wandering so teasingly along his torso. He begins to prepare a response—his lips part, eyes drawing to Ikenna’s own—when that sudden thrust against him occurs. The half-demon jerks up in response, a sound that is halfway between a moan and a whine escaping his pink lips.
He won’t be deterred, however. Kailas regains his focus, and continues his quest to seek into Ikenna’s pants. He shoves one side of the pair down his hips, his legs, bit by bit.] B-both… then. _________________________________
Ikenna: Hah… *For a moment, all Ikenna can really manage is to pull back enough to stare down at the man beneath him, taking in that pink-tinted face, those beautiful eyes. That reaction, whimpered moan—it’s fucking perfect, so much so that for a moment he’s at an utter loss. More so than he should be, more so than he’s willing to think too deeply on, of course.
Ikenna gives a blink of his red eyes, finally managing a breathy, affectionate scoff.* Of course. Both, then. *He’s not going to argue with this. He moves to help his impatient lover push down his pants, revealing more of his pale, slender frame. Still. He’s not going to pass up the chance to return the favor before he removes the final article of clothing currently restricting his groin. it only seems fair, after all.*
Both. *he repeats, hands reaching forward, now intent to remove Kailas of his shirt. He’ll start there, yes.* _________________________________
Kailas: [Ikenna reveals more of his body, exposing warm, pale skin inch by inch. As if he’s starving, Kailas devours it eagerly with his hands, his palms sliding eagerly along Ikenna’s thighs, down to the back of his legs, then back to those thighs once more. He squeezes them, lightly at first, his touch becoming more firm over time.
He finds him distracted by Ikenna’s insistent touch at the hem of his shirt. Realizing his intentions, Kailas moves to swiftly remove his own shirt. He tosses it aside carelessly, attempting to remain calm and unaffected. In truth, he’s feeling somewhat nervous as he reveals more of his body to Ikenna. He’s so enamored with this man—with every touch, every kiss, every newly revealed part of his body—will he feel the same way about him?] _________________________________
Ikenna: *It must be more than obvious that he’s outright staring, yet Ikenna simply can’t draw his gaze away once Kailas pulls that shirt from his frame, revealing his lean torso. And why should he? He wants to take his time in this moment, to appreciate each and every part of this entrancing man beneath him. His skin is so very tempting, cool and honestly impossible not to touch. Ikenna’s hands glide carefully against Kailas, tracing his sides, his abdomen, up, until his thumbs trace the man’s nipples.
He’s beautiful. Perfectly beautiful and… and beneath Ikenna. Again, he can’t help but feel a little overwhelmed by this fact alone. Kailas’s face flushed, his eyes so very bright with need—he can’t look away. He won’t.* You really are so beautiful, you know. *he quietly murmurs, thumbs continuing to trace circles, firm and unrelenting.* _________________________________
Kailas: [Those passionate red eyes are staring him down, searching up and down his prone form. Their fire heats his skin, causing it to pinken even further, sending shivers coursing down his frame. The half-demon eventually buckles under the heat, his gaze drawing away from Ikenna’s own; so much for seeming unaffected.
Suddenly, warm hands are touching him once again. Kailas glances back at Ikenna, and then down to his hands. They’re mobile, moving up his torso steadily, determinedly.] Ah… [Kailas breathes, the sound once again hitching in his throat. His breaths grow more unsteady with each passing moment, with the growing firmness of the man’s touch, until he’s nearly panting once more.
Ikenna’s honest, quiet words rob him of the rest of his coherence, swiftly and without warning. Kailas squeezes his eyes shut and bites down on his lower lip. He’s too overwhelmed by feelings of joy and contentment to process an immediate response. Finally, he manages a soft, breathless.] Idiot… you’re the beautiful one. _________________________________
Ikenna: Hah. I’m glad you think so, but… I think you may be a little confused. *he softly teases, although he’s fully aware that his own voice is more than a little breathless and affected as well. It’s difficult not to be. Kailas’s heavy breaths under his touch send such pleasant sensations through him, seemingly from fingertip to chest, to groin, to bare legs. There’s really no part of him that isn’t affected by Kailas’s gasping breaths, that expression, his eyes tightly closed, the way he bites down on his own lip as if to somehow contain those perfect reactions of his…
Ikenna wants more of it. All of it. He tilts in close, resting warm lips against his lover’s chest, wet, open mouthed kisses trailing the expanse of his chest, his shoulders, drawing back to his ear.* You are. And I want to see more of you, Kaichii. All of you… *he whispers, honest and soft as a hand now travels down his stomach, short nails tracing a path to the button of his lover’s pants.* _________________________________
Kailas: [Kailas forces out a petulant scoff as Ikenna refutes his claim. Of course he would argue with him on this. And yet, the evidence is plainly clear before him. Ikenna is downright breathtaking in every way. His pale, lithe form, his red lips, those fiery eyes. Even beyond that—especially beyond that, in Kailas’s opinions—the rich sound of Ikenna’s voice, the gentleness of his touch, his overwhelmingly kind aura. Kailas is blown away by his beauty. There’s no easy way for him to voice this, however, and so he simply gives a feeble shake of his head.
It’s hard to stay focused on pursuing a line of argument, regardless, because Ikenna’s hands and lips are on the move once more. The sensation of his mouth against his skin is enough to draw another shaking breath out of him. He reaches forward, drawing his fingers through Ikenna’s hair and wordlessly encouraging him onward. Each kiss adds to the growing surge of warmth in his core, and leaves behind a cool, tingling sensation. Kailas winces as Ikenna’s wet mouth settles against his ear, his body trembling faintly under this final touch. He steels himself for what he knows is coming next. This time, when Ikenna begins speaking to him in that quiet, kind voice, he’s more prepared. He only breathes a low, quiet sigh in response to it.]
Then… [Kailas’s hand draws alongside Ikenna’s, laying atop of it.] Let me show you all of me. [he attempts, just a bit of that confidence returning to him. He encourages Ikenna to undo that button, and assists him with the removal of his pants.] _________________________________
Ikenna: Hah… *It’s interesting how just the feel of Kailas’s hand resting against his own, encouraging him on, adds to the utterly intense sensation of warmth absolutely flooding his being. Though by this point? Hardly surprising. With each sound of Kailas’s voice, each breath, each touch to his hair and skin—how had he not allowed himself to admit to just how utterly captivated by this beautiful man he is? Honestly. A master of denial or not, it’s a little much, even for Ikenna. The depth of emotion that swells in his chest, the shivering warmth that outweighs any amount of fire energy contained within him, he… it’s more than enough to force a shaky breath from his lips.
After a moment of delay, a pause to recollect his focus to something other than Kailas’s touch, his breathless voice, how undeserving he really is to have such a vibrant man in so fucking many ways beneath him, he…*
Thank you. *he murmurs, and he means it. He does. He slowly eases Kailas’s pants from his lean frame, red eyes carefully taking in each new bit of skin revealed. He strokes along the man’s thighs, moving steadily inward.* _________________________________
Kailas: [Ikenna’s words of thanks don’t quite make sense to the half-demon. If anything? Kailas is the one who feels grateful. Having Ikenna with him in this way, actually interested in touching him, holding him, being with him this way physically….] D-don’t… [Kailas attempts, although he doesn’t elaborate any further on this remark. Instead, he focuses on assisting Ikenna with the task of removing his pants. They slide down his hips, and with a slight shift, they’re being forced all the way off his ankles.
Kailas would normally feel cool at this point, but with Ikenna’s fire energy at full-force against him, and his warm touch against his legs, he only feels hotter. The blond struggles not to twitch or shift away from that touch, actually—it’s overwhelmingly warm, reaching him in all the right places.] I-Ikenna…. [Kailas glances down at this touch, realizing exactly where the man’s attentions are heading. He sucks in an uneven breath as desires stirs within him, growing ever more oppressive. He reaches out, once again resting a hand on Ikenna’s shoulder, willing him onward.] ________________________________
Ikenna: *Ikenna’s gaze draws from Kailas’s legs as his name slips from the younger man’s lips. He focuses up, meeting those vibrant eyes, taking in the expressions playing across his flushed face. Perhaps he’s still seeking permission, or maybe it’s just the sound of his name uttered with that breathless, perfect voice of Kailas’s, but he waits for a moment, simply meeting the man’s gaze, a faint, affectionate smile in place on his lips. Kailas is so very… he could stare forever. He’s fairly certain of this fact. Still. He wants to provide more, to feel and give so much more.
With Kailas’s hand resting against his shoulder, encouraging him forward, he gives a slight nod of his head, tipping back down, closely against the half demon. His warm hands stroke Kailas’s inner thighs, trailing up, up, closer to the man’s underwear concealed groin.* This really does look uncomfortable, Kaichii. *he softly teases, his hand sliding carefully across the article in question—more importantly, the bulge clearly present within. He gives a stroke, followed by another, cupping against the man in what he’s fully aware is an unfairly teasing gesture, really.* _________________________________
Kailas: [Kailas’s gaze follows Ikenna’s, focusing eventually on the hands atop his thighs. Ikenna’s touch is so careful, so purposeful. He’s being so thorough. Kailas knows it’s for his benefit, and honestly, the thought that this man would pay him so much kind attention is an overwhelming thought. It’s easier to get lost in the moment than to think of the larger implications.
He does just that, emitting another low whine when Ikenna’s hand begins to deliver attention to his obviously aroused lower half. There are two hands at Ikenna’s shoulders now, as if Kailas is bracing himself against these affections.] H-hah… you... you’ve been thorough. [he manages between hard breaths. Kailas shifts, his hips pressing forward, crotch firmly rubbing against Ikenna’s touch.] _________________________________
Ikenna: Oh? Have I? *Ikenna teases, that affectionate little smile on his red lips only growing as Kailas shifts and moans at his touch. He’s pressing up, rubbing into his palm, those hands resting against his shoulders—it makes Ikenna want to press, touch, and caress that much more. And so he does just that, his warm palm giving more of those strokes, firm and slow, his focus set carefully to Kailas’s pink face.
Slowly, oh so slowly, he draws his hand to the band of the half-demon’s underwear, warm fingers slipping underneath, touching bare skin.* Hah… *He breathes a sigh of his own, carefully easing those restrictive garments down, just a bit.* Thorough enough, Kaichii? Anything else… hah, anything else I should do? _________________________________
Kailas: [Kailas’s breathing grows more rapid as Ikenna’s touch grows more firm. Even though there is a barrier between himself and Ikenna’s touch, it’s fulfilling all the same. It causes the same sensations—his blood feels like its rushing within him, numbing all other sensations and thoughts. All that’s left is the feeling of desire slowly pulling at him, making him feel such intense need and want. Kailas’s eyes close, his lips parting as he begins to utter soft noises.] N-nnh… hah….
[He gives a sudden start as Ikenna’s fingers wind their way into his underwear. The half-demon’s eyes draw back open, and he finds himself swallowing hard, his gaze set expectantly on Ikenna’s hands. Ikenna’s teasing words are enough to push him over the edge.] I-idiot… take them off already. [he requests breathlessly.] _________________________________
Ikenna: Hah, of course. If you insist… *He gives a quiet, breathy little scoff, nothing but affectionate. He doesn’t have to be asked twice. The fire demon now has both hands at Kailas’s underwear, easing them down slowly, unable to look away as bit by bit, Kailas is revealed. It’s one thing to feel through a layer of cloth, but to see the man fully nude before him, clearly so very aroused, he… he can’t help but simply stare in awe. It’s all that he could have imagined and more—far more, truly.* Ah… better, Kailas? *he finally inquires, a hand lightly stroking at Kailas’s bare leg.* _________________________________
Kailas: [The feeling of his underwear being removed is almost painful at this point, the fabric faintly rubbing against his aching, sensitive skin as it is pulled down. When he’s finally released from its confines, he can’t help but breathe a deep sigh. It’s very much a relieving sensation. Or at least, it is… until he notices Ikenna staring. It’s an uncomfortable feeling, but understandable at least in some ways. Truthfully, he’s just as curious about Ikenna’s anatomy.]
Better, but… [Kailas takes a slow breath in, his gaze drawing to Ikenna’s lower half. He sits himself up a bit, moving in closer to the man.] You said both, didn’t you? [he mumbles. There’s a moment of hesitation, before Kailas’s hands slide down Ikenna’s frame, settling now at his hips. His eyes lock onto his clothed erection. The thoughts that are running through his head were fantastical, at one point, but now….] For what I want… both of us have to be…. [Kailas whispers as his thumbs slide into Ikenna’s underwear, beginning to draw it down carefully.] _________________________________
Ikenna: *Ah, yes. He definitely is staring. Kailas has noticed this much, hasn’t he? Ikenna gives a hard blink, forcing his gaze back to Kailas’s face. Kailas’s focus of course is also set on a particular place, and Ikenna can’t help but give another of those affectionate little scoffs. Well, at least he isn’t the only one then, although he’s fairly certain he has nothing to offer beneath his underwear that is nearly as impressive as Kailas himself.
Still, he fully welcomes when Kailas moves in, hands at his slender hips.* Mm. And… what is it that you want, Kailas? *he softly inquires, a hand drawing up, resting against the man’s cheek. He’s content to let Kailas strip him bare—he’s aching by this point, utterly on fire, and he—Kailas’s hands slipping down his underwear send such a hard shiver traversing his heated frame.* _________________________________
Kailas: [Ikenna’s affectionate touch at his cheek effectively distracts him from the task at hand. He leans against it, enjoying this simple gesture. It’s somehow grounding, reassuring. Kailas isn’t one sex that’s void of some sense of companionship—not anymore—and this touch reinforces that connection. His heart, racing as it might be, feels full when Ikenna touches him in this way. In hopes of reciprocating this feeling, Kailas draws in closer, pressing his lips firmly against Ikenna’s. He lingers there for a moment, lips brushing faintly against lips, before he outright presses his forehead against Ikenna’s in an affectionate gesture.
Fulfilled by these gestures, Kailas makes an attempt to finally answer Ikenna’s question. His hands are alive again, moving into Ikenna’s underwear and drawing it down slowly. The half-demon whispers his utmost desire then, speaking it against Ikenna’s lips as he finally frees him from the confines of his pants.] I… I want you inside of me…. [he manages, his lips only trembling faintly.] _________________________________
Ikenna: Mm. *Ikenna is a bit surprised when Kailas pauses to tip into his touch—he’s that much more surprised in such a wonderful way when the younger man presses his lips against Ikenna’s, his forehead a cool sensation against his own. It’s honestly… more than the hands at his hips, it’s distracting, giving him a moment to simply stroke at Kailas’s cheek and appreciate the deep sense of fulfillment their closeness provides. It’s a swelling feeling within his chest, filling him in ways that are best not to think too deeply on, honestly, as he—ah… to even imagine this much, to imagine that Kailas wants this much from Ikenna, so eager and yet somehow gentle, genuine, honest, he… it’s a little frightening how content this makes him feel.
Still, he doesn’t have that long to reflect on this, as Kailas is on the move once more, sliding his underwear down. The friction of cloth and the coolness of the air as he’s released from his confines send a fresh tingling warmth through his being. It’s nothing, however, compared to those words whispered against his lips.*
H-hah… ah… *Ikenna takes in a deep, shuddering breath, his eyes closing and his body utterly alight with a flood of sensation. It’s a more than obvious tell, just how utterly much those words affect him. His core, his chest—it fills him in ways that he can’t even begin to describe. … Nor would he, even if he could.* If… hah. If that’s what you want, then Kailas… I’d like nothing more than to be inside of you. *he murmurs against Kailas’s lips, thumb stroking gently against the half demon’s cheek.* _________________________________
Kailas: [The impact of his words are immediately apparent on Ikenna’s face. Kailas is completely enamored with his every reaction—the way those breaths leave his bright lips, the vivid expression on his normally hard-to-read face. Kailas is so taken in by these reactions that he barely manages to draw Ikenna’s underwear any further down—it rests limply atop his thighs, as Kailas’s hands instead draw back into the man’s red hair.
Ikenna’s reply is more than he could have ever hoped for. To think that he wants this just as badly as Kailas does… it’s still an unreal thought. He can’t control his excitement. The blond leans in, drawing Ikenna into another hard, impassioned kiss.] _________________________________
Ikenna: Hah… Kailas, I... *Again, Ikenna finds himself caught just a bit off guard by the eager intensity of Kailas’s rather sudden kiss. He tilts in just as enthusiastically, however, lips parting, hands carefully taking hold of both sides of the blond’s face. He strokes at his cheeks as his tongue slides against his lips, seeking permission to enter that cool mouth—the taste is intoxicating and has very little to do with the lingering alcohol on his breath. It’s Kailas, uniquely Kailas, and Ikenna really can’t get enough of it.
He presses in close against Kailas’s nude frame with his own, deepening their contact—he needs more of it. So much more.* _________________________________
Kailas: [Every action generates such an enthused reaction from Ikenna. It’s still shocking, in some ways, that he happily returns his kiss—even furthers it. This time, though, the shock is quick to wear off. Instead, he’s left with that fulfilling sense of happiness, that airy and infectious feeling. Kailas lets it fully take hold of him, embraces the sensation of his own cheeks heating in a flush, and opens his mouth so that he can deeply kiss this amazing man.]
Ikenna… [he softly mumbles between their mouths. Decisively, the half-demon leans back, slowly drawing the man fully against him. It’s clear that he wants their bodies closer, and Kailas is on the exact same page. He wants all of Ikenna on him, with him, inside of him.] _________________________________
Ikenna: Hah… *Ikenna breathes another of those sighs against Kailas’s lips, more than content to be drawn against Kailas. Without breaking their kiss, he positions himself carefully atop Kailas, shifting them so that the half-demon’s head rests back against the mattress in a comfortable manner. Now, he’s free to not only deliver more of those kisses, lips wet, tongue caressing against Kailas’s, but his hands wander, sliding along Kailas’s nude frame.
The warmth this provides it outstanding. Ikenna has had plenty of experience with fire, to say the very least, but this one is nothing but pleasant, threatening to utterly consume him in such a wonderful way.* You’re so… hah, Kailas… *he murmurs between kisses, thoughts thankfully fragmented. He presses in closer against Kailas’s nude frame, wincing softly at the friction each and every motion provides.* _________________________________
Kailas: [It’s been so long since either of them has taken a drink, and yet, somehow, Ikenna’s lips are more intoxicating than ever. Without the bitter taste of the whiskey, Kailas is free to fully taste the man, to enjoy the sweetness of his mouth and the unrelenting warmth of his tongue. He kisses him insistently, breaking only to allow for Ikenna’s—admittedly adorable—whispers and small breaths, but otherwise focusing entirely on mapping out every centimeter of Ikenna’s mouth.
He’s just as good at multi-tasking as Ikenna is, though. He’s more than capable of touching the ma while kissing him. He does just that, stroking along his shoulders, drawing nails against his back and carefully squeezing his buttocks. He presses Ikenna firmly against himself, and gently thrusts his hips upward, marveling at the amazing sensation that this gesture results in.] Ah… [he moans through their kiss.] _________________________________
Ikenna: Hah… mm… *Ikenna breathes out more of those soft moans as Kailas only deepens the contact between them, his hips thrusting up, his hands stroking, touching, squeezing. Of course, Ikenna is hardly idle himself. His hands stroke and wander, and he gives a slow, firm roll of his hips, making certain to meet Kailas’s groin with firm pressure.
He wants to hear more of Kailas’s uneven breaths, his moans, whimpers, he—more than anything, he wants to add to that pleasure the man is clearly feeling. He responds to each kiss, to each touch with more touch, more careful motions. His hand slides down Kailas’s side, stroking and caressing.
Finally, however, he pulls back just a bit to take in a much-needed breath, bright eyes focused solely on that beautiful face. He’s entranced, and he… he can’t resist. He tips in, now pressing kisses to his cheeks, his chin, his neck.* _________________________________
Kailas: [Ikenna’s attempts to make him feel deeper and greater pleasure are successful in ways he probably doesn’t even realize. Kailas is drowning in sensation, barely able to breathe beneath the waves of sheer delight overcoming him. Every stroke of Ikenna’s skilled hands down his frame, every languid thrust of his hips against his sensitive lower half—it’s all adding up, layering, leaving him a fuzzy-headed mess, barely capable of stringing together a coherent thought. All that he can think to do is simply cling to Ikenna, hold him insistently, and moan softly into their shared kiss.
It’s the breaking of that kiss that helps him resurface. He grabs hold of coherence, if only briefly. His chest feels heavy with pleasure, his body buzzing with need, and he knows just how dangerous all of this is. As Ikenna kisses down along his neck, his lips seemingly heading lower, Kailas manages to voice that concern.]
W-wait… [he mumbles, voice still hoarse and breathless from pleasure.] Nnh… If you keep this up, I…. [The admission brings heat back to his face. He tips away, that self-consciousness overcoming him. He’s being far too honest, but that desire to hold Ikenna within him, to give everything he has to this man, is far too strong to deny. Kailas’s hand comes up to shield his face as the words escape him:] H-hah… take me, Ikenna, please…. _________________________________
Ikenna: *Ikenna, as utterly caught up as he in his exploration of Kailas’s skin with his lips, wet kisses and lingering touches, immediately pauses when the younger man utters that wait. The demon gives a blink of his eyes, drawing back from his lover’s shoulder to instead carefully take in Kailas’s expression. Has he done something wrong? The momentary uncertainty immediately fades from his own pale face as Kailas elaborates, his lips parting as he attempts a particularly breathless inhale, which unsurprisingly catches in his throat. That’s really… how does he even begin to process this? To not only know that Kailas is so greatly affected by his attentions, but to have Kailas so honest beneath him, so self-conscious, hiding away that beautiful face… It’s simply too much.*
Hah… I… of course. I will, but… *Ikenna murmurs, affectionately, gently. He moves to place a hand at Kailas’s, hoping to draw it away from his face.* Look at me. Kailas, please? *he softly requests, free hand now stroking back blond strands, each motion careful.* _________________________________
Kailas:[It takes some internal coaching, but eventually Kailas allows Ikenna’s hand to draw his own away from his face. His gaze remains pointed away, however, aquamarine eyes focused at some indistinct piece of fuzz on the comforter. His heart is racing too fast for him to think straight, and he knows for sure that if he turns his eyes toward Ikenna, he’ll be drawn back into utter incoherence. He has no defense for the warmth that emanates from Ikenna’s very being, or the kindness of his gaze….
Yet, that soft voice is so entrancing, so compelling, and Kailas can’t keep himself from answering that request. He turns toward him slowly, revealing pink cheeks and a highly uncertain expression.]
Y-yes? [he asks, his voice only faintly trembling.] _________________________________
Ikenna: *Ikenna patiently waits for Kailas to do as requested, never quite managing to release Kailas’s hand, even once it’s drawn away from that flushed face. He keeps hold of Kailas’s hand with his warm own, thumb lightly tracing his palm as he continues to watch Kailas closely, the way his gaze doesn’t quite move to meet his own, the way he seems so uncertain beneath him.
Finally, finally, Kailas apparently works up his courage, his resolve, or whatever it is that allows for him to meet his gaze, those vibrant, so very fucking expressive eyes enough to sweep Ikenna’s thoughts away, right along with whatever it was that lay on the tip of his tongue.
His lips part but nothing comes. He’s caught in that gaze, his heart racing in his chest, that swelling emotion almost painful in its sudden and complete intensity.* I… ah. *Ikenna blinks, blinks again, before tipping in close, closer still.* … You don’t have to hide from me, Kailas. Never from me. *he finally softly manages, his words quiet and honest—but perhaps not the words that had almost escaped him. Perhaps not as honest as the surging emotions pooling such warmth in his core.* _________________________________
Kailas: [Ikenna’s infinitely deep red eyes are staring him down once more. Before, it would have been an impossibly uncomfortable sensation. In some ways, it still is. His gaze is too honest, too intense for Kailas to handle—it seems like he can burn right through him with just one hard look. Yet… now that they’ve come this far, he can see something more within that gaze. There’s passion, longing, and something foreign. He feels compelled to try and comprehend it, but as he looks into those eyes, he feels so out of his depth. All he knows is that whatever it is, it resonates within him, stirring up feelings within his chest and stomach that are completely separate from that physical desire.
Finally, their staring contest is broken, and Ikenna begins to utter those kind, honest words to him. Kailas blinks back in return. Those strange feelings—they’re trying to break from his body and choking him up. His eyes are faintly watery, his breaths unsteady.] I-I won’t, then. I won’t hide. [he mumbles, his voice breaking only faintly. Kailas reaches out, cupping Ikenna’s cheek in his cool hand. He moves upward, pressing his forehead against Ikenna’s.] I… I want to give you everything…. _________________________________
Ikenna: *Ikenna stares in quiet wonderment as Kailas’s already so very expressive eyes tear up, holding such a depth of emotion that Ikenna is almost frightened to continue to meet them. If he does, what will he say? What careless words will slip from his parted lips? He knows, doesn’t he? He knows what that swelling emotion is that’s threatening to drown him, taking away his breath in all of its intensity, and that’s, ah….*
Kailas… I want the same, I… do. I want you to feel, everything, I want to give you, ah… *Ikenna murmurs, tipping so very heavily against that hand at his cheek, allowing himself to simply breathe for a moment.* I… hah. I should get something for this, though, Kailas. I have… In my bag… *he softly begins, though finds himself not quite finishing that sentence. He’s far too focused on expressing that deep emotion that he won’t give a name to, drawing Kailas’s hand into his own once more, pulling it to his lips to place a kiss to the back of it.* _________________________________
Kailas: [Kailas is content to remain connected to Ikenna—skin to skin, breaths mingling—for the time being. It’s hard to describe just how fulfilling it is to simply rest against him and take in his warmth, his scent, and his comforting aura. It’s intimacy in its most pure form—not sexuality, but actual closeness. Kailas craves it, and although he would never admit it to Ikenna, he might desire it even more than the carnal connection that they have been steadily building up to.
Nonetheless, when Ikenna begins speaking about retrieving something from his bag, Kailas can’t help but feel his stomach tighten in excitement, and his lower half outright throb with need. The kiss to his hand successfully checks that wanton physical need, while simultaneously soothing his cravings for intimacy and closeness.
Somewhere inside of Kailas’s clouded mind, there’s a realization. There’s no reason that Ikenna should feel the need to touch him like this, to show him such affection—no reason beyond his feelings going deeper than want and need, just as Kailas’s do. He really hopes that’s the case, anyway. His gut had been right once that night—why not again?]
Do what you need to do… [Kailas mumbles in reply, his voice a low whisper.] But… we only need the two of us for this. [he says with a soft laugh, his lips curling into a faintly devious smile. Perhaps he is far too trusting, but… he knows there’s nothing to be risked here.] _________________________________
Ikenna: *Ikenna blinks in reply to this suggestion of Kailas’s, very much distracted by that playful, devious smile, and the implications—the temptations—that it brings. Yes, for a brief moment, it may be somewhat tempting, honestly, that thought of abandoning his bag and the modest collection of supplies thankfully still tucked away within it—and who knew that it would be of any use here anyway?—but really, he…
More than the temptation, more than that teasing smile and soft, whispered voice, it’s the notion that there’s a certain amount of trust and intimacy in it, isn’t there? True, Kailas is arguably somewhat careless in regards to his own wellbeing, and yet still… the offer, the suggestion, it’s somewhat surprising. It only serves to add to that sensation welling up within him, beyond the physical warmth of their nude frames pressed against one another, far beyond any mere physical touch or sensation alone.*
Hah… as tempting as that may be, I do try to be responsible, Kaichii. *he finally responds, his own smile teasing and soft. He doesn’t draw away just yet however, still utterly taken in by that smile, by the feel of Kailas’s hand still held in his own.* You’ll humor me won’t you? _________________________________