Of all the dragons, Kija was the most easily read by far, unable to disguise his feelings, and this was no different. While he couldn't recall a time in which he felt more wholly at a loss and unsure where to progress from the moment than now, pleasure and emotion read like a book. Where perhaps logic and the mind failed, his body reacted naturally to the feathery touches and stimulation. He didn't have to think for his cheeks to flush as something sparked hot inside his stomach. His fingers naturally gripped Jae-Ha more tightly, and his body shifted against the knee that gently pressed further up between his legs as the warmth of Jae-Ha's weight drew nearer.
And after their day, something about it didn't bring any fight or protest.
Kija's heart felt so unbearably heavy and selfishly hurt when at the same time he was genuinely happy for the new found relationship between Yona and Hak. But for the first time all day, that wasn't what lingered on his mind. Somehow it was liberating, The clean air, warmth against him, and scent of the other man all mixed together in a strange cocktail that simultaneously relaxed him and made him squirm. The attention to his skin and the delicate, but forceful drag of his nails elicited a half moan. This time, he wasn't able to swallow it down.
Everything that transpired between them in the moment went against everything he had originally considered normal conduct. And yet, he felt arousal despite that. Confused, the press of those soft lips upon his body left him somehow aroused and aching for more.
"Then you desire to be touched...?" He finally asked. The knee between his legs made too much movement without an involuntary shudder impossible. It pressed just right, and he thought Jae-Ha knew that his mouth, body, and hands played along him like one of his instruments. "Like this?" In the way that Jae-Ha grasped him, and made it difficult to remain still.