[For a moment, Kailas finds himself more drawn to the quality of Ikenna’s voice—that quiet, breathless drawl—than his words. He’s at a loss. What did he just say? Were his words important? Kailas draws his gaze back to Ikenna’s gorgeous face, and merely blinks, his expression one of pure adoration.
His stare jerks down as Ikenna raises his hand, revealing the items he’d recovered from his bag. For a man with particular tastes, the items are fairly nondescript. Nonetheless, their existence is enough to draw that slight flush to Kailas’s cheeks once more, and to make his markings glow faintly. Very soon, Kailas realizes, it won’t be all talk—he’ll get to live one of his most intense fantasies, and have this man joined with him, connected deep inside of him.
Kailas swallows, hard, and releases a soft, shaky breath.] Do you… believe you’ll need any help using them? [he asks, voice suddenly hesitant, uncertain.] I can get myself ready, if you—if that….