*Ikenna takes a long moment to even begin to process the expressions overtaking Kailas's face--the look of outright affection, the adorably beautiful flush spreading across his face, the vividness of his markings emphasizing such mesmerizing eyes, it's... Well. It's a little difficult to even wrap his mind around, and yet Kailas only adds to his captivation with that question, spoken with such a hesitant, genuine sound.
Kailas is so very beautiful, so utterly perfect beneath him, gazing up at him with those vibrant eyes, and he... Ikenna is entirely unable to force that typical calm lack of expression--and why would he? The least he can do is smile, warm, gently, down at this man in all of his uncertainty, and tilt in to whisper against his ear:* The question isn't whether I need the help, Kailas. It's what you want, remember? I said it before, didn't I? Everything you want... I want to give it to you. Can I?