[It only takes that slight bit of encouragement to compel Ikenna to touch him once again. Kailas’s hand stills at his own hip, and yet Ikenna continues, his fingers drawing further down his frame, affectionately caressing his sensitive skin. With every moment that touch lingers, Kailas feels more heat rise to his face. His eyes close firmly, his head tipping away once again as a particularly hard shudder passes through him. Ikenna’s fingertips feel electric, sending tiny shockwaves through him as they move.
Suffice to say, Kailas is nowhere near prepared for that firm touch to his erection. The half-demon starts, his hips jerking hard, and his lips parting to release a gasping cry.] A-ah…! That…. [Kailas stumbles over his own words. He hadn’t anticipated that touch, because it’s not what he was encouraging Ikenna toward. Even now, Ikenna’s touch is wandering far too slow for his liking. Must he be even more direct?
Kailas’s expression pinkens further, and he bites his lip—all tell-tale signs of his embarrassment. Once again, he reaches out, persistently grabbing onto the demon’s hand. He directs Ikenna’s fingertips exactly where they need to be, at his entrance.] H-here…. [he urges, breathlessly.]