*Really, by this point, Ikenna has lost count of the times he’s found himself surprised—overwhelmed—by Kailas’s strong reactions to his touch. Perhaps by this point he should come to expect those hard shivers in response to his lingering caresses down the younger man’s frame, perhaps the stuttering breaths shouldn’t be so utterly surprising, and yet when Kailas gives that sharp cry, stumbles over his words, Ikenna still finds his focus snapping back to Kailas’s pink face in surprise. He can’t help but outright stare in awe, taking in the half-demon’s flushed cheeks, the vivid red lining his tightly closed eyes—he’s so very affected by Ikenna’s touch, and that is more than enough to bring forth another breathless sound from his own parted lips.
Of course, he doesn’t have long to pause and simply stare. It’s clear that Kailas has other ideas, his hand taking hold of his own, abruptly drawing him down to the destination he had been otherwise slowly bringing himself to. Ikenna takes in a sharp breath, his lips curving into a smile.* Oh? Hah. If you insist—ah…. *he attempts, voice soft, teasing—affectionate, so very affectionate as he traces a warm fingertip carefully against Kailas’s entrance.
It isn’t that he’s mindfully hesitating, it isn’t even an attempt to tease at this point. He’s just so very captivated by that embarrassment flooding Kailas’s beautiful face, the way he trembles beneath him, he—he’s made the man wait long enough, hasn’t he?
Ikenna tips the open container of lubricant against his hand, messily coats it, dribbles it against Kailas’s entrance; he doesn’t have it in him to care about neatness or order at this point. He slides his warm fingers against this perfectly insistent, beautiful man.* Here, Kailas. *he whispers, pressing a finger slowly, carefully, deeply within him.*