A-ah, hah… *As Kailas draws him in that much closer, those lean legs wrapping securely about him, an arm guiding him in, deep, deeper still, Ikenna can initially only manage a soft, utterly breathless sound. Again, he can’t help but be keenly aware of how intensely he feels warmth bubbling within him; it isn’t nearly as simple as the overwhelming physical sensations of his warmth mingling with Kailas’s coolness, as wonderful as it is. No. It’s familiar, really, something that has risen to the surface, time and again, only to be stuffed back down, away, safely out of sight, out of mind. But now? Now, as he rests his forehead against Kailas’s, feels their energies mixing with their uneven breaths, feels the pounding of his own heart, hears it echoing in his ears… He’s so entranced by it all, he can barely move against it, barely dares to even breathe.
In fact, he’s so caught in this trance, it takes those tears spilling from Kailas’s vibrant eyes for him to finally find his breath. His lips part—no words come just yet. Instead, he’s utterly fixated on the sound of Kailas’s voice, the whispered words that are foreign and beautiful, but hold that same feeling of familiarity, the one that’s holding him captive, even now.*
You… you’re crying. *he whispers, his free hand drawing to Kailas’s cheek, brushing so very carefully at his tears. It isn’t meant as a teasing gesture to call attention to it, he does it without any real thought, honestly. No, if anything, there’s some concern in his voice, his gaze, as he watches those tears trickle down the Huistonian’s cheeks. It… is it really such a good feeling for Kailas? Is he really… and those words, those gentle words… * You’re ah, all right, aren’t you? Do I… do I get a translation? *he inquires, thumb ever so gently caressing against his teary skin.*