[Kailas barely manages to decipher Ikenna’s words—he’s easily distracted from the Tevrran language, focusing instead on the sound of the councilman’s voice as it gasps and catches. This is indicative of his entire state of being; the experience of being made love to by Ikenna Nuiwa is quite literally mind-numbing. Each time Kailas begins to manipulate a phrase inside of his mind, begins to transliterate and then apply Tevrran grammar, he finds his thought process cut short by a particularly passionate collision between their bodies, or by one of the soft sounds escaping Ikenna’s red lips. Although Kailas’s lips are parted again, the flurry of words that escape—all stammered and gasped out desperately—are all in Huistonian. He isn’t restraining himself anymore.
His restraint is loosened so much that he’s able to fully give himself over to his carnal desires. Without being fully aware of what he’s doing, the half-demon slides his own hand away from Ikenna’s back and down the length of his own torso, stopping only when he is able to cup his own erection. Kailas grips himself lightly and arches back, head tipping against the bed, eyes closing. His thighs are practically holding Ikenna in a vice, they grasp so tightly to him—this is emulated by his insides as they shudder and clench against the man’s length. That fire is a raging storm, and Kailas won’t be able to endure it for much longer.]