*For a bit, Ikenna’s sense of time ceases, fails to have any concrete meaning as he rests fully against Kailas, his breaths unsteady, his eyes closed and his body lightly shivering at the aftermath of pleasure utterly draining away any tension from his frame. The suddenness of his climax, the strength of it—it’s certainly more than enough to steal away his ability to form much coherent thought. All he can really manage for a long moment is to listen to Kailas’s breaths, to hide away in that warm fog, resting in a safe and wonderful blank place.
Gradually, however, he becomes aware of Kailas shifting beneath him, only enough to wrap an arm about him, his hold both secure and gentle—reassuring and warm in a way that spreads a fresh wave of peaceful contentment through his being. And then comes that loving kiss, so careful and sweet. Ikenna can’t help but breathe out a soft, uneven sigh, has no way to combat the warmth spreading, even tingling away at his pale cheeks.*
Kailas, I... ah... *More overwhelming than anything, more than his embrace, his kiss, the feeling of being held, still, deeply inside of the younger man, are those Huistonian words whispered at his ear. The words that Ikenna still can’t even begin to fathom deserving—he can only shiver, and press his face closer against Kailas’s neck.*