Next time... *Ikenna can’t help the uneven, breathy little sigh that escapes him at Kailas’s gentle reassurances. His expression softens, and he tips carefully against the younger man’s kiss, eyelids drooping. It’s—overwhelmingly soothing, just another reminder of just how loving and caring Kailas is. It’s still difficult to understand, and perhaps it’s selfish of him, but he—he craves that touch, that gentleness so very much. He’s so fucking grateful for it.*
Thank you, Kailas. *he whispers, a faint shiver working its way through him—pleasant, so very pleasant—as Kailas runs the cloth against his thigh, cool and damp against his warm skin. And yet it’s not just the gentle cleaning he’s thanking him for, hopefully that’s at least vaguely apparent by the way he leans in close.*