A tap? [ He huffs, a little noise of amusement, knowing that any other time he may just be a little more dismissive by an explanation like that. But by now he's accepted that what Kyun asks from him isn't far from his area of expertise, so it's manageable. Even if he's sure that if he were to repeat it to anyone else they would believe it to be odd. ]
Hn. [ Mananan closes his eyes for a moment, chest rising and falling steadily, just a few degrees faster than ordinary breathing. Kyun's touch is such a simple thing, but his body responds to the hand holding his and the arm wrapped around his neck as if it's the first time he's been embraced in such a way. ] I know... You never like it when I try being gentle.
[ However he soon breaks that contact; disconnecting physically and sitting on the back of his heels before peeling the gloves off of his hands. ]
But I like that you've told me anyway. [ If the tent in his pants wasn't evidence enough—Mananan shifts his hips, movements more careless than usual as he grinds himself hard against Kyun's crotch. With one hand he braces himself by holding onto the back of the smaller's knee, grip tightening.
And wordlessly, without any sense of so much as warning him, Mananan brings his free arm back and brings it down to collide with his cheek. Hard.
He feels his cock swell the moment his knuckles make the raw contact against Kyun's skin. Heat pools in his stomach and there's no doubt that he's turned on by the idea of flat out punching him—but his heart tells him to be more careful, that he needed to draw back some of his strength, that hurting Kyun (physically or otherwise) was the worse thing he could ever do. He wants to apologize immediately, but at the same time there's a sickening feeling of pleasure that surfaces in the glint of his eye as he uses the same hand to grab the smaller by the jaw and force him to look at him.
What he doesn't even realize is that he's observing with a smile. ]
That hard enough for you? Or maybe you want me to get closer to breaking something?
[ this is a joke tag or maybe not idk i'm fucking laughing tbh ]
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Hn. [ Mananan closes his eyes for a moment, chest rising and falling steadily, just a few degrees faster than ordinary breathing. Kyun's touch is such a simple thing, but his body responds to the hand holding his and the arm wrapped around his neck as if it's the first time he's been embraced in such a way. ] I know... You never like it when I try being gentle.
[ However he soon breaks that contact; disconnecting physically and sitting on the back of his heels before peeling the gloves off of his hands. ]
But I like that you've told me anyway. [ If the tent in his pants wasn't evidence enough—Mananan shifts his hips, movements more careless than usual as he grinds himself hard against Kyun's crotch. With one hand he braces himself by holding onto the back of the smaller's knee, grip tightening.
And wordlessly, without any sense of so much as warning him, Mananan brings his free arm back and brings it down to collide with his cheek. Hard.
He feels his cock swell the moment his knuckles make the raw contact against Kyun's skin. Heat pools in his stomach and there's no doubt that he's turned on by the idea of flat out punching him—but his heart tells him to be more careful, that he needed to draw back some of his strength, that hurting Kyun (physically or otherwise) was the worse thing he could ever do. He wants to apologize immediately, but at the same time there's a sickening feeling of pleasure that surfaces in the glint of his eye as he uses the same hand to grab the smaller by the jaw and force him to look at him.
What he doesn't even realize is that he's observing with a smile. ]
That hard enough for you? Or maybe you want me to get closer to breaking something?
[ this is a joke tag or maybe not idk i'm fucking laughing tbh ]