[ he definitely won't be fine when kyun beats his ass for bringing it up, wtf. ]
You do, too. It's pissing me off, actually. [ he huffs, half-amused and half-frustrated, the image of mananan taking his gloves off still stuck in his head, for -- whatever reason. it was just really attractive, okay? especially since he followed it up with -- well, you know.
having the other listen to him so attentively is... nice, too. it makes him feel secure enough to allow him to do this in the first place; secure enough to show mananan everything -- bare all of his wants and desires for the other to see, comforted by the knowledge that no matter what happens, the angel will be there for him. whether he thinks that he deserves to be this spoiled is another subject altogether -- but right now, with harsh heat pooling beneath his stomach, he doesn't have time to think about that. ]
Haa, that's true. [ he huffs out, between pressing small, soft kisses to the inside of mananan's palm, tongue sliding over his fingers -- lips parted to allow him to slip them inside. sucking in a deeper breath, he hums, evidently pleased; lets mananan press his fingers down against his tongue, keeping his mouth open obediently.
and as much as he'd love to just forget preparation and fuck right away, unfortunately, this isn't that kind of a thread. so. ]
Mmm... okay. [ he doesn't let go of mananan's hand just yet, instead speaking around his fingers -- gaze wandering up from his hips back to his face, lips curving into a small smile. only then does he actually lean back far enough to let the angel's fingers slip from his mouth, his grip on his wrist loosening -- instead, he moves his hands to tug his shirt off, throwing the mess of weed patterns aside.
it was probably due for a laundry, anyway?? ]
Do you like it? [ with a small grin, he lifts his hips to begin tugging his sweatpants off, reluctantly unhooking his leg from around mananan's hips. ] What do you need me to do? Aaah, I want you inside of me really badly --
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You do, too. It's pissing me off, actually. [ he huffs, half-amused and half-frustrated, the image of mananan taking his gloves off still stuck in his head, for -- whatever reason. it was just really attractive, okay? especially since he followed it up with -- well, you know.
having the other listen to him so attentively is... nice, too. it makes him feel secure enough to allow him to do this in the first place; secure enough to show mananan everything -- bare all of his wants and desires for the other to see, comforted by the knowledge that no matter what happens, the angel will be there for him. whether he thinks that he deserves to be this spoiled is another subject altogether -- but right now, with harsh heat pooling beneath his stomach, he doesn't have time to think about that. ]
Haa, that's true. [ he huffs out, between pressing small, soft kisses to the inside of mananan's palm, tongue sliding over his fingers -- lips parted to allow him to slip them inside. sucking in a deeper breath, he hums, evidently pleased; lets mananan press his fingers down against his tongue, keeping his mouth open obediently.
and as much as he'd love to just forget preparation and fuck right away, unfortunately, this isn't that kind of a thread. so. ]
Mmm... okay. [ he doesn't let go of mananan's hand just yet, instead speaking around his fingers -- gaze wandering up from his hips back to his face, lips curving into a small smile. only then does he actually lean back far enough to let the angel's fingers slip from his mouth, his grip on his wrist loosening -- instead, he moves his hands to tug his shirt off, throwing the mess of weed patterns aside.
it was probably due for a laundry, anyway?? ]
Do you like it? [ with a small grin, he lifts his hips to begin tugging his sweatpants off, reluctantly unhooking his leg from around mananan's hips. ] What do you need me to do? Aaah, I want you inside of me really badly --