[ Ugh protect the weed shirt from getting cum stains on it.
But Kyun manages to pull a chuckle out of him, not that that's entirely difficult for Mananan to do in the first place; a low, quiet hum that vibrates and warms his throat while fingers slowly toy against the texture of the human's tongue. It's when his wrist is finally released that he draws his hand back, fingers lightly coated in Kyun's saliva. ]
I like it. [ He affirms it with a short nod of his head. Tongue flicking out to lick his lips, the heated hunger that starts in his stomach begins to course through his very being. It's a selfish want that's becoming a desperate need, to press his body flush against Kyun's and take everything he has to offer and then some. ] But it's also really bad~ I like it so much, and then you go and say something like that? Any more and I'll get impatient enough to just ram it in, haha.
[ But he doesn't. He's not that awful—at least he's not trying to be. ]
Just wait a little longer, baby.
[ He brings the two fingers that were originally in Kyun's mouth to his own lips, parting them appropriately. Catching index and middle finger between his teeth, tasting traces of the human against his tongue while at the same time ensuring there's a healthy coat of saliva on his fingers.
He maneuvers in whatever which way so that Kyun can effectively pull his sweatpants off, discarding them somewhere on the apartment floor along with his weed shirt. He places his hand against the smaller's knee, lips curled into a cat-like smile as his gaze travels down the human's body, over the curve of his cock and to his entrance. Mananan exhales slowly, something akin to an impatient sigh, as he slides a single finger inside Kyun's heat, purposely keeping his eyes fixed on his face.
His finger curls inside of him, twisting as he draws the digit back slowly. Withdrawing it to the tip before thrusting in with more and more force. And before Kyun complains—or whines (same difference, really)—Mananan is at least kind enough to add a second finger. There's a rush that accompanies the action, his face becoming flushed and appearing almost feverish, as he lowered his gaze to view the obscene way his fingers disappear inside Kyun's pliant body. ]
i hope the fbi agent watching me type this tag murders me in my sleep
But Kyun manages to pull a chuckle out of him, not that that's entirely difficult for Mananan to do in the first place; a low, quiet hum that vibrates and warms his throat while fingers slowly toy against the texture of the human's tongue. It's when his wrist is finally released that he draws his hand back, fingers lightly coated in Kyun's saliva. ]
I like it. [ He affirms it with a short nod of his head. Tongue flicking out to lick his lips, the heated hunger that starts in his stomach begins to course through his very being. It's a selfish want that's becoming a desperate need, to press his body flush against Kyun's and take everything he has to offer and then some. ] But it's also really bad~ I like it so much, and then you go and say something like that? Any more and I'll get impatient enough to just ram it in, haha.
[ But he doesn't. He's not that awful—at least he's not trying to be. ]
Just wait a little longer, baby.
[ He brings the two fingers that were originally in Kyun's mouth to his own lips, parting them appropriately. Catching index and middle finger between his teeth, tasting traces of the human against his tongue while at the same time ensuring there's a healthy coat of saliva on his fingers.
He maneuvers in whatever which way so that Kyun can effectively pull his sweatpants off, discarding them somewhere on the apartment floor along with his weed shirt. He places his hand against the smaller's knee, lips curled into a cat-like smile as his gaze travels down the human's body, over the curve of his cock and to his entrance. Mananan exhales slowly, something akin to an impatient sigh, as he slides a single finger inside Kyun's heat, purposely keeping his eyes fixed on his face.
His finger curls inside of him, twisting as he draws the digit back slowly. Withdrawing it to the tip before thrusting in with more and more force. And before Kyun complains—or whines (same difference, really)—Mananan is at least kind enough to add a second finger. There's a rush that accompanies the action, his face becoming flushed and appearing almost feverish, as he lowered his gaze to view the obscene way his fingers disappear inside Kyun's pliant body. ]
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