[He's slowly getting used to the sensation. He's keeping his gaze focused on Kotetsu's face, fixed on those lovely dark eyes.]
[He lets out a shuddering sigh, the heat pooling down as if in a flare of fire. He may not usually think of such things on a regular basis, but there's no doubt that the desire here is because of Kotetsu, and Kotetsu alone, right here, right now.]
[He kisses him then, murmuring against his lips. Just saying his name like its a secrets for him alone to hear.]
[ He gladly returns the kiss, echoing back Sholmes' name tenderly. His tongue slides along his lips.
It's something about Sholmes that he just wants to see the man happy, enjoying himself. Having him react like this to him, feeling it in every sense, it gives him such a deep sense of satisfaction.
Kotetsu doesn't give him long to settle into that, pushing for more, his hand moving a bit faster. ]
[It's a long time since he's felt like this. This combination of feelings, emotions - it feels like it's all mixing together, and he can't think, really. He can't think at all. Its only physical sensation, and the emotional link moving back and forth between them.]
[His hips twitch with a low noise, almost a whimper. Deep down, he hopes Kotetsu is enjoying this, too.]
[ He is enjoying this. Not quite the same way Sholmes is, but he seems pleased. Happy. He plants another kiss on his lips before kissing the corner of his lips, trailing further away and to his neck.
He moves the hand that was cupping Sholmes' cheek to slip down to his neck opposite of the side he's kissing, thumb brushing on the skin.
His pace picks up, encouraged by the sound from Sholmes, wanting to draw more out from him. He's a very giving lover here, apparently. ]
[He swallows down a breath, trying to catch it as Kotetsu progresses, kissing down and around. He almost feels like he's not doing anything enough in exchange - as the other makes work on him, he presses kisses against the other's neck, groaning as he picks up the pace.]
[For all his talkative, boisterous nature outside of this room, he's remarkably quiet here, though the sounds he's making are getting slightly stronger in intensity. A hand moves to grasp the back of the other's head, keeping him in place.]
[ It's fine. He's fine. If he was bothered by this situation, he would have pushed for something else, but that's now what he wants. Not what it fell into. Seeing Sholmes so taken like this is... so rewarding.
Even if he is quiet, he can still hear him. As he's kept in place, he just plants soft, sweet kisses on Sholmes' neck. He's determined to keep going, keep pushing him further. ]
[Comes the name, with a slight whine. He feels everything is getting to a height that he can't come back down from, and his chest heaves, cheeks burning.]
Kotetsu, please...
[Another low noise, like a broken moan, against the other. His arms keep him against him in a tight embrace. It's warm. It's an overwhelming warmth that almost suffocates. A few more movements below, and he hits his peak - there's a noise that comes from deep within his chest, and a wave of contentment and pleasure slowly ebbs out as he relaxes, pressing another kiss against his cheek.]
[ Feeling that is almost and overwhelming rush. Once he's sure Sholmes is satiated, he slips his hand out, sticky and messy, holding it awkwardly for the moment.
Very gently, he nuzzles at Sholmes' jaw, smiling warmly over this. The feeling being reciprocated is joy, contentment. Perhaps there is an underlying desire and arousal of his own burning under, but he's completely focused on the man before him. ]
...Yes. [He says, almost blearily, opening his eyes.] Yes, my dear.
[He sighs, hand threading through the other's hair gently. He's satisfied, content, soothed. But he can tell that Kotetsu has yet to reach the same state, himself.]
[He presses his lips against the other's ear.]
Thank you. [A pause.] Do you not want to have your turn?
[ There's a strong shiver that runs through him at Sholmes' question. ]
I'm happy if you are.
[ It's the honest truth. But also not fully a "yes" or "no." But it's likely that the feelings stirring inside of him give signs pointing toward yes, please... ]
No, no. I can see to the heart of the matter in the people around me, as a great detective. And I know what you desire.
[Well, if only because of the emotion share, anyways. But he'll send his hand down to trail between the both of them, gently, before pressing his palm against him through the fabric.]
[ He sucks in a breath when Sholmes moves his hand there. ]
I want you...
[ He admits, hips rocking a little to move against his hand. What else is there to say when Sholmes can feel how he is both physically and emotionally wanting. ]
[Bashfulness flits briefly over the connection, before its taken over by confident determination - his eyes lidded, he shifts his hand to press in more firmly, fingers teasingly stroking up.]
Yes, of course. [A light smirk, as he sends the other hand down to unzip the other's pants, hand reaching in.] I'll grant your wish.
Giving Sholmes the most pathetic look. He really shouldn't get it on the bed and he doesn't want to accidentally give Sholmes a cum-hair-gel or something. ]
[ He looks apologetic and gives Sholmes a quick kiss, pulling off of him very reluctantly. His pants are hanging open, but whatever. That's how it goes. He awkwardly stumbles to the bathroom to grab a towel to clean his hand ... bringing it back for round two and for Sholmes, approaching the bed again. ]
[It surprises him, the strength of the feeling behind wanting this, wanting Kotetsu. As if they're cursed again, like those blissful two days. But this isn't a curse. This is just him.]
[To think he'd naturally accept someone in the same way as he did with Mikotoba is...]
[He clears his throat, pulls the other closer. His cheeks rosy, he again starts doing what he did before, pulling his hand down to palm him through the fabric before tugging his pants down further for more access.]
[He hums at the kisses - his hand now dives down to take the other in hand to tug him out from beyond the confines of fabric. His other hand moves to stroke over the other's ear, gently, fingers threading through his hair.]
I like that you're warm.
[He murmurs, just indulging in the feeling for now, hand shifting on him below softly.]
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[He lets out a shuddering sigh, the heat pooling down as if in a flare of fire. He may not usually think of such things on a regular basis, but there's no doubt that the desire here is because of Kotetsu, and Kotetsu alone, right here, right now.]
[He kisses him then, murmuring against his lips. Just saying his name like its a secrets for him alone to hear.]
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It's something about Sholmes that he just wants to see the man happy, enjoying himself. Having him react like this to him, feeling it in every sense, it gives him such a deep sense of satisfaction.
Kotetsu doesn't give him long to settle into that, pushing for more, his hand moving a bit faster. ]
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[It's a long time since he's felt like this. This combination of feelings, emotions - it feels like it's all mixing together, and he can't think, really. He can't think at all. Its only physical sensation, and the emotional link moving back and forth between them.]
[His hips twitch with a low noise, almost a whimper. Deep down, he hopes Kotetsu is enjoying this, too.]
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He moves the hand that was cupping Sholmes' cheek to slip down to his neck opposite of the side he's kissing, thumb brushing on the skin.
His pace picks up, encouraged by the sound from Sholmes, wanting to draw more out from him. He's a very giving lover here, apparently. ]
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[For all his talkative, boisterous nature outside of this room, he's remarkably quiet here, though the sounds he's making are getting slightly stronger in intensity. A hand moves to grasp the back of the other's head, keeping him in place.]
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Even if he is quiet, he can still hear him. As he's kept in place, he just plants soft, sweet kisses on Sholmes' neck. He's determined to keep going, keep pushing him further. ]
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[Comes the name, with a slight whine. He feels everything is getting to a height that he can't come back down from, and his chest heaves, cheeks burning.]
Kotetsu, please...
[Another low noise, like a broken moan, against the other. His arms keep him against him in a tight embrace. It's warm. It's an overwhelming warmth that almost suffocates. A few more movements below, and he hits his peak - there's a noise that comes from deep within his chest, and a wave of contentment and pleasure slowly ebbs out as he relaxes, pressing another kiss against his cheek.]
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Very gently, he nuzzles at Sholmes' jaw, smiling warmly over this. The feeling being reciprocated is joy, contentment. Perhaps there is an underlying desire and arousal of his own burning under, but he's completely focused on the man before him. ]
You good, Sholmes...?
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[He sighs, hand threading through the other's hair gently. He's satisfied, content, soothed. But he can tell that Kotetsu has yet to reach the same state, himself.]
[He presses his lips against the other's ear.]
Thank you. [A pause.] Do you not want to have your turn?
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[ There's a strong shiver that runs through him at Sholmes' question. ]
I'm happy if you are.
[ It's the honest truth. But also not fully a "yes" or "no." But it's likely that the feelings stirring inside of him give signs pointing toward yes, please... ]
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[Well, if only because of the emotion share, anyways. But he'll send his hand down to trail between the both of them, gently, before pressing his palm against him through the fabric.]
Don't play coy with me.
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I want you...
[ He admits, hips rocking a little to move against his hand. What else is there to say when Sholmes can feel how he is both physically and emotionally wanting. ]
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[Bashfulness flits briefly over the connection, before its taken over by confident determination - his eyes lidded, he shifts his hand to press in more firmly, fingers teasingly stroking up.]
Yes, of course. [A light smirk, as he sends the other hand down to unzip the other's pants, hand reaching in.] I'll grant your wish.
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WHAT ABOUT THIS FIRST, SIR????
Giving Sholmes the most pathetic look. He really shouldn't get it on the bed and he doesn't want to accidentally give Sholmes a cum-hair-gel or something. ]
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[HE'S TRYING HIS BEST TO BE SEXY HERE. WHAT!!! Oh.]
...Can't you use a towel? If you shan't use the bed for it.
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[ He looks apologetic and gives Sholmes a quick kiss, pulling off of him very reluctantly. His pants are hanging open, but whatever. That's how it goes. He awkwardly stumbles to the bathroom to grab a towel to clean his hand ... bringing it back for round two and for Sholmes, approaching the bed again. ]
There. Better.
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[But he's brightening up a little when the other returns.]
You took care of it? Good.
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He leans down to give him a quick kiss.
Basically also giving him emotional headpats at the sulking. ]
Yes, yes. I'm back for you now.
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[Except no, he's soothed by the kiss and headpats at least.]
Come down here, already.
[Making reachy hands to tug him....come here....]
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[ Oh, no... that's really cute. He tosses the towel aside and puts his knee on the edge of the bed, climbing on the bed with the tugging. ]
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Shall we continue?
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I'm at your mercy.
[ The tone is light, but the feeling underneath is eager to continue. ]
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[It surprises him, the strength of the feeling behind wanting this, wanting Kotetsu. As if they're cursed again, like those blissful two days. But this isn't a curse. This is just him.]
[To think he'd naturally accept someone in the same way as he did with Mikotoba is...]
[He clears his throat, pulls the other closer. His cheeks rosy, he again starts doing what he did before, pulling his hand down to palm him through the fabric before tugging his pants down further for more access.]
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Leaning forward, he kisses Sholmes' jaw softly. ]
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I like that you're warm.
[He murmurs, just indulging in the feeling for now, hand shifting on him below softly.]
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