...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.]
[ There's a lot, throaty laugh at Sholmes' comment. ]
Like your own personal heater?
[ But he soaks up that feeling, closing his eyes while he plants a few more lazy kisses. Speaking of warmth, there's a strong wave of warmth between them, enjoying the feel of him. ]
[He reaches up with his free hand to pull the other man in, kissing him on the lips - but there's something almost mischievous in it, in the way he bites down lightly on the other's bottom lip.]
[ Every bit of him is so, so happy right now. The mixing feeling of pleasure and the feedback from Sholmes. It all feels so good. He never would have thought he'd be here like this with him. A futile effort.
And yet, he's in this almost surreal dream-like place with him. His tongue darts out to lick Sholmes' upper lip. ]
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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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Like your own personal heater?
[ But he soaks up that feeling, closing his eyes while he plants a few more lazy kisses. Speaking of warmth, there's a strong wave of warmth between them, enjoying the feel of him. ]
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[What a nice laugh. It tickles his ears, pleasurable. He strokes now, languidly, breathing a low sigh as strokes his fingers over the other's neck.]
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[ There's a pleased wave coming off of him. Both from the feeling of Sholmes' hand, but also the idea of lazing him around with him like that. ]
Guess we'll have to try it sometime.
[ Is it stupid talking like this is going to be something that is going to last for good? Maybe. But he doesn't care. ]
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[A firmer grip now, a faster stroke. He's watching every movement of the other's face, smile widening.]
You know, with this bond of sorts...it really is quite quaint that I can read you like an open book, hm.
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[ He laughs a little from that, amusement coming across. Even if that pressure is building inside of him. ]
I take if you're enjoying it?
[ His voice is getting distracted, though, as Sholmes picks up the pace. ]
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[He reaches up with his free hand to pull the other man in, kissing him on the lips - but there's something almost mischievous in it, in the way he bites down lightly on the other's bottom lip.]
I can feel whatever you're feeling, after all.
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[ Every bit of him is so, so happy right now. The mixing feeling of pleasure and the feedback from Sholmes. It all feels so good. He never would have thought he'd be here like this with him. A futile effort.
And yet, he's in this almost surreal dream-like place with him. His tongue darts out to lick Sholmes' upper lip. ]
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[He breathes - and there's a slow caress down below, teasing, before he grips him again, pumping him with quick, short, bursts.]
There we go. [Another bite to his lip, and a low noise.] That's it.
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