[ Oh, okay, talking time. Since Mithrun is himself he doesn't actually mind being waylaid and is perfectly fine just sitting in Kabru's lap talking about sex instead of having it. He sees no issues with the awkward stops and starts although they don't feel awkward to him, exactly. Few things do.
He catalogues the sensation of his lip being bitten as something he likes even if it hasn't made it into the category of active want and blinks at the question.
Did he...want to kiss Kabru...
His gaze cants up to the ceiling in contemplation. Kabru generally only rushes him when they're in some kind of danger and this isn't that. ]
Not exactly. [ He didn't not want to, but it wasn't like that was exactly what he was thinking of just then, so Mithrun simply says so. He'd been using his more-free hand for leverage by way of an arm over Kabru's shoulder but since they're talking now Mithrun can lean back and slide it off so he can poke Kabru's cheek. ] It was this.
[ This what. ]
smh kabru is secretly Always analyzing his bed partners he just usually bothers to hide that fact
[While Mithrun considers his answer, Kabru pulls his hand away from Mithrun's cock just long enough to lick a wet stripe across his palm. It was starting to get dry, and he doesn't want it to be uncomfortable, even if Mithrun likely wouldn't complain.
The slide is smoother when he returns to it, and he takes the moment to quietly catalogue all the little indicators that Mithrun is experiencing pleasure. The flush, of course... a hand over Mithrun's chest confirms an elevated heart rate, and he can see and hear the breathing. His eye are already so dark that it's hard to separate the pupil from the iris, but if he looks close enough, he can see that the pupil is dilated. And of course, there's the hard, leaking cock in his hand. He gives the pink tip a little extra attention for a bit, thumb rubbing into the slit.
His attention returns to meeting Mithrun's gaze once he answers, though of course it's an answer that's going to require more elaboration. Mithrun is chronically either under or over explaining.] My face?
No, I don't care about your looks. [ Wow, thanks. Mithrun doesn't say he doesn't like them since he hasn't thought about it one way or the other, at least? But as usual the bluntness is a little...
Anyway he keeps forgetting to jerk Kabru off effectively here. Mithrun finally solves this issue by way of...making Kabru do it! Mithrun takes charge of moving around just enough to get Kabru's dick out enough so instead of sitting there with his hand down Kabru's pants Kabru can take them both in hand, as indicated by manhandling Kabru's hand and all their limbs until they're situated. ]
It's what you're doing with your face. I'm going to be in charge of kissing now. [ Apparently Kabru gets no input into this plan unless he struggles since rather than explaining Mithrun will, in fact, focus on the One task he gave himself while delegating the rest to Kabru, apparently.
He only has about a quarter second to use his mouth to protest since Mithrun assigned himself the kissing task and leans in to get to it with a lot more focus this time. ]
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He catalogues the sensation of his lip being bitten as something he likes even if it hasn't made it into the category of active want and blinks at the question.
Did he...want to kiss Kabru...
His gaze cants up to the ceiling in contemplation. Kabru generally only rushes him when they're in some kind of danger and this isn't that. ]
Not exactly. [ He didn't not want to, but it wasn't like that was exactly what he was thinking of just then, so Mithrun simply says so. He'd been using his more-free hand for leverage by way of an arm over Kabru's shoulder but since they're talking now Mithrun can lean back and slide it off so he can poke Kabru's cheek. ] It was this.
[ This what. ]
smh kabru is secretly Always analyzing his bed partners he just usually bothers to hide that fact
The slide is smoother when he returns to it, and he takes the moment to quietly catalogue all the little indicators that Mithrun is experiencing pleasure. The flush, of course... a hand over Mithrun's chest confirms an elevated heart rate, and he can see and hear the breathing. His eye are already so dark that it's hard to separate the pupil from the iris, but if he looks close enough, he can see that the pupil is dilated. And of course, there's the hard, leaking cock in his hand. He gives the pink tip a little extra attention for a bit, thumb rubbing into the slit.
His attention returns to meeting Mithrun's gaze once he answers, though of course it's an answer that's going to require more elaboration. Mithrun is chronically either under or over explaining.] My face?
mask off behavior
Anyway he keeps forgetting to jerk Kabru off effectively here. Mithrun finally solves this issue by way of...making Kabru do it! Mithrun takes charge of moving around just enough to get Kabru's dick out enough so instead of sitting there with his hand down Kabru's pants Kabru can take them both in hand, as indicated by manhandling Kabru's hand and all their limbs until they're situated. ]
It's what you're doing with your face. I'm going to be in charge of kissing now. [ Apparently Kabru gets no input into this plan unless he struggles since rather than explaining Mithrun will, in fact, focus on the One task he gave himself while delegating the rest to Kabru, apparently.
He only has about a quarter second to use his mouth to protest since Mithrun assigned himself the kissing task and leans in to get to it with a lot more focus this time. ]