The Canaries touch him, sometimes. The touch is more often to move Mithrun along in whatever stage of his routine he is meant to be at. Hands on his shoulders to push him in the right direction. Elbows to his side to get him to keep eating. Hands to pull clothes on or take them off depending on the time of day. Tight grips on his wrists to tug him along as they traverse the Dungeon or the outside world. Affectionate touch is...rarer, although they do seem to feel affection for him. Perhaps even now no one is certain how to give it when Mithrun doesn't seem to care about receiving it.
He at least acknowledges the gentle request, since he does understand those always even if he has flat out ignored Kabru in the past when they've related to eating or something else he hasn't felt like doing until Kabru reframed it.
He doesn't have to reframe it this time, at least. Mithrun simply considers it as a concept and then pulls back enough so he can strip. He doesn't really move off of Kabru so it's a little awkward, but efficiency hardly matters right now. He was asked to stop doing the teleporting thing without warning so he's doing it by hand. ]
Don't most people find you pleasant? I thought you did that on purpose.
[Is he still just going along with it just to see if anything sparks, or is Mithrun actually wanting more of Kabru's touch? It's hard to tell. He pulls his hand away and helps him undress as much as he can, though it doesn't do much for the awkwardness.
Kabru huffs a laugh at the blunt words, finding himself unable to deny them.]
I do... but that doesn't mean I'm always successful. [Just most of the time. And so humble too.] You may not want to seek out pleasant things, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't receive them.
[Warm fingers curl around the length of Mithrun's cock, and Kabru lets out a low sound of interest. He rubs his thumb over the tip, spreading the precum there to ease the movement of his hand as he starts to stroke him. Clearly all the plumbing still works, even if Mithrun has been mostly ignoring it for decades.
He presses more kisses to Mithrun's ear, the side of his face, his neck. His other hand isn't idle either, teasing along his side, fingers stroking over his thighs. Kabru turns to murmur in his ear, a question he's mostly confident he already knows the answer to.] Is it still pleasant, Captain?
[ Want is such a complicated word. Kabru said he had them, didn't he, and everyone suggested things Mithrun might learn to want. Awkward is probably going to be a theme, but as usual so will devastating honesty. Mithrun shifts around as he vaguely tries to remember what he used to do before putting it out of mind and hooking one arm over Kabru's shoulders for balance for the time being.
With the other, he apparently figures playing copycat is key and slides his hand in Kabru's pants because that is allowed if Kabru is touching him.
His tone is still pretty mild, despite this. Mithrun's breathing is a little more harsh but his tone is less a physical reaction and more mental, so it's kind of a contrast. ]
I never find time spent with you to be unpleasant. [ Even though a lot of it probably should have been? At most Kabru was mildly annoying when managing Mithrun, but his methodology has always been less abrasive than others. Mithrun isn't sure why he bothers honestly, but he can recognize the effort. ]
And I did seek you out when I sent a message. [ Hm. Was that familiarity or desire, actually? Mithrun pauses his already haphazard attempt to touch which means he's brilliantly just kind of holding Kabru's dick and doing nothing as he frowns and tries to puzzle that out, before coming up with: ]
I don't think I would have bothered to message the others.
[ He generally doesn't if there isn't an immediate reason to do so, and that immediate reason has been somewhat permanently solved so... ]
...Ah. I wanted to talk to you.
[ Great desire to discover but not what immediately relevant to what is happening thanks Mithrun ]
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[Kabru is a little more prepared for Mithrun to try returning the attention this time, though there's still a hitch in his breathing at the feeling of a slim hand sliding into his pants.
Mithrun hardly sounds affected, which is only a little annoying-- it's not like it's his fault, after all. The tone matters far less than the words themselves, to Kabru. He'd been teasing, but Mithrun answers so seriously that it makes him pull back a little so he can see his face. He doesn't stop stroking Mithrun's cock, falling into an easy rhythm as his attention is drawn to the other man's words and analyzing his micro-expressions instead. He can tell Mithrun is thinking through something, so he doesn't interrupt, save for an affirmative hum to encourage him to keep going.
Kabru can't really say the same-- much of their initial time together was very unpleasant for him, due to the circumstances more than Mithrun himself... but it is still nice to hear. Slowly, Mithrun meanders his way towards his conclusion. He wanted to talk to Kabru, specifically. In a way he doesn't care to speak with others, even his squadmates were they here.
A desire of his own ambushes him with a powerful urge to kiss Mithrun, but he ignores it, instead smiling.]
That's a great improvement. I'm sure it'll extend to others eventually, but I'm honored to be the first. [There are so many new people for Mithrun to meet here, after all. Maybe being ripped away from everything and (almost) everyone familiar is exactly what he needed for new desires to form.
This is the sexiest sex scene in Decadia, truly. At least Kabru's still jerking him off, instead of just idly holding his dick?]
[ Why the judgement for idly holding someone's dick instead of being useful (fair and valid and honestly did Kabru expect this to go smoothly)! Why is Kabru indulging Mithrun in a serious conversation right this second. His viewership truly is getting an Experience right now.
Anyone who opted to watch Mithrun is getting exactly what they deserve, but presumably Kabru is having less bizarre experiences with other people who are less...Mithrun.
Mithrun's doing the thing where he's staring thoughtfully and intently at Kabru, his expression near to blank but flushed from what they're doing. His blood still flows just like it should, independent of thought or intent. ]
I wonder. [ But then he doesn't say what he wonders or how, letting it fade away into nothing as Mithrun refocuses. There's still not really the kind of desperation that other people would maybe have here, but a sort of languid interest is a lot for him. There's a sort of acknowledging little hum to whatever thought he let die as he leans in to kiss Kabru again since that seems to work for this.
After a moment, he remembers to move his hand. He's totally out of pace with Kabru but at least seems to be paying attention this time. ]
i'm Dying they're so Weird together rattles them both
[That look in this context flusters him a little, but Kabru likes to think he does a decent job not showing it. The flush on Mithrun's delicate features is terribly cute, and he can at least admit to himself some pride in having put it there.
His curiosity at what exactly Mithrun is wondering is put to the side for now as Mithrun unknowingly responds to his unspoken wish. Did Mithrun want to kiss him, or is he just acting out motions to see if anything sparks? Does he want to touch him, or is he just repeating what Kabru is doing to him? He's not sure even Mithrun knows the answers to those questions. His mind races with every potential and the implications they create even as his body knows exactly how to react to the attention it is receiving. Is the hum buzzing against his lips Mithrun confirming for himself that he wanted to kiss Kabru? Is that what he was wondering?
He pulls back from the kiss, though not without first catching Mithrun's bottom lip between his teeth in a gentle bite. The question practically bursts out of him. Now he's the one waylaying what they should be doing with more weird conversations.] Did you want to kiss me just now?
[ 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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The Canaries touch him, sometimes. The touch is more often to move Mithrun along in whatever stage of his routine he is meant to be at. Hands on his shoulders to push him in the right direction. Elbows to his side to get him to keep eating. Hands to pull clothes on or take them off depending on the time of day. Tight grips on his wrists to tug him along as they traverse the Dungeon or the outside world. Affectionate touch is...rarer, although they do seem to feel affection for him. Perhaps even now no one is certain how to give it when Mithrun doesn't seem to care about receiving it.
He at least acknowledges the gentle request, since he does understand those always even if he has flat out ignored Kabru in the past when they've related to eating or something else he hasn't felt like doing until Kabru reframed it.
He doesn't have to reframe it this time, at least. Mithrun simply considers it as a concept and then pulls back enough so he can strip. He doesn't really move off of Kabru so it's a little awkward, but efficiency hardly matters right now. He was asked to stop doing the teleporting thing without warning so he's doing it by hand. ]
Don't most people find you pleasant? I thought you did that on purpose.
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Kabru huffs a laugh at the blunt words, finding himself unable to deny them.]
I do... but that doesn't mean I'm always successful. [Just most of the time. And so humble too.] You may not want to seek out pleasant things, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't receive them.
[Warm fingers curl around the length of Mithrun's cock, and Kabru lets out a low sound of interest. He rubs his thumb over the tip, spreading the precum there to ease the movement of his hand as he starts to stroke him. Clearly all the plumbing still works, even if Mithrun has been mostly ignoring it for decades.
He presses more kisses to Mithrun's ear, the side of his face, his neck. His other hand isn't idle either, teasing along his side, fingers stroking over his thighs. Kabru turns to murmur in his ear, a question he's mostly confident he already knows the answer to.] Is it still pleasant, Captain?
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With the other, he apparently figures playing copycat is key and slides his hand in Kabru's pants because that is allowed if Kabru is touching him.
His tone is still pretty mild, despite this. Mithrun's breathing is a little more harsh but his tone is less a physical reaction and more mental, so it's kind of a contrast. ]
I never find time spent with you to be unpleasant. [ Even though a lot of it probably should have been? At most Kabru was mildly annoying when managing Mithrun, but his methodology has always been less abrasive than others. Mithrun isn't sure why he bothers honestly, but he can recognize the effort. ]
And I did seek you out when I sent a message. [ Hm. Was that familiarity or desire, actually? Mithrun pauses his already haphazard attempt to touch which means he's brilliantly just kind of holding Kabru's dick and doing nothing as he frowns and tries to puzzle that out, before coming up with: ]
I don't think I would have bothered to message the others.
[ He generally doesn't if there isn't an immediate reason to do so, and that immediate reason has been somewhat permanently solved so... ]
...Ah. I wanted to talk to you.
[ Great desire to discover but not what immediately relevant to what is happening thanks Mithrun ]
sorry about the fake notif i was trying to click back into the text box and clicked post comment OTL
Mithrun hardly sounds affected, which is only a little annoying-- it's not like it's his fault, after all. The tone matters far less than the words themselves, to Kabru. He'd been teasing, but Mithrun answers so seriously that it makes him pull back a little so he can see his face. He doesn't stop stroking Mithrun's cock, falling into an easy rhythm as his attention is drawn to the other man's words and analyzing his micro-expressions instead. He can tell Mithrun is thinking through something, so he doesn't interrupt, save for an affirmative hum to encourage him to keep going.
Kabru can't really say the same-- much of their initial time together was very unpleasant for him, due to the circumstances more than Mithrun himself... but it is still nice to hear. Slowly, Mithrun meanders his way towards his conclusion. He wanted to talk to Kabru, specifically. In a way he doesn't care to speak with others, even his squadmates were they here.
A desire of his own ambushes him with a powerful urge to kiss Mithrun, but he ignores it, instead smiling.]
That's a great improvement. I'm sure it'll extend to others eventually, but I'm honored to be the first. [There are so many new people for Mithrun to meet here, after all. Maybe being ripped away from everything and (almost) everyone familiar is exactly what he needed for new desires to form.
This is the sexiest sex scene in Decadia, truly. At least Kabru's still jerking him off, instead of just idly holding his dick?]
it's ok it happens to all of us
Anyone who opted to watch Mithrun is getting exactly what they deserve, but presumably Kabru is having less bizarre experiences with other people who are less...Mithrun.
Mithrun's doing the thing where he's staring thoughtfully and intently at Kabru, his expression near to blank but flushed from what they're doing. His blood still flows just like it should, independent of thought or intent. ]
I wonder. [ But then he doesn't say what he wonders or how, letting it fade away into nothing as Mithrun refocuses. There's still not really the kind of desperation that other people would maybe have here, but a sort of languid interest is a lot for him. There's a sort of acknowledging little hum to whatever thought he let die as he leans in to kiss Kabru again since that seems to work for this.
After a moment, he remembers to move his hand. He's totally out of pace with Kabru but at least seems to be paying attention this time. ]
i'm Dying they're so Weird together rattles them both
His curiosity at what exactly Mithrun is wondering is put to the side for now as Mithrun unknowingly responds to his unspoken wish. Did Mithrun want to kiss him, or is he just acting out motions to see if anything sparks? Does he want to touch him, or is he just repeating what Kabru is doing to him? He's not sure even Mithrun knows the answers to those questions. His mind races with every potential and the implications they create even as his body knows exactly how to react to the attention it is receiving. Is the hum buzzing against his lips Mithrun confirming for himself that he wanted to kiss Kabru? Is that what he was wondering?
He pulls back from the kiss, though not without first catching Mithrun's bottom lip between his teeth in a gentle bite. The question practically bursts out of him. Now he's the one waylaying what they should be doing with more weird conversations.] Did you want to kiss me just now?
kabru's viewers: ???
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. ]