( It's a little cute, watching someone who usually runs his mouth fall into utter silence. Just a mess of desperate noises, of shifting fabric and the gentle creak of the bed under his weight as Esikko gropes and grips and gazes. He continues through the waves of Bakugo's completion, coating his hand in the mess as he allows him to fully ride the feeling out, his slowing touch only stopping when he can tell he's too sensitive, too out of breath.
From there, there's the small murmur of a hum from Esikko, barely there, like he's satisfied. Pulling his hand back, he wipes it gracefully front, and then back, over the top of the comforter before standing up and taking a few steps away. )
Not so bad, right?
( Spoken low, not wanting to completely draw him out of the glow of feelings just after a simple handjob, Esikko turns back to give a small little smile. He got his way, in the end, so why not be pleased?
But he's cute, he's decided. Funny, so angry, so loud, and just cute enough to bother with again, some time. Tease further, maybe. When he's more used to things, less stubborn. When he can do far more. )
I'll give you your time now, unless there's anything else you need from me?
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From there, there's the small murmur of a hum from Esikko, barely there, like he's satisfied. Pulling his hand back, he wipes it gracefully front, and then back, over the top of the comforter before standing up and taking a few steps away. )
Not so bad, right?
( Spoken low, not wanting to completely draw him out of the glow of feelings just after a simple handjob, Esikko turns back to give a small little smile. He got his way, in the end, so why not be pleased?
But he's cute, he's decided. Funny, so angry, so loud, and just cute enough to bother with again, some time. Tease further, maybe. When he's more used to things, less stubborn. When he can do far more. )
I'll give you your time now, unless there's anything else you need from me?