( Another laugh is exhaled out from Esikko, eyes sharp and half obscured by the dip of his own lashes, studying Leo as he lowers himself down his body. Blow him, huh? A nice, relaxing time without too much effort is always fun— being spoiled is fun, getting attention is fun, so of course he likes the sound of it.
But it's right around his navel, his abdomen, where the chain of a navel piercing hangs around his waist like a fancy little crown of the waist, that he slips his fingers up further into Leo's hair, gripping tight and tugging enough so that he's forced to pause. Eye contact is all he wants, in this moment, the muscles of his abdomen still tense from the attention, his face a little heated. )
I'm the one who makes the rules, you know? Leo. If there's any I don't like, I'll change them.
( Just like that, his fingers release, an almost soothing run of them through red locks following as he arches his back a little, encouraging the attention and the mapping of his body on the way down. He's impatient, and he's getting hard just from this, but that's part of the fun. He likes those little tingles, the chases of excitement that run through every inch of him. Even in a sex resort, he still hasn't fully gotten over the novelty of being touched. )
I am paying attention, though, to be clear. It's a nice view of you, like this.
( Like a Knight kneeling before a King? A Prince? Haha. Laughable, really, with how much he hates that stupid title— his fingers dance along the edge of Leo's ear, light and tracing, but otherwise content to lay here selfishly and take some attention for a bit. It's good to know if Leo is the type to chase his own needs, after all, or if he really does just find this enough. )
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But it's right around his navel, his abdomen, where the chain of a navel piercing hangs around his waist like a fancy little crown of the waist, that he slips his fingers up further into Leo's hair, gripping tight and tugging enough so that he's forced to pause. Eye contact is all he wants, in this moment, the muscles of his abdomen still tense from the attention, his face a little heated. )
I'm the one who makes the rules, you know? Leo. If there's any I don't like, I'll change them.
( Just like that, his fingers release, an almost soothing run of them through red locks following as he arches his back a little, encouraging the attention and the mapping of his body on the way down. He's impatient, and he's getting hard just from this, but that's part of the fun. He likes those little tingles, the chases of excitement that run through every inch of him. Even in a sex resort, he still hasn't fully gotten over the novelty of being touched. )
I am paying attention, though, to be clear. It's a nice view of you, like this.
( Like a Knight kneeling before a King? A Prince? Haha. Laughable, really, with how much he hates that stupid title— his fingers dance along the edge of Leo's ear, light and tracing, but otherwise content to lay here selfishly and take some attention for a bit. It's good to know if Leo is the type to chase his own needs, after all, or if he really does just find this enough. )