[ The only thing he minds about a lack of verbal warning is the part where there isn't sound - not where there's a lack of warning at all. Grabbing Leo's wrist, for the record, gets him to stop what he'd been doing with his hand instantly even though that wasn't the intent. He reads it as stop or wait and Leo always listens to that sort of thing in bed because he doesn't want to do anything hated or unwanted. But he twists his wrist to hold Esikko's hand instead, thumb smoothing over his palm in some silent apology for an imagined slight.
There's no need to hold him down really but he's happy enough not to struggle, obligingly trying to take Esikko to the root and swallowing, utterly focused on that moment of destruction and not wanting to take away from it with anything of his own. He's so quiet, listening and watching, but his tongue doesn't stop moving even if he's blessedly not talking still. It's still usually a good idea to shove something in his mouth to stop all the stupid things he always says.
He's the sort of person who keeps going after it's over, waiting to be shoved off when it gets too oversensitive. ]
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There's no need to hold him down really but he's happy enough not to struggle, obligingly trying to take Esikko to the root and swallowing, utterly focused on that moment of destruction and not wanting to take away from it with anything of his own. He's so quiet, listening and watching, but his tongue doesn't stop moving even if he's blessedly not talking still. It's still usually a good idea to shove something in his mouth to stop all the stupid things he always says.
He's the sort of person who keeps going after it's over, waiting to be shoved off when it gets too oversensitive. ]