[ on the flipside, kaiser would say that he has to mouth off while he still can. it might be better as a long-term strategy to keep quiet throughout, to make it less obvious how affected he is by any given thing, but he didn't think of that — next time, maybe.
kaiser's still watching all of this unfold, as if he can be an audience member and participant at once. part of his gaze is observational, as if he's taking notes for future reference; there's also something to his expression that suggests faint self-disgust, or like he's disappointed in himself for enjoying this. his inexperience shows in the way that kaiser reacts, unable to stop himself from squirming slightly, unconsciously attempting to bring his legs together as if this will help him stave off the build-up of pleasure in his body. but he can, at least, attempt to match noa's pace — his breathing seems to naturally sync up with noa's movements, inhaling raggedly when he feels a bit of a lull, and holding his breath tensely when noa escalates.
his eyes briefly dart upwards as noa slides his mouth along the length of kaiser's dick, blinking rapidly for a moment before he looks back down. he laughs faintly, almost more of a shaky exhale — and again, why not? if it was kind of funny to do this under the unideal circumstances, it's obviously even funnier that he's now watching himself get sucked off by the world's greatest under the same circumstances — and he untenses a little when he finally breathes out, cock twitching faintly in noa's mouth. kaiser is glad he doesn't have to see it, because the tip is probably leaking embarrassingly with precum.
it says something, maybe, that even in this circumstance, it feels like the person kaiser is struggling the most against is himself. he's not so shy as to pass up an attempt to fuck into noa's mouth, but he doesn't want to react; his hips jerk erratically, but he holds back the impulse as best as he can. he has the body language of a spring being wound up, tension building alongside the pleasure, and perhaps faster than the latter at that. his left hand goes to the side of his neck again, palm firmly pressed against the rose blooming there, but without curling his fingers in. he should relax, he knows, and he thinks this is the most effective way of making himself do that — but it doesn't seem to draw out the intended effect very well. ]
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kaiser's still watching all of this unfold, as if he can be an audience member and participant at once. part of his gaze is observational, as if he's taking notes for future reference; there's also something to his expression that suggests faint self-disgust, or like he's disappointed in himself for enjoying this. his inexperience shows in the way that kaiser reacts, unable to stop himself from squirming slightly, unconsciously attempting to bring his legs together as if this will help him stave off the build-up of pleasure in his body. but he can, at least, attempt to match noa's pace — his breathing seems to naturally sync up with noa's movements, inhaling raggedly when he feels a bit of a lull, and holding his breath tensely when noa escalates.
his eyes briefly dart upwards as noa slides his mouth along the length of kaiser's dick, blinking rapidly for a moment before he looks back down. he laughs faintly, almost more of a shaky exhale — and again, why not? if it was kind of funny to do this under the unideal circumstances, it's obviously even funnier that he's now watching himself get sucked off by the world's greatest under the same circumstances — and he untenses a little when he finally breathes out, cock twitching faintly in noa's mouth. kaiser is glad he doesn't have to see it, because the tip is probably leaking embarrassingly with precum.
it says something, maybe, that even in this circumstance, it feels like the person kaiser is struggling the most against is himself. he's not so shy as to pass up an attempt to fuck into noa's mouth, but he doesn't want to react; his hips jerk erratically, but he holds back the impulse as best as he can. he has the body language of a spring being wound up, tension building alongside the pleasure, and perhaps faster than the latter at that. his left hand goes to the side of his neck again, palm firmly pressed against the rose blooming there, but without curling his fingers in. he should relax, he knows, and he thinks this is the most effective way of making himself do that — but it doesn't seem to draw out the intended effect very well. ]