[ after the mistletoe incident, noa should be aware that kaiser is on guard for having things spat into his mouth at any time. is that objectively a weird thing to be on edge for? well, maybe noa should have a second thought over what he's done to a poor german boy's psyche if he thinks so.
the thing about inexperience is that kaiser can't even appreciate that he's being guided in the right direction. maybe in retrospect he'll realize it, but that's far off on the horizon — it's not like kaiser would've appreciated it even if he could recognize it, so maybe that doesn't matter. at any rate, his initial reaction to noa grabbing at his hand is to jerk away slightly — but then he relaxes into the hold, as if the surface tension across him has broken. he seems almost agog at where noa's leading him, eyes wide and wary, like he's anticipating some kind of gotcha moment at the end of this, but his hand settles near the crown of noa's head and this, too, is oddly soothing.
if he weren't horribly repressed, kaiser might recognize this as the natural effect of feeling the touch of another person and accepting it for what it is. as it is, kaiser tilts his head back for a moment, breathing in deeply and letting instinct lead, letting his mind clear the way it does when he knows there's a goal in front of him. when he stops overthinking it so severely, he begins to respond more fluidly — his fingers brush through noa's hair before settling, curling against his scalp in a way that's firm without being too overbearing. his entire body curls inwards a little, inadvertently nudging his dick further into noa's mouth as kaiser finally lets himself properly register the sensation of pleasure building up, somewhere low in his abdomen and spreading outwards from there.
he writhes in the tentative way of somebody who has no idea what is happening, movements slight but undeniable: kaiser's idea of sexual release has been straightforward and somewhat underwhelming, to the point that this feels like a different experience altogether than what he's used to. he doesn't have the mental coherence to put it together in the moment, but he knows in a fundamental sense that noa is playing him like an instrument right now. his victory is in the fact that he's pulled something new out of kaiser, coaxing the desire to seek pleasure out of one of the most repressed people around, to the point that kaiser's not in full control of the way that his body reacts to it. if kaiser doesn't buck his hips up to push his dick further into noa's mouth, it's not for a lack of desire to chase what feels good, but more a reflection of kaiser's base nature: more of a squirmer, unable to stay still when he loses control over himself even though he'd like to.
kaiser would be frustrated over all of this, but he doesn't have the bandwidth to dedicate to actively registering that at the moment. he inhales sharply as noa continues, without apparent regard for kaiser's plight to keep it together; he opens his mouth to say something, maybe give an indication that he feels like he's on the precipice of falling so maaaybe stop building him up, but—
rest assured that kaiser will be mentally and severely berating himself over it later, but instead he groans emphatically and attempts to pull erratically at noa's hair, to minimal success — this is all the advance warning noa will get before kaiser comes. the way that orgasm hits him is less explosive so much as it is protracted, aftershocks rolling through his body before he can even fully register the wave of pleasure that preceded it: all he can do is get swept along, subconsciously attempting to press his legs together as if he can restrain the sheer amount of sensation physically, thoroughly overwhelmed to that kaiser will at least spare himself the active knowledge that he can't hold back his voice, moaning and making almost animalistic vocalizations between breaths. if it's hot to sound like an injured predator, well — it must be for somebody, right? ]
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the thing about inexperience is that kaiser can't even appreciate that he's being guided in the right direction. maybe in retrospect he'll realize it, but that's far off on the horizon — it's not like kaiser would've appreciated it even if he could recognize it, so maybe that doesn't matter. at any rate, his initial reaction to noa grabbing at his hand is to jerk away slightly — but then he relaxes into the hold, as if the surface tension across him has broken. he seems almost agog at where noa's leading him, eyes wide and wary, like he's anticipating some kind of gotcha moment at the end of this, but his hand settles near the crown of noa's head and this, too, is oddly soothing.
if he weren't horribly repressed, kaiser might recognize this as the natural effect of feeling the touch of another person and accepting it for what it is. as it is, kaiser tilts his head back for a moment, breathing in deeply and letting instinct lead, letting his mind clear the way it does when he knows there's a goal in front of him. when he stops overthinking it so severely, he begins to respond more fluidly — his fingers brush through noa's hair before settling, curling against his scalp in a way that's firm without being too overbearing. his entire body curls inwards a little, inadvertently nudging his dick further into noa's mouth as kaiser finally lets himself properly register the sensation of pleasure building up, somewhere low in his abdomen and spreading outwards from there.
he writhes in the tentative way of somebody who has no idea what is happening, movements slight but undeniable: kaiser's idea of sexual release has been straightforward and somewhat underwhelming, to the point that this feels like a different experience altogether than what he's used to. he doesn't have the mental coherence to put it together in the moment, but he knows in a fundamental sense that noa is playing him like an instrument right now. his victory is in the fact that he's pulled something new out of kaiser, coaxing the desire to seek pleasure out of one of the most repressed people around, to the point that kaiser's not in full control of the way that his body reacts to it. if kaiser doesn't buck his hips up to push his dick further into noa's mouth, it's not for a lack of desire to chase what feels good, but more a reflection of kaiser's base nature: more of a squirmer, unable to stay still when he loses control over himself even though he'd like to.
kaiser would be frustrated over all of this, but he doesn't have the bandwidth to dedicate to actively registering that at the moment. he inhales sharply as noa continues, without apparent regard for kaiser's plight to keep it together; he opens his mouth to say something, maybe give an indication that he feels like he's on the precipice of falling so maaaybe stop building him up, but—
rest assured that kaiser will be mentally and severely berating himself over it later, but instead he groans emphatically and attempts to pull erratically at noa's hair, to minimal success — this is all the advance warning noa will get before kaiser comes. the way that orgasm hits him is less explosive so much as it is protracted, aftershocks rolling through his body before he can even fully register the wave of pleasure that preceded it: all he can do is get swept along, subconsciously attempting to press his legs together as if he can restrain the sheer amount of sensation physically, thoroughly overwhelmed to that kaiser will at least spare himself the active knowledge that he can't hold back his voice, moaning and making almost animalistic vocalizations between breaths. if it's hot to sound like an injured predator, well — it must be for somebody, right? ]