[ with the tilt, noa hugs his arm closer around kaiser's waist and plants his other hand into the mattress to hold his position firm and stable. tipping over would be unwise for a few reasons, the most important that he doesn't want to give any advantage to kaiser this early in. it does leave him without a way to stop the fingers from trailing against his neck, the curl in earning a twitch of the eyebrow and a hitch in his breath.
only as it happens does a recollection play of when the same fingers pressed into the rose tattoo, as he pulled away from devouring kaiser's mouth in their last bout. it wasn't pleasant to watch, and it doesn't particularly feel the same way here. his mind sends a false alarm about being strangled that he bats immediately, less it distract him. noise built from instinctual fears inherited over generations. kaiser wouldn't hurt him - not like that anyway.
noa steels himself from making any move that would suggest he doesn't want them there. then he counters by crawling his fingers down, carefully feeling for the hem of his shirt, then tucking and sliding them up. he teases up the waistline and curls into the abominable region, blindly mapping out the muscles that compromise his core, continuing to stoke the shared heat in the kiss. he wants to split kaiser's attention, make it harder to know what to focus on.
he's always had an appreciation for a physically fit form, though isn't crude about it like a certain brit. for him, it's knowing how much effort and time has been put into the process that makes it satisfying to feel and name each muscle with clinical care from his fingers. it applies to himself as much as others. ]
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only as it happens does a recollection play of when the same fingers pressed into the rose tattoo, as he pulled away from devouring kaiser's mouth in their last bout. it wasn't pleasant to watch, and it doesn't particularly feel the same way here. his mind sends a false alarm about being strangled that he bats immediately, less it distract him. noise built from instinctual fears inherited over generations. kaiser wouldn't hurt him - not like that anyway.
noa steels himself from making any move that would suggest he doesn't want them there. then he counters by crawling his fingers down, carefully feeling for the hem of his shirt, then tucking and sliding them up. he teases up the waistline and curls into the abominable region, blindly mapping out the muscles that compromise his core, continuing to stoke the shared heat in the kiss. he wants to split kaiser's attention, make it harder to know what to focus on.
he's always had an appreciation for a physically fit form, though isn't crude about it like a certain brit. for him, it's knowing how much effort and time has been put into the process that makes it satisfying to feel and name each muscle with clinical care from his fingers. it applies to himself as much as others. ]