[ Quite contrary to ruining the mood, Tech Boy's amusement is infectious, provoking an answering smile from K that's nothing short of adoring. He'd really like to hear that again, especially if he's able to be the cause.
Discovery isn't limited to his exploration of Tech Boy's body, but also occurs within himself as his restless shifting beneath the god gradually resolves into deliberate intent. Driven by an unfamiliar instinct, he begins to rock his hips upward to meet Tech Boy's movements, seeking more friction and sighing as his eyes momentarily slip closed once he finds it. It puts him in mind of the first time the biting chill of nuclear winter in Los Angeles stung his unprotected face, and later his first proper shower with hot water, the way the heat rapidly enveloped him in the small, enclosed space — incredible sensations that had previously only existed as concepts to him, and nothing could've prepared him for what actually experiencing them would be like.
Just as nothing could've prepared him for this. Well... maybe not nothing, but it's never occurred to him to touch himself beyond what's necessary for maintaining good hygiene, and for better or worse now Tech Boy's aware of that as well courtesy of the glimmering red string that connects them. ]
I like the way you look. [ Stating the blatantly obvious here, but he suspects the words will be appreciated all the same. ] I just wanted to know whether I should compliment you or compliment your taste. [ He manages to keep a straight face until the last moment, where his teasing smile gives him away. But his tone is serious when he requests: ] Tell me about your ideas.
[ Because he's genuinely interested and is entirely capable of multitasking, as he demonstrates by happily accepting the guidance offered by Tech Boy's hands on his while continuing to touch and explore every inch of the god's body that's within his reach. ]
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Discovery isn't limited to his exploration of Tech Boy's body, but also occurs within himself as his restless shifting beneath the god gradually resolves into deliberate intent. Driven by an unfamiliar instinct, he begins to rock his hips upward to meet Tech Boy's movements, seeking more friction and sighing as his eyes momentarily slip closed once he finds it. It puts him in mind of the first time the biting chill of nuclear winter in Los Angeles stung his unprotected face, and later his first proper shower with hot water, the way the heat rapidly enveloped him in the small, enclosed space — incredible sensations that had previously only existed as concepts to him, and nothing could've prepared him for what actually experiencing them would be like.
Just as nothing could've prepared him for this. Well... maybe not nothing, but it's never occurred to him to touch himself beyond what's necessary for maintaining good hygiene, and for better or worse now Tech Boy's aware of that as well courtesy of the glimmering red string that connects them. ]
I like the way you look. [ Stating the blatantly obvious here, but he suspects the words will be appreciated all the same. ] I just wanted to know whether I should compliment you or compliment your taste. [ He manages to keep a straight face until the last moment, where his teasing smile gives him away. But his tone is serious when he requests: ] Tell me about your ideas.
[ Because he's genuinely interested and is entirely capable of multitasking, as he demonstrates by happily accepting the guidance offered by Tech Boy's hands on his while continuing to touch and explore every inch of the god's body that's within his reach. ]