[ There's no point in explaining when it's way more fun for K to demonstrate the extent of his knowledge. And so far, he's doing splendidly. The light touches are a nice preamble, and only goes to further convince the god of K's innocence and inexperience in these matters. They'll have to practice, he thinks, and it brings a wicked little smile to his lips. Plenty of practice. Tech Boy catches K's glance as his touch grows more confident, holding his gaze for a long moment. He presses into the caress, making a soft sound of pleasure to indicate yes, just like that. Tilting his hips a little, he grinds against K slowly in order to feel the full length of K's erection beneath him. Then he does it again, letting his own physical enjoyment travel along the red string with a near electric hum.

It's temping to abandon the conversation, strip them both naked, and get into a more thorough investigation of each other's bodies. While Tech Boy is, of course, a skilled multitasker, there are times when focus is the best option. And Tech Boy wants to give K's body his full and undivided attention.

But K brings up a valid point, one that Tech Boy had tucked away in his mind. ] I don't believe in that kind of fate. [ He doesn't like when things are that far out of his control. ] But this red string isn't a coincidence. Not if you were already starting to feel... [ something ] too. Even before you pulled me from the frozen ocean, you were special to me. It tied us together, thoughts and all, to catalyze what was already happening. [ He shifts his weight with a suggestive arch of his back. ] I couldn't stand to be away.