Kai allows himself to be pulled and is, if anything, clinging back. There's a spark of wonder in all this for him, that apparently Bashasa wants him that badly, and it makes him feel a little weak in the face of it all. He all but curls himself into the man's embrace with his hands on his chest and neck, all but lost to anything outside of the two of them.
Bashasa, it seems, also doesn't have to worry about overwhelming Kai with the kiss because he groans as it deepens and when they break apart and go back he dives right back in. He's still a little clumsy, still experimenting some, but there is no doubt that he is enthusiastic.
There's nothing to put the brakes on this with Kai clinging to him and making desperate noises of his own. Bashasa can slow down but he can't stop, not while Kai is like this and the thought tumbles through his head that maybe people are wary of having relations with demons because they know people would never stop once they started.
That might just be Kai though, and he's well aware of that.
He slides his hands up under Kai's shirt, mostly as a small distraction so neither of them open up the other's lips on their teeth with how fiercely they're kissing, but when his fingers slide over the skin of Kai's abdomen, skin fully healed but still a little warmer to the touch with the final stages of that healing, something snaps inside of him.
There's a low growl, deeply possessive, far more so than he would normally let himself be with a partner without some serious discussion first, and he's got his hands on Kai's hips instead, pulling him in close. He can keep from saying it, knows it's not something to spring on someone like Kai without some more sober thought to it, but he can't keep his body from telegraphing mine, mine, mine.
The Saredi work much differently than the Arik in pretty much all things regarding sex and romance, from what little Kai's been able to pick up (it's not exactly been his priority in things to learn). If someone heard how they handled things like marriage and relationships, how Kai would have probably wound up married to at least three people back in Kentdessa's tent, they might think that this kind of behavior would be alarming to him. Maybe it even would be, if circumstances were different. It's not, though. Kai is already Bashasa's demon; he is already his. The way he's being held onto is almost soothing in that context. It's some kind of confirmation that it's not entirely just him.
He's not quite sure what to do with his own hands, because he absolutely does not want to do anything that would move them further way or get Bashasa to stop holding him like this. There's a little start to his breath when the other man touches his skin, but it's just followed by another almost desperate little keen.
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Date: 2025-06-19 04:21 pm (UTC)Bashasa, it seems, also doesn't have to worry about overwhelming Kai with the kiss because he groans as it deepens and when they break apart and go back he dives right back in. He's still a little clumsy, still experimenting some, but there is no doubt that he is enthusiastic.
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Date: 2025-06-20 12:10 am (UTC)That might just be Kai though, and he's well aware of that.
He slides his hands up under Kai's shirt, mostly as a small distraction so neither of them open up the other's lips on their teeth with how fiercely they're kissing, but when his fingers slide over the skin of Kai's abdomen, skin fully healed but still a little warmer to the touch with the final stages of that healing, something snaps inside of him.
There's a low growl, deeply possessive, far more so than he would normally let himself be with a partner without some serious discussion first, and he's got his hands on Kai's hips instead, pulling him in close. He can keep from saying it, knows it's not something to spring on someone like Kai without some more sober thought to it, but he can't keep his body from telegraphing mine, mine, mine.
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Date: 2025-06-20 12:30 am (UTC)He's not quite sure what to do with his own hands, because he absolutely does not want to do anything that would move them further way or get Bashasa to stop holding him like this. There's a little start to his breath when the other man touches his skin, but it's just followed by another almost desperate little keen.