[ jamil is truly too kind, guiding kalim down and slithering his way up, mapping all the pathways kalim should follow to please him. kalim would call it entitlement if he had any capacity to argue the notion. and he doesn't. there's nowhere he wants jamil more than right here, against his mouth, and-- ]
I like you here too.
[ too sincere from a tongue that can paint its shameless way down jamil's body like this. too earnest from lips that don't hesitate to pull bruises from jamil's groin. too delicate between teeth that worry jamil's tenderest skin into roseate bloom. kalim gives himself away with soft hums and quiet whimpers, falling hot against every corner of flesh his mouth comes to assail.
if nothing else, this can be kalim's service to jamil. there's power in the hold he has over kalim, and that grip has nothing to do with spellwork or hypnotism. it's a different kind of magic altogether, subtle but unshakeable. the world, the moon, the stars; they could all belong to jamil alone, if only he would ask for them, and kalim's under no illusions regarding the lengths he would go to, to keep jamil right where he is. so until jamil realizes his own power, kalim will serve him just like this; a tireless tool in devotion to his pleasure, bending without question to his undeniable will. ]
Take care--? [ breathy, dazed, while kalim stubbornly pulls at jamil's pants, and works them down around his knees. and before he continues, he has to swallow hard against the way his mouth waters when his tongue finally pulls slow -- hilt to head -- along the underside of jamil's cock. ] Mm. Just stay here.
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I like you here too.
[ too sincere from a tongue that can paint its shameless way down jamil's body like this. too earnest from lips that don't hesitate to pull bruises from jamil's groin. too delicate between teeth that worry jamil's tenderest skin into roseate bloom. kalim gives himself away with soft hums and quiet whimpers, falling hot against every corner of flesh his mouth comes to assail.
if nothing else, this can be kalim's service to jamil. there's power in the hold he has over kalim, and that grip has nothing to do with spellwork or hypnotism. it's a different kind of magic altogether, subtle but unshakeable. the world, the moon, the stars; they could all belong to jamil alone, if only he would ask for them, and kalim's under no illusions regarding the lengths he would go to, to keep jamil right where he is. so until jamil realizes his own power, kalim will serve him just like this; a tireless tool in devotion to his pleasure, bending without question to his undeniable will. ]
Take care--? [ breathy, dazed, while kalim stubbornly pulls at jamil's pants, and works them down around his knees. and before he continues, he has to swallow hard against the way his mouth waters when his tongue finally pulls slow -- hilt to head -- along the underside of jamil's cock. ] Mm. Just stay here.