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kalim/jamil fun times

[Some Kalim/Jamil goodness. Bed time routines + a suspicious candle labelled as relaxing that actually prompts honesty.

Jamil had quietly slipped away while Kalim was still busy, a good hour or so before he knew Kalim would start to feel tired. His presence wouldn't be missed and it allowed him to efficiently go through his own nightly ritual so that he'd be done and able to focus entirely on Kalim.

He effortlessly rejoined the movie night down stairs. Indeed, it appeared that no one had noticed him slip away, but his makeup was off, his hair was down, unbraided, and ready for sleep and his teeth were brushed.

He'd come back just in time to see a finale that meant next to nothing to him since he'd missed everything leading up to it, so he's ready to quietly get up and take the empty drinks and snack bowls into the kitchen as soon as the credits start rolling. He waits quietly as Kalim and Lilia discuss the ending and the apparent twist before Lilia jokingly comments that he better be off to bed, managing to work in a joke about being old and needing his beauty sleep all in one.]

Goodnight, Lilia.

[Finding the remote to turn the TV off, he looks at Kalim.] It's about time you get ready for bed as well, don't you think?

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[Jamil sees right through him. Seven, a blind man would see right through him! He shuffles a little closer, kneeling on the bed making him and Kalim close to the same height.]

You don't know what happened? Or you're just refusing to tell me, Kalim?

[His touch lingers, though he's making no attempt to reveal the scar again. Just... touching. The fabric feels nice under his fingertips and is already starting to warm to Kalim's body temperature.

He doesn't know what compels him to do it. But he's already so close. Tilting his head slightly, he lightly presses his lips to Kalim's before freezing. His face flushes immediately, even his neck turns a tint of red and he straightens up, pulling away, his own impulsivity having apparently spared Kalim from having to give him any explanation about the scar.]

C'mon, it's way past lights out now because of your doddling. [He says quickly, shuffling over to the far side of the bed and working his way under the covers, on his side with his back to Kalim. His face still feels like it's burning. He's just going to close his eyes and try not to dwell on why he'd just kissed Kalim. And he definitely isn't going to think about how nice it world be to feel their lips touch again, soft and warm, or how- No! He's not going to think about anything like that!]

[ it's... difficult, and he looks like he's actually trying to figure out how to say that, but then Jamil kisses him. And all his thought processes screech to a halt. He just stares at him in stunned silence, even as Jamil pulls back and admonishes him more.

The scar is completely forgotten-- in fact, Kalim wonders if maybe he's in a dream again? But even the Jamil in his dream wouldn't have done this, and everything else seems... seemed? normal. But his heart feels like it's pounding so hard, it might come out of his chest. And his stomach feels like it's in knots.

That feeling's... familiar, but... There's a quick shake of the head as he reminds himself, no. That was probably--

... Probably... Actually, why would Jamil do that? He didn't just imagine it, did he...??

He sits down on the other side of the bed, and ]

Are you okay...?? Um... This place is really strange sometimes, but you don't have to push yourself to get used to it like that!! No matter what anyone says.

I'm perfectly fine. Why wouldn't I be? [He stretches a little, pulling the blankets up around his shoulders and stifling a faked yawn that prompts a real one.] The lights, please, Kalim. It's late.

[His heart is still pounding and he honestly feels wide awake, acutely aware of the way the mattress dips when Kalim takes a seat. He also knows he hasn't crawled under the covers yet.

He just... He closes his eyes, taking a slow, even breath as he tries to refocus his thoughts.

It doesn't help. All of his thoughts seem to circle back to Kalim, wanting to kiss him, wanting him to get into bed so he can cuddle closer. Where are these thoughts coming from? He'd been warned the city could do this, but... No, that has to be the cause, right? Can he resist the urges once Kalim is lying beside him? ...Should he?]

[ that feels like maybe he's missing something. like it's a lie. but Kalim isn't sure, and Jamil just arrived, so it doesn't make sense to push, right? He gives a soft frown at his back as he weighs what he wants to do, but then Jamil's next command prompts him out of his reverie. ]

Oh, right!! Sorry!

[ he leaps up to get the light, even if he could do it with magic. it just feels more natural to do it the old fashioned way. Though, it leaves him in the dark. the down is already fairly dark at all times, but at night... well, he can barely see. the simple walk was much more treacherous in the dark, and when he reaches the bed again, it's a far harder sit down than it was before.

but the train of thought he'd had ebbs away, as he lies down next to Jamil, staring in the direction he knew he had to be...

Jamil kissed him... It had to be a mistake, but... was it okay to like it??

he isn't sure.

he pulls the covers over himself, and yawns lightly, ]

G'night, Jamil.

[The room is plunged into darkness, though there's the tiniest glow from the ember of incense that is just finishing burning down, a dull red pinpoint in the darkness.

Unlike Kalim, Jamil welcomes the darkness. It feels like a security blanket.]

Good night...

[He shifts in the bed, rolling over to 'look' at Kalim, or the spot where Kalim was. He can't see any better than Kalim can. But here, in the dark, it feels like maybe Kalim won't be as quick to question him as he slips closer in the bed. He pauses for a moment before easing closer. It starts with a hand and then he wraps an arm around him, and then his legs starting to tangle with Kalim's, and lastly he nuzzles against him, breathing him in as he relaxes against him.]

[ At first, Kalim dozes easily. quick to fall asleep, even when things are weighing on his mind. He's so relieved Jamil is... back? is there? he'd heard he was there before, but it's hard to conceptualize it. so when his arm moves around him, Kalim curls into it.

his fingers flex against the bed sheets, almost like he wants to cling back. and then the leg tangling starts, prompting a soft sound of confusion and then acceptance. his eyes flutter open briefly, and then he exhales a happy sigh. Almost like in a dream, he admits, ]

I missed you.

[ not the pushing away, or the questioning. just a simple statement of how he felt, with a sleepy, dreamlike tone. ]

[Jamil certainly doesn't remember being here. He'd also seen Kalim less than an hour before he'd ended up here. It only added a layer of difficulty to things. Clearly, Kalim had grown, changed... and missed him, in the past few months. But it's still difficult for him to connect with.

Regardless of all that however, he can't shake the urge, the need, to be close. He feels a wave of contentment and relief when he gives in and wraps himself around Kalim. His heart pounds in his ears for a moment when he feels Kalim tense, bracing himself for more questions and confusion. Luckily, Kalim seems to accept it.

For a moment, he doesn't dare push his luck, happy just feeling the warmth of his body, breathing in the smell of his hair. He lets his eyes close, but then realizes he's tracing his fingers over Kalim's skin. There's no pattern or path, just enjoying the feeling of Kalim's skin under his fingertips, gently, slowly running along his abdomen and hip. He does smell good. Familiar. Safe. It's too easy to tilt his head and brush his lips over the back of his neck, feeling Kalim's short hair tickling his nose as he does. That... that had been unintentional. But it also feels like he can't help himself. Like it's too good to resist. And his body is beginning to slowly make its interest known.] Sorry.

[He suddenly forces himself to say, unsure what's come over him. It's difficult, extremely difficult, but he makes himself pull back and put some space between them, especially their hips, feeling a mix of embarrassment, frustration, and... desire. He isn't sure what's wrong with him. He certainly doesn't suspect that innocent little incense burner he'd picked up earlier.]

[ what had started as a dream-like state of waking, slowly drifts into something more firmly awake. except-- it has to be a dream, right? Jamil would never do something like this. He hates him... or he says that, but Kalim hopes every day it's not true.

To have his lips pressed against the nape of his neck, his fingers tracing the skin of his abdomen or lower-- that doesn't match what he says at all, and kalim bites his lips, trying to figure out what he should do.

he should interrupt, undoubtedly, but there's a part of him that wants to be selfish. to enjoy that sort of touch, which is... somehow a feeling alien to him too. alien, but pleasing. There's no one in this world he cares for more than Jamil, andhe wants more than anything for them to be friends. Real friends. But maybe Jamil realizes it too, which is why he pulls back so suddenly? ]

It's okay.

[ Kalim answers well enough, and then turns halfway, to lie on his back just so he can look at Jamil (or the spot that Jamil has to be in). ]

I don't mind.

[Kalim offers him some quiet reassurance and he's just not sure what to do with it, how to take it. The desire is still there, gnawing at him. Incessant. He hears and feels Kalim shift beside him, hears the sound of the blankets shifting in the dark.

He only realizes he's holding his breath in anticipation when his lungs start to ache. Part of him had been expecting to feel Kalim's hands at any moment. But they never come.

Their first night here in a bed together and he can't stop thinking about wanting his hands on Kalim... Does that make him pitifully desperate? Is this place actually messing with him or is the idea of being in Sex City enough to make him want to act on desires that have always been there? Festering just under the surface.

He slides a hand closer, snaking along the sheet but under the blanket until the tips of his fingers brush along Kalim's arm, his skin warm and soft. He can imagine it just like he could see it, his fingers brushing over the white design that adorns his arm, idly following the looping designs.

He shifts closer, slowly, quietly, his hand slipping down along Kalim's forearm, nearly down to meet his hand, but before Kalim can make an attempt at entwining their fingers together, his hand moves to Kalim's hip, drifting across his abdomen.]

[ then he keeps touching him... Kalim's head is a mix of confused and desperate want. Every little touch is a reminder that Jamil is there, and that he wasn't just some sort of dream or fantasy. but this was so different from what Kalim remembered... his eyebrows knit together in doubt.

He doesn't mind... but does Jamil?

when he reaches across his abdomen, Kalim turns again, this time to his side to face Jamil directly instead. He wishes he could see him more clearly-- that there were stars in the sky to give some sort of indication of what expression Jamil was wearing. ]

Jamil...

[ his voice is conflicted. ]

I don't mind but are you alright...? This is sorta strange from you. It's...

[ these aren't normal touches like back home. These give him completely different urges-- or maybe he's the one that's changed? But they never shared a bed back home either. ]

... Different. Mmngh... No, it's more intimate.

[ that wasn't like Jamil, and that mattered more to him. He didn't want to just accept a Jamil that was convenient to him, not ever. ]

[When Kalim turns, he pauses, half expecting Kalim to shift closer, half expecting a returned touch, ready for either, or both, but... no. He just questions him again.]

Wow... glad you could tell. [His tone is flat, borderline annoyed. No shit his touch was intimate right now. So nice of Kalim to notice.]

This is expected here, isn't it? Maybe I've always wanted to do this and just been holding back... just needed an excuse. [It's not exactly a lie but not exactly the truth. No two people who've spent as much time together as they have hadn't at least had the thought cross their mind, right? But Kalim is right. He feels... off. Driven to touch. Craving Kalim. Thinking about it and, even worse, talking about it just made things feel more awkward.] You keep saying you don't mind... I'm starting to believe you less each time you say it.

If you don't want to do this -[He'd die. Ache for hours without out. He can feel that need gnawing in him.]- then just say so.

You're telling me you never thought about it? Not once? [At this point, he'd say anything if it would only elicit something in return from Kalim.]

Eh?! No, no!

[ Kalim immediately reaches out to take Jamil's hand-- though it's more like grasping aimlessly before he grabs his fingers awkwardly, shifting closer in a half panic at the idea that Jamil would think he doesn't want something like that. there's a moment where he doesn't know what to say, ]

It's not that at all...

[ his heart hurts a little bit, from confusion and elation in one go. He wants this so badly, but also, he knows how Duplicity is. The last thing he wanted was to do something, and for Jamil to realize later that he never wanted it in the first place.

But he's saying that he always wanted to? is that the truth...?? Did Kalim never notice before...?? ]

Sometimes, the city makes you... do... things you don't actually wanna do. That's all.

[ kalim doesn't mean to make the strained, worried smile he's giving so obvious in his voice. But he can't help it.

he's worried that Jamil will decide he doesn't want to. ]

[He feels Kalim's fingers bump gently into his forearm before finding his hand, making him grumble quietly, a barely audible noise of disapproval in the back of his throat.

No. Wait. This is fine. Good, even. It's a start.

He turns his hand so he's holding Kalim's hand more than Kalim is holding his and guides his hand to rest against his chest. He feels the warmth from his palm radiate through his shirt. That same warmth feels like it blossoms through his chest. He'd been planning on using this as a jumping off point, but he's almost a little rattled by how nice it is just to have Kalim's hand resting against him. He's just... not going to think too much about that.

He slips his fingers away from Kalim's so he can reach out tentatively in the dark, fingertips finding Kalim's chin before easing slowly up to cup his cheek. He'd felt so desperate moments ago and now... He tilts his head forward to rest their foreheads together for a moment, hating and loving how it feels to just share this with Kalim. A quiet, secret moment in the dark. Tilting his head, their lips gently brush before he guides Kalim into a soft kiss.]

[ there's a question on his lips, or maybe it's more accurate to say it's weighing on his heart. But it doesn't matter when their lips touch. It's both lucky and a shame he can't see Jamil's face clearly in the dark. He wants a little light, just enough to admire him when he leans in for that kiss.

but sight or not, Kalim knows immediately that he wants this, and has always wanted it. He doesn't need to be guided anymore, and he presses into the kiss of his own accord.

His hand seeks purchase against his shirt, against his chest. Normally, this would be no big deal, but in the context of this moment? where Jamil placed his hand there specifically? Kalim wants, more than anything, to feel his body, to soak in the warmth of his presence.

he missed him so much, there were so many times when the city taunted him with Jamil's voice, and now they're together again. and Jamil is kissing him. he's eager to deepen the kiss, opening his mouth with an inhaled breath, inviting Jamil to take more from him if he wants. ]

[He's not at all prepared for just how exhilarating it would feel to have Kalim kiss him back. Not just return his kiss, but seemingly come alive. To want him. There's an undeniable power in that, in being wanted, and it feels like a head rush. No need to think too much about how much he also wants Kalim, that there really is no one 'in control' when they're both on equal footing and are both giving into their desire.

He feels Kalim's fingers curl into his shirt, humming softly in approval. His fingers trace the curve of Kalim's hip down to play with the hem of his silken pajamas, heart hammering.

There's a shift, subtle at first, but he feels the way Kalim seems to open and beckon him to take more. He has to shift slightly to free his other hand out from underneath them, but once he slips it free, he cups Kalim's face, drawing him closer as he parts his own lips, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. Without realizing he'd done it, his fingers curl into the hem of Kalim's pants, holding onto the fabric, pulling him closer as if he might slip away. Wanting him, pulling, needing, like he can't get enough of Kalim, needs so much more.

The thought crosses his mind for one brief moment - they should talk about this, talk about what they're doing, how far they want this to go, but Jamil can't bring himself to break the kiss, doesn't trust himself to form a coherent sentence right now.]

[ a soft sound escapes his lips when Jamil pulls him closer, as their mouths meet again, but this time opened. He wants, so badly, to be better able to see Jamil. This darkness is unbearable. The only way he knows this isn't a dream is from the sensations: of clutching his shirt, the fresh taste of a recently brushed mouth, or even when Jamil's fingers curl just past the hem of his pants.

That motion gets another sound-- a mix of happiness and confusion. But also, he doesn't want Jamil to think he doesn't want him. That much is out of the question to Kalim. He leans into Jamil, both trying to show his excitement and also respect Jamil's space.

tentatively, his tongue runs along the lower edge of Jamil's lips. He doesn't even care that he's holding his breath, just to savor the moment. His hand moves from clutching to then pressing more flatly against the plains of his chest, trying to not think of the smooth skin that has to be under that shirt.

and yet, he knows he can be closer. uses his legs to push himself closer. he'll happily take this much, even if it's all Jamil offers him for the night. ]

[It's becoming quickly obvious that the last thing Jamil seems to want is space. He continues to try to pull at Kalim, wanting him closer and hooking a leg behind Kalim's calf as they deepen the kiss.

He parts his lips, panting softly when he feels Kalim's slow exploration, eventually tilting his head to try to catch his tongue and gently suckle on it.

While he continues to squeeze and release the handful of fabric he has of Kalim's pants, he seems hesitant to let his hands wander much lower. Even as his body, and he's sure Kalim's, are making their interest known, he's not sure he's ready to just dive into the deep end. But while he was hesitant to go below the belt, he both wanted to touch and be touched. Pulling away from Kalim slightly and reluctantly breaking the kiss, he peels his shirt off and tosses it aside, hoping Kalim's hand will return, aching to feel his hands on him.]

Kalim... I... I don't know how much- [How much, how far. He's finding himself wishing they had a bit of light as well.]

[ it's true, Kalim feels himself aching in many ways as well, from the absolute need he didn't even know he had until Jamil started kissing him. It's almost dizzying, how quickly everything feels like it's escalated, and how quickly his body had reacted to just the tease of Jamil's hands close to his hips. He finds himself panting when Jamil pulls back from the kiss, a brief moment of confusion and then excitement when he realizes Jamil's taken his shirt off.

He wants more of the kissing. His hands even go back to Jamil's chest immediately, as a shiver runs down his spine at the realization that they are skin to skin.

His mouth nearly acts on instinct to continue kissing him, but then Jamil speaks, and it gives him some pause. It had escalated so quickly, they hadn't talked. Is Jamil asking for permission? Is it doubt? He licks his lips and tries to calm himself down, his eyebrows furrowing.

He can't see his expression, only hear his tone. ]

H-How much what...?

[ he asks, deciding it's better to hear Jamil's question properly than to push ahead. Jamil deserves that and more. ]

[It is nice, better, wonderful even, to feel Kalim's hands on him, fingers running over his skin, the mix of his soft hands and the hint of his nails, the contrasting texture that makes him practically arch into his touch, wanting so much more.

But it's important. He needs to focus, just for a moment, so they can both be on the same page. Even as he tries to organize his thoughts, however, he shifts closer, tilting his head, nuzzling, lips brushing along Kalim's jawline followed by a hint of teeth. When he speaks, he murmurs the words practically into Kalim's ear, lips brushing over his skin with each word.]

How much are we doing... How far-? [He snakes a hand under Kalim's shirt, not quite attempting to remove it, just wanting to explore, wanting his hands trailing along his back.] I'm... touching would be okay. Good. Yeah? [Part of him wants so much more, but a much more cautious, loud part of him is terrified, too scared to give too much of himself too fast, scared he won't be good enough, scared what it might look like if he's too eager, too easy.]

[ He wasn't expecting the answer to his question to be delivered with all of those little, distracting touches. He's had his skin set aflame with touches similar to what Jamil is doing, and yet it feels very much like he'd never felt anything like it before.

His stomach knots in need and want, his breath literally taken away for a moment as he soaks it in. His hand presses against his chest, the contours painting an image in his mind of where Jamil is, and what the shape of his body is like, leaving him wanting to taste him.

He wants to kiss him more, but instead he tilts his head to leave more access, to bare his throat for him. And yet, he can't help but push a little closer, the skin on their arms pressing flush.

Jamil had asked a question, and he'd forgotten to answer for a moment. ]

Y-Yeah. Yeah-- touching is good.

[ he'd almost forgotten what he asked, he can't help the dazed quality of his voice, like he can't believe he could be this lucky. ]

[Kalim bares his throat and agrees and it almost feels like instinct to take, to lash out, to claim. He tilts his head, brushing a kiss over his jugular before biting, sucking on his skin, bruising. It probably feels great, but he also wants it to be visible and obvious. There will be more of those to follow.

His fingers, blunt nails, press into Kalim's skin like he's trying to pull him closer despite there being almost no room for either of them to move.

Shifting slightly, he bends a knee, nudging a thigh between Kalim's legs, his hand moving back to his hip as he pulls him forward and rolls his body against his, their hips grinding together with an audible inhale.]

[ There are so many different sensations at once. Jamil's mouth on his throat-- even if it hurt a little bit, felt amazing. The warmth and wetness of his mouth contrasted with the rush of air when he kissed somewhere else not long after, dragging a pleased hum from him.

While he does that, Kalim's fingers go to his chest and to his nipples, trying to keep up, trying to express how much he wants him. His fingers drag lightly, until he finds his nipples. Fingerpads press against them and then tweak and--

and then he gets distracted by the sudden friction of Jamil's thigh, followed by the pressure of the way their bodies press together. There's a louder moan that escapes his lips that time. His body is way too eager to react. His cock quickly grows firm against him, the pants between the two of them adding an additional layer of frustration when he realizes how much he wants to be skin-to-skin with him. ]

Jamil...

[ Saying his name just to say it, to remind himself that Jamil is there, and this isn't some sort of weird dream. The next time he can, with his rhythm, he uses his leg to roll his hips against him, and also pull his thigh tighter for additional friction.

it's selfish... but-- they said touching, touching was fine. Jamil would tell him no.

He swallows... He'd tell him no. He said he would. ]

[Jamil is quickly getting overwhelmed by sensation and desire himself. In his fantasies, he'd imagined he'd be the one kissing and eliciting responses, his partner in throes of passion and at his mercy, his pleasure coming from the control, but the real thing is so much different. Kalim reacts, moves against him, explores him, runs his fingers over sensitive parts of his body. They're so much more like a pair of dancers, feeding off of one another, a cascade of wonderful reactions. And, while it's different than he'd imagined, it's far from a bad thing.

Hearing Kalim's moan pulls his lips into smirk of a smile, shifting and feeling so he can press his lips back against Kalim's and share that smile, catch his moan in an intense and heated kiss. His breathing speeds up along with his heartrate and he has to bite back a soft moan of his own when Kalim says his name.

He realizes his hands haven't stopped moving. Someone might think they'd never touched one another before they're both almost overly eager to explore. It would almost be laughable if it didn't feel so good, if he didn't ache for more.]

Yeah? [He sounds breathless.

Kalim doesn't answer him with words, but he does answer him, their hips grinding together, an eruption of pleasure and friction that feels impossibly good. His hands slide down Kalim's back to firmly hold his ass, pulling him closer as he rocks against him again. It's not enough.

Holding him close, he rolls onto his back, bringing Kalim with him. Yes. Now they're flush together, able to move more easily, but the fabric between them is getting increasingly frustrating. He's not quite willing to do anything about it just yet. It feels like a big step, a very big step. So, instead he kneads and pulls at Kalim's pants without actually removing them, eventually working up the courage to palm him through the fabric, though he quickly gets greedy and goes back to rocking their hips together, hard and feeling Kalim hard against him, it's more than enough to draw a few heady moans and sharp inhales from him.]

[ Kalim lets himself be pulled, adjusting easily after so much practice. But he wishes he could see Jamil, and yet their only light is the faint ember from the incense that he'd put out. A little bit of light, so he could see Jamil's face... but that thought goes out the window with the additional touches.

Jamil's hand on his ass, then pressed against his aching need, and then another rush as he ruts against him. He moans, both ecstatic and frustrated against the skin of his neck.

This position offers Kalim the chance to pay Jamil back for those kisses earlier-- for all the marks that will inevitably show up on his neck when they turn the lights on again. But when Kalim kisses along the crook of his neck, it's gentle, sucking kisses. He can't bring himself to mark Jamil in the same way, but he can lather attention there, drag his tongue along skin to leave wet spots, chased by his breath.

His hands brace himself, because he isn't sure what he'll do if they keep up like this. It feels too good, more than he could have ever wanted, and yet... he wants more, which he knows he doesn't have any right to. ]

[The boldness and confidence behind the way Kalim presses his lips against his neck, sucking and kissing, it's a reminder of how much this place must have already changed him. It also causes a flourish of jealousy to bloom in his chest that he quickly tries to forget about as he instead focuses on how good Kalim feels. His breath hitches and catches in his throat when he feels Kalim drag his tongue over his skin, blushing furiously in the dark even as he's unable to bite back a soft whimper of need.

He feels so torn between begging Kalim for more than what they'd agreed on and asking him to stop.

An impossible flood of emotions well up in his chest, making his throat feel tight with panic, and he threads his fingers into Kalim's hair. It's still short, silky between his fingers, but he does his best to get a handful of it, somewhere between ready to wrench him off of him and holding him close.

Everything feels so utterly overwhelming, but the pleasure and need remain constant, growing louder, and they're the easiest, simplest, things to cling to. His breath hitches again as he grinds his hips against Kalim's, breathing shaky, coming in soft, short pants.] I'm close.

[ those words should not be as exciting to Kalim as they are. he should not find himself wanting to immediately make sure Jamil finishes, exactly as he wants. should not have his mind go to all the ways he can do it himself.

but the way they are now, his breath quickens, and he swallows as the thoughts send a shiver down his spine. And he pulls back, murmuring, ]

Finishing like that isn't comfortable...

[ he can't get it out of his head. He shouldn't-- but he wants to do this for Jamil. To make something slightly more pleasant for him than just coming with his clothes on. He wants to taste him on his lips as surely as anything else.

There's a small part of him that worries about what Jamil would think-- would this be the thing that goes too far? the thing that reminds him that he hates him? those doubts are small in his head, but there, helping the way his heart feels like it's caught in his throat. ]

I can help you.

[ his hands press against his skin again, pushing back and up. Not moving elsewhere just yet, not to get the fabric out of the way... but still, he can't help the tone he uses, the soft needy undertones, or even the hint of desire that sounds-- different. from usual. ]

[He doesn't quite manage to swallow down his needy whine when Kalim pulls back, frustration and desire overwhelming him for a moment.]

So? [He hisses back. It's almost accusatory.

Kalim is offering to help him, but all he's doing is moving further away, and Jamil once again makes a quiet whine of a noise that borders on begging.]

Kalim, please. [He wants him to come back, he wants his hands on his skin, he wants to feel his body pressed close. And he has no idea what he's up to.]

[ please is asking him to do it. That's what Kalim takes it as, and his hands deftly lift the elastic on Jamil's pants to push them down enough to expose his cock.

It's a bit heady-- Kalim isn't exactly sure if he should do this, but that part of him is arguing with another part that says this is the right thing to do. To make sure Jamil has a good time as best as he can. This is technically still just touching, isn't it?

and so he lowers his mouth to his cock, his tongue circling the tip just before he lowers his head more, closing his eyes to focus on the motion. using his tongue to press against the underside on his way down, til the tip presses against the back of his throat, and then lifting it back up with an obscene slurp.

he wants to take him in all the way-- but even he knows he needs to work up to it. ]

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