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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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[ 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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