malleadjusted | 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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[ 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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