( Though he could press more, though he could insist on doing more, Esikko decides to allow Makoto his space. He had nearly been lost in his actions himself, and so he takes the time to wipe his mouth clean some more, to fold his arms and focus on not thinking too hard on how it had felt, how much more he had wanted.
Still, his eyes keep drifting back to watch the other boy, his fingers curling into his elbows as he waits. So he can fix it, can he? Just like that. A little different from the clinic here, but similar in some ways— but then again, Makoto is a demon, or something, right? So it's like that.
He doesn't offer much in the way of anything, content to wait it out here, watching all the while. )
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( Though he could press more, though he could insist on doing more, Esikko decides to allow Makoto his space. He had nearly been lost in his actions himself, and so he takes the time to wipe his mouth clean some more, to fold his arms and focus on not thinking too hard on how it had felt, how much more he had wanted.
Still, his eyes keep drifting back to watch the other boy, his fingers curling into his elbows as he waits. So he can fix it, can he? Just like that. A little different from the clinic here, but similar in some ways— but then again, Makoto is a demon, or something, right? So it's like that.
He doesn't offer much in the way of anything, content to wait it out here, watching all the while. )