Words. It's where Jesper looses him. At words. At the question. One that assumes that Kell knows. One that makes him think.
To actually get his head back into the situation and face all the screeching noises it has been making that he was blissfully ignoring up to this point. Blissfully ignoring by only focusing on Jesper. What he does. How it feels. If there's anything that Kell has truly ever mastered, it is focus. He can concentrate with such laser intensity that all world recedes into the background. It could stop existing altogether. There's nothing there, but the object of his attention.
It is this inhuman focus that Kell turns on Jesper hands, without one conscious thought. In a stroke of pure instinct. Of mind and body going into it's most preferred mode. Seeing, feeling, acknowledging Jesper's every move, tagging every reaction his own body is having, feeling, making, when those hands slide up his ankles, his knees, his thighs. Noting with equally alien clarity the heat rising in their wake.
Then Jesper decides to talk, and Kell's focus is broken. Suddenly, he's aware of his position on the bed, of the weird angle that he looks at Jesper. Kell blinks, then burns deep, dark red of embarrassment. Heat draining from him faster than it bloomed.
This is a very bad idea. his mind screeches. You really don't know what you are doing, do you? If you're going to ruin it like that, you'd might as well not start at all.
"I..." Kell starts. He trips over his words, breaks, closes his eyes for a moment, before he's able to continue. Sounding all defeated now. Well, it was nice while it lasted. "It is a very unlikely situation to ever happen to me."
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Date: 2023-01-08 02:52 am (UTC)To actually get his head back into the situation and face all the screeching noises it has been making that he was blissfully ignoring up to this point. Blissfully ignoring by only focusing on Jesper. What he does. How it feels. If there's anything that Kell has truly ever mastered, it is focus. He can concentrate with such laser intensity that all world recedes into the background. It could stop existing altogether. There's nothing there, but the object of his attention.
It is this inhuman focus that Kell turns on Jesper hands, without one conscious thought. In a stroke of pure instinct. Of mind and body going into it's most preferred mode. Seeing, feeling, acknowledging Jesper's every move, tagging every reaction his own body is having, feeling, making, when those hands slide up his ankles, his knees, his thighs. Noting with equally alien clarity the heat rising in their wake.
Then Jesper decides to talk, and Kell's focus is broken. Suddenly, he's aware of his position on the bed, of the weird angle that he looks at Jesper. Kell blinks, then burns deep, dark red of embarrassment. Heat draining from him faster than it bloomed.
This is a very bad idea. his mind screeches. You really don't know what you are doing, do you? If you're going to ruin it like that, you'd might as well not start at all.
"I..." Kell starts. He trips over his words, breaks, closes his eyes for a moment, before he's able to continue. Sounding all defeated now. Well, it was nice while it lasted. "It is a very unlikely situation to ever happen to me."
It still sounds better than I have no idea.
You're really way over your head in it.