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You follow Kankri to his hive, the closest one around, kissing Mituna to keep him sedated until you get somewhere private. He whines but lets you lead him along. On the way you think, you've never been so embarrassed in your life. On the way you think, you've never been so exited. You feel fingers brush gently up against yours and taken aback, you let your eyes dart away from Mituna. Kankri walks alongside you, head down so low his chin rests against his chest, flushed so red he could have faked being part of his sweater. His brows furrowed in the most self conscious way, you die a bit wondering how he must feel, heart fluttering when he pulls a bit of his lip under his teeth, reclining into himself even more. Does he feel embarrassed or excited? Is he anticipating or ashamed? Mituna pulls your face back towards himself and breaks you away from your thoughts.
After the agonizing walk you reach an enclave, too hazy to recognize specific details, drunk on kisses and gropes. Nothing is clear enough for you care, you just know it's private here, and right now private is good. The fear of being witnessed erased, you let your desires take charge and with a new energy you press your mouth onto Mituna's. The moans loud onto your tongue and you can feel the heat of his breath mingle with yours.
It's your turn to be needy now, and you claw at his collar, fingers finding their way behind his neck and tugging down the zipper that kept his skin covered. Halfway down and you feel it get stuck, and whine. Bringing your hands back to the front of his collar you yank the cloth down, exposing his collar. Your mouth leaves his and you suck on his skin, swinging your leg over his lap for comfort. You pepper kisses, leaving light mustard marks on his grey skin, but soon there's nowhere new for you to explore. You can't pull down the zipper. You can't get the rest of his body.
A primal snarl escapes your throat, and you reach for the zipper on Mituna's back again only to find you are unable to tug it down any further. Mituna's face is bright now, flushed with lust and slick with sweat. He pants your name.
"Latula come on."
"I, I'm trying babe hold-ah!"
He grinds his now very noticeable bulge right onto you in a frustrated, impatient motion, and you feel yourself shiver.
"I said hold on."
You find your focus slipping, as you reciprocate his movement, grinding up against him and matching his speed. You can feel Mituna's wetness through the fabric of both your clothing. Your own hips have become a thousand times more sensitive, and it's no longer just Mituna who's become noticeable. You shift your weight so that your newly unsheathed self can press against him in a more comfortable fashion, but the fabric in between you is uncomfortable. Desperate, you reach over again and make another futile attempt to tug down the zipper, cussing at your failure. Just as you're about to rip the entire thing off, you feel another pair of hands.
Kankri.
"L-let me, uhm, i-in all honesty I think that given your current situation and preoccupation that it would be ideal if I were to unzip Mituna's top, seeing as you are not in a position to comfortable be able to do so yourself and I volunteer to be of assistance if and when the time comes for you to also remove...your...t-top."
He swallowes. You almost forgot he was even there! You wonder how you look to him right now, sweating and flushed, moaning a name that isn't his. You wish you never found out he loved you. Maybe it would have hurt less to love someone else.
Kankri's fingers reach over, his entire hand shaking, and in one swift movement he tugs the zipper down Mituna's back. You frantically try to slip him out of his outfit, a difficult task as he ignores your movements and tries kissing you instead. The cloth clings to his body even though the zip is undone, stuck to his skin with sweat. You roll one sleeve off successfully before he grabs your hands and forces them onto his bulge. You can feel the heat and how the movements don't stop and the desperate writhing and bucking as he moans your name. You lose yourself for a moment as your own need clouds your thoughts. You can't feel him like this either! You finally got His zipper down and the idiot won't let you roll down his other sleeve! But even now, you would rather bear the minor discomfort, and keep feeling how much he wants you.