Re: Part 9/?
anonymous
October 15 2012, 03:28:10 UTC
When Mowgli came out, Kaa was waiting for him. He was feeling kind of unsteady on his feet, so he grabbed Kaa's hand and sort of leaned on him, and Kaa steered him down another hall and into one of the rooms. Inside, there were chairs, a bed, a long table with a mirror, a closet, and lots of drawers. But Mowgli wasn't paying that much attention to his surroundings.
You can take off your earplugs now. Kaa had typed. The music isn't nearly as loud after midnight.
Mowgli blinked at the screen before fumbling for his earplugs. Kaa was right. He could still feel the sound vibrating a little in his body, but not like before. He pocketed them and sat down.
"This place," Mowgli said, "I can't believe it's real."
Kaa smiled. "You like it?" he said, drawing up a chair next to Mowgli's.
"Do I ever." Mowgli said. "Can we come here a lot? Is it expensive?"
"Not really. That is," Kaa said, shifting Mowgli into his lap, "... not if you're a dancer."
Mowgli hugged onto him and scooted farther up his legs as Kaa stroked his back. "You touch me a lot." He said. "It feels funny."
Kaa's breath caught for a millisecond as Mowgli's hips rocked forward and resettled. "Funny good?" He asked, voice soft and dark. "Or funny bad?" His hands paused.
Mowgli shifted his weight again. He wasn't sure how to answer that. "You don't have to stop," he finally said.
Kaa's legs tensed and relaxed under him. He moved one of his hands to Mowgli's hip and started tracing circles through his clothes. "It feels less strange when you touch back." He said.
Well, that ... made sense. Mowgli wasn't sure why it hadn't occurred to him before. Maybe because when other adults had touched him, it wasn't an invitation to be touched. Was it? But if it wasn't, that was hardly fair. He rested his hands on Kaa's shoulders for a minute, and then thought of the way Kaa had stroked his neck in the car, and started running one finger tentatively over a long muscle that went from behind his ear to a hollow in the base of his throat. Kaa made a thin, inarticulate sound that Mowgli could feel under the pads of his fingers, and his eyelids went down until they were almost closed before he blinked them up again. Now this, Mowgli thought, was even better than tickling Baloo. He sat up straighter and tried with both hands. This time, Kaa really did close his eyes, and sort of nuzzled him with his upper body.
"You feel marvelous," he murmured, pleasure rubbing against a ragged edge of desperation as he spoke. One hand slipped under Mowgli's shirt and started doing what he'd been doing, through his clothes, directly against skin. Mowgli's stomach tightened, but he didn't scoot away or tell Kaa to stop, because it felt - nice. It kind of made him want to squirm, but instead, he tried to see if he could get Kaa to. As Mowgli's hands started moving over him with more determination and purpose, Kaa sucked in a breath between his teeth and swallowed hard.
Mowgli looked at him. "What's wrong?" He asked.
"Wrong?" Kaa echoed, as if he didn't have the faintest idea what Mowgli was talking about. "Nothing at all." He said, in a very innocent voice. "Let's just say you ... surprised me."
Huh. Mowgli smiled a little, and shifted his weight forward suddenly so that he was lying flat against Kaa's chest. The hand that had been rubbing his back went further up his shirt and tightened around him. With his other hand, Kaa started tracing the skin directly above the line of Mowgli's jeans. Mowgli really did sort of jump, at that, and they both stopped for a second. But he was okay, and to prove it, he reached up and started touching Kaa's neck again.
"Hold on," Kaa said, "I'm going to pick you up."
Mowgli put his arms around Kaa's neck and held on with his knees. Kaa lifted him easily, crossed the room, and lay down on the bed with the boy on top of him. When he tried to roll off, Kaa came with him, and Mowgli found himself under the man with his legs spread open. Kaa pinned him with part of his weight, playfully, as if he were trying to hug him with his whole body, and massaged his hands against Mowgli's back and thighs.
"I am?" Kaa asked, as if he somehow hadn't noticed. "I am," he admitted, smiling, and took most of his weight off Mowgli. "Do you like being held down?"
"What a weird question." Said Mowgli. "I ... um." Kaa had started rubbing his hand against the inside of Mowgli's leg again.
You can take off your earplugs now. Kaa had typed. The music isn't nearly as loud after midnight.
Mowgli blinked at the screen before fumbling for his earplugs. Kaa was right. He could still feel the sound vibrating a little in his body, but not like before. He pocketed them and sat down.
"This place," Mowgli said, "I can't believe it's real."
Kaa smiled. "You like it?" he said, drawing up a chair next to Mowgli's.
"Do I ever." Mowgli said. "Can we come here a lot? Is it expensive?"
"Not really. That is," Kaa said, shifting Mowgli into his lap, "... not if you're a dancer."
Mowgli hugged onto him and scooted farther up his legs as Kaa stroked his back. "You touch me a lot." He said. "It feels funny."
Kaa's breath caught for a millisecond as Mowgli's hips rocked forward and resettled. "Funny good?" He asked, voice soft and dark. "Or funny bad?" His hands paused.
Mowgli shifted his weight again. He wasn't sure how to answer that. "You don't have to stop," he finally said.
Kaa's legs tensed and relaxed under him. He moved one of his hands to Mowgli's hip and started tracing circles through his clothes. "It feels less strange when you touch back." He said.
Well, that ... made sense. Mowgli wasn't sure why it hadn't occurred to him before. Maybe because when other adults had touched him, it wasn't an invitation to be touched. Was it? But if it wasn't, that was hardly fair. He rested his hands on Kaa's shoulders for a minute, and then thought of the way Kaa had stroked his neck in the car, and started running one finger tentatively over a long muscle that went from behind his ear to a hollow in the base of his throat. Kaa made a thin, inarticulate sound that Mowgli could feel under the pads of his fingers, and his eyelids went down until they were almost closed before he blinked them up again. Now this, Mowgli thought, was even better than tickling Baloo. He sat up straighter and tried with both hands. This time, Kaa really did close his eyes, and sort of nuzzled him with his upper body.
"You feel marvelous," he murmured, pleasure rubbing against a ragged edge of desperation as he spoke. One hand slipped under Mowgli's shirt and started doing what he'd been doing, through his clothes, directly against skin. Mowgli's stomach tightened, but he didn't scoot away or tell Kaa to stop, because it felt - nice. It kind of made him want to squirm, but instead, he tried to see if he could get Kaa to. As Mowgli's hands started moving over him with more determination and purpose, Kaa sucked in a breath between his teeth and swallowed hard.
Mowgli looked at him. "What's wrong?" He asked.
"Wrong?" Kaa echoed, as if he didn't have the faintest idea what Mowgli was talking about. "Nothing at all." He said, in a very innocent voice. "Let's just say you ... surprised me."
Huh. Mowgli smiled a little, and shifted his weight forward suddenly so that he was lying flat against Kaa's chest. The hand that had been rubbing his back went further up his shirt and tightened around him. With his other hand, Kaa started tracing the skin directly above the line of Mowgli's jeans. Mowgli really did sort of jump, at that, and they both stopped for a second. But he was okay, and to prove it, he reached up and started touching Kaa's neck again.
"Hold on," Kaa said, "I'm going to pick you up."
Mowgli put his arms around Kaa's neck and held on with his knees. Kaa lifted him easily, crossed the room, and lay down on the bed with the boy on top of him. When he tried to roll off, Kaa came with him, and Mowgli found himself under the man with his legs spread open. Kaa pinned him with part of his weight, playfully, as if he were trying to hug him with his whole body, and massaged his hands against Mowgli's back and thighs.
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"I am?" Kaa asked, as if he somehow hadn't noticed. "I am," he admitted, smiling, and took most of his weight off Mowgli. "Do you like being held down?"
"What a weird question." Said Mowgli. "I ... um." Kaa had started rubbing his hand against the inside of Mowgli's leg again.
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