Kib manages to confine his giggle to osanwë. All right then.

Could also dictate the letters to an assistant now but for some reason I am not confident in my ability to compose them with my usual clarity.

Gosh. Wonder why. Kissessssssss~

Do you want me to invite Findekáno over?

Either way.

Him you could probably interest in that human taking turns thing.

I suspected that but it doesn't need to be now in particular, I think you can probably occupy me.

He repositions him for more kissing. I should think so.

Mmmmm kissing. Is this in fact the right room for me and him if you're elsewhere occupied? he wonders.

Yeah. Safer than his to get into and out of. He was deliberately careless, that time, because he wanted you to know I wanted you. But this room is good, I don't sleep every night.

Okay. And that is all Kib has to say for the time being.

He's definitely not collected enough for letter-dictation. And there should be less clothes.

And even less collectedness than that.

Afterwards Maitimo is still not in a mood to write letters.

Snuggle. Kib has such a pretty face when he's satisfied with himself.

He's also pretty cute when he's mumbling random nouns in his sleep. Tonight a Harthanic noun sneaks in, that's new.

Perhaps it's another Harthanic dream.

(he whimpers, he tenses up, but he doesn't scream.)

So Maitimo holds him but doesn't wake him.

And eventually he sighs and opens his eyes. Snuggle.

Morning. Now those letters really do need to be written; you all right? Scriber coming along? Do you enjoy waking up to oral sex, I realized I should have asked...

That seems like it might interact really strangely with the dreams, so, wait till I'm awake. I'm all right. Scriber's mid-checkthrough-stage.

Best of luck with that.