Kaleva makes a noise of protest. He bites himself harder.

He laughs, like he’s just made a joke, and resumes what he was doing.

"I-- I looooooooooh," Kaleva says, and comes all over his hand. 

...he’s gonna assume that wasn’t what it sounded like.

He doesn’t flee the scene, this time.

He does get up to wash his hands, though.

Kaleva doesn't move but is smiling at him a lot!

"I was promised a hug."

That’s...really nice. He likes this.

“...yeah, okay.”

He dries his hands and approaches again, tries to pull him to his feet.

Cling! Intense clinging! Also nuzzling!

"You smell nice."

“...I smell nice?”

He puts his arms hesitantly around Kaleva.

"Yeah. You smell nice and you're so warm."

“Obviously I’m warm. I’m evil, not dead.”

...this is kind of great.

He decides that this is a thing he does now. Because it’s nice. And he’s pretty sure Kaleva isn’t about to stab him in the back anytime soon.

No! If Kaleva stabbed Z in the back, then there would be no hugs!

Kaleva tips his head up and very deliberately kisses Z.

—oh. It’s this way, now? He can do this. Nobody’s here to see it, it’s not like he’s going to be embarrassed about somebody like this getting one over on him—

(He’s never been the kind of person who can’t work with that, anyway. He does what’s fun for him.)

He yields to the kiss, this time, makes just the slightest noise into Kaleva’s mouth.

Kaleva runs his hands through Z's hair and murmurs things along the lines of "soft" and "good" and "yes please this" and "beautiful."

He is, somehow, getting hard again.

As it happens, so is Z.

The compliments would make him suspect they were gearing up for something a lot more hardcore than this, but...Kaleva really doesn’t seem like the kind of person who’s already into anything, let alone the weird stuff, given his library habits.

He really hopes he picks what he wants from him quick, though, because he’s way more into this than he expected to be.

(He kisses back with enthusiasm.)

Unfortunately, it looks like what Kaleva wants is to keep petting Z's hair and kissing him while muttering into his mouth about how beautiful he is. 

Proooobably you shouldn't look to the guy who found out about gay sex yesterday for leadership.

Yeah that’s a fair point.

It’s just as well, since he’s suddenly very committed to the idea he had 20 seconds ago.

He does his best to put Kaleva back in his chair.

Kaleva goes along with this because he has learned that going along with what Z wants leads to orgasms.

Z drops to his knees in front of the chair and fumbles with his own pants.

In this particular case, going along with what Z wants leads to Kaleva’s dick in Z’s mouth.

Wow okay Kaleva is definitely a fan of this plan. 

He continues to stroke Z's hair; not kissing Z has made the compliments more audible, if not particularly more coherent.

"You look so good, you're so handsome, I love the way you look between my legs, I love your hair, you make me feel so nice-- god that's good--"

He really didn’t think he had this kink! Shows what he knows. He should have learned to expect by now that he has all of the kinks there are.

He shoves his hand in his own pants and starts to jerk himself off clumsily, moaning around Kaleva’s cock. Every so often he ducks his head a little too far and chokes, quietly, has to back off.

The first time he chokes Kaleva looks down with a lot of concern. "Are you okay?"

He pulls back reluctantly.

“Yeah—I, uh, it’s just, it’s like that sometimes when you get too into it—”

His eyes are a little wet but he’s also very flushed and very obviously still touching himself.

"Sorry, I can try to, uh, stay put? Be less into it?"

He shakes his head firmly.

“No—I. Kind of like it. And I’m pretty sure I’d be making myself choke anyway, so...”

This is a really weird amount of concern. He decides it’s part of the kink and so liking it is fine.