[el nysa-verse] october scene (psl-style)
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ofseraphim[ They’ve finally agreed to do it.
After a slow climb to several failed attempts, (for various reasons), at intercourse, Sorey and Mikleo finally set a date on a calendar, and today’s the day they’re going to do it.
Do what, you might ask? It’s not so simply termed as having sex, or even making love. No -- tonight they’re going to give each other their bodies, sharing them in a very different, but also similar, way in which they already had in the world they knew before this. They’ve made a commitment to one another already; this is perhaps only a side-effect of it. An expression of it.
Yet, Sorey is a tautly-wound, walking, talking bundle of nerves. A swarm of butterflies swirls just below his ribcage; his heart is a hammer--
--but he’s ready. They’re ready.
Honestly, he’s never been unready to offer himself in this way to Mikleo; but, time was a factor. Here, in this place, for now, they have it. With their world seemingly like a video game perpetually on pause just before the final boss, this time they’re afforded here is theirs to spend, selfishly or otherwise, until the day their home calls them back to finish the task of saving it.
Sorey could think of no better way to spend it than by bathing the one he loves so completely in the most tender of affections; the closest of intimacies.
Speaking of bathing: naturally, he does that in advance of the occasion. Not briefly, either -- but rather, he cleans himself even in some pretty unusual and uncomfortable places and fashions; areas of himself not commonly addressed, but they might come into play tonight, for all he knows, so he can’t take the chance. As a last step after completion, he lifts an arm, giving himself a quick Pit Sniff, (Sorey you just showered, pls stop), finding the scent to his liking.
So, he’s clean. His teeth are brushed. He smells nice. All checked and double-checked. He’s even done some manscaping for the first time in his life, trimming the wilds of his nether region down to a meager, modest, and well-controlled patch of medium-brown. He’s definitely getting an ‘A’ for effort on this one. More than that, he’s perfectly coiffed above as well, normally-wild locks tamed into something more... business casual? That is to say, he looks more akin someone on their way to a job interview in a dream, (who has yet to realize he failed to get dressed for said interview), than someone about to lose their virginity to the love of their life.
But, hey -- what can he say? He’s excited. He’s honored. He’s--
--definitely not completely freaking out right now. Nope! Absolutely not. He’s got this all under control. He’s done his research, (and boy was that awkward), and has prepared a special gel specifically for the occasion, as well. It’s out in the bedroom adjacent to the washroom where he checks himself over before a mirror for approximately the 85th time, (and no less!), warming on the nightstand already.
Yes, warming. Rest assured, he’s left absolutely no tenet of this affair unaddressed. Especially that.
Everything is going just as he planned, so far. Everything from that, to his cleaning ritual, to the trail of rose petals leading from the door to their room to their bed, a random smattering of them pooled on the duvet, rearranged by Mikleo beneath it. Towel around his hips, Sorey opens the door to that sight.
He’s beautiful.
The sheets are pulled clean up to his chin so that all that shows is his face, but he’s still so, so stunning. Exquisite, even, bathed in the gently dancing candlelight of their bedroom as he is. No surprise, Sorey also acquired new, luxuriously-soft sheets for this event as well, in a color that makes the seraph’s pallid color palette truly striking, (though that much is incidental, he swears). It seemed just the right final touch to make sure Mikleo has every last possible creature comfort afforded to him on this most auspicious occasion.
To put it simply, if a bit cliché -- Sorey wants this to be a night they will never forget. One that--
...that Mikleo can hold dear to his heart, in the upcoming, inevitable years that Sorey is gone.
But he won’t let that sorrowful undercurrent even remotely breach the surface. No, not tonight. This evening is about love, and giving, and sharing, and cementing their bonds and commitments to one another in, frankly? The most human way they’re allowed, for now. Since they can no longer armatize, (which is arguably far more intimate, just in another way entirely).
Velvety red petals stick to the bottoms of his feet as Sorey approaches the bedside, turns down the bedclothes, and immediately drops his towel and jumps beneath them to hide the fact that he’s been in a state of moderate arousal for most of the day, much to his chagrin. And, right off the bat, it’s...
...awkward. Stilted. A silence lapses between them. He really should have played some music or something, shouldn’t he? So there is one stone he left unturned after all, he guesses. Ah well. No one’s perfect! At least they’re both comfortable enough with one another, and in their own skins, by now that it’s near-second nature for them to grow close beneath the sheets, if only side-by-side. There’s no “are you sure you’re ready?” this time -- they’ve talked about this ad nauseam, and confirmed they’re both quite certain. The only thing left is to get started.
Even so, that still takes a while. ]
...These sheets sure are nice, aren’t they?
[ Wow, way to kick things off with some intense, riveting conversation! Good job, Sorey. ]
After a slow climb to several failed attempts, (for various reasons), at intercourse, Sorey and Mikleo finally set a date on a calendar, and today’s the day they’re going to do it.
Do what, you might ask? It’s not so simply termed as having sex, or even making love. No -- tonight they’re going to give each other their bodies, sharing them in a very different, but also similar, way in which they already had in the world they knew before this. They’ve made a commitment to one another already; this is perhaps only a side-effect of it. An expression of it.
Yet, Sorey is a tautly-wound, walking, talking bundle of nerves. A swarm of butterflies swirls just below his ribcage; his heart is a hammer--
--but he’s ready. They’re ready.
Honestly, he’s never been unready to offer himself in this way to Mikleo; but, time was a factor. Here, in this place, for now, they have it. With their world seemingly like a video game perpetually on pause just before the final boss, this time they’re afforded here is theirs to spend, selfishly or otherwise, until the day their home calls them back to finish the task of saving it.
Sorey could think of no better way to spend it than by bathing the one he loves so completely in the most tender of affections; the closest of intimacies.
Speaking of bathing: naturally, he does that in advance of the occasion. Not briefly, either -- but rather, he cleans himself even in some pretty unusual and uncomfortable places and fashions; areas of himself not commonly addressed, but they might come into play tonight, for all he knows, so he can’t take the chance. As a last step after completion, he lifts an arm, giving himself a quick Pit Sniff, (Sorey you just showered, pls stop), finding the scent to his liking.
So, he’s clean. His teeth are brushed. He smells nice. All checked and double-checked. He’s even done some manscaping for the first time in his life, trimming the wilds of his nether region down to a meager, modest, and well-controlled patch of medium-brown. He’s definitely getting an ‘A’ for effort on this one. More than that, he’s perfectly coiffed above as well, normally-wild locks tamed into something more... business casual? That is to say, he looks more akin someone on their way to a job interview in a dream, (who has yet to realize he failed to get dressed for said interview), than someone about to lose their virginity to the love of their life.
But, hey -- what can he say? He’s excited. He’s honored. He’s--
--definitely not completely freaking out right now. Nope! Absolutely not. He’s got this all under control. He’s done his research, (and boy was that awkward), and has prepared a special gel specifically for the occasion, as well. It’s out in the bedroom adjacent to the washroom where he checks himself over before a mirror for approximately the 85th time, (and no less!), warming on the nightstand already.
Yes, warming. Rest assured, he’s left absolutely no tenet of this affair unaddressed. Especially that.
Everything is going just as he planned, so far. Everything from that, to his cleaning ritual, to the trail of rose petals leading from the door to their room to their bed, a random smattering of them pooled on the duvet, rearranged by Mikleo beneath it. Towel around his hips, Sorey opens the door to that sight.
He’s beautiful.
The sheets are pulled clean up to his chin so that all that shows is his face, but he’s still so, so stunning. Exquisite, even, bathed in the gently dancing candlelight of their bedroom as he is. No surprise, Sorey also acquired new, luxuriously-soft sheets for this event as well, in a color that makes the seraph’s pallid color palette truly striking, (though that much is incidental, he swears). It seemed just the right final touch to make sure Mikleo has every last possible creature comfort afforded to him on this most auspicious occasion.
To put it simply, if a bit cliché -- Sorey wants this to be a night they will never forget. One that--
...that Mikleo can hold dear to his heart, in the upcoming, inevitable years that Sorey is gone.
But he won’t let that sorrowful undercurrent even remotely breach the surface. No, not tonight. This evening is about love, and giving, and sharing, and cementing their bonds and commitments to one another in, frankly? The most human way they’re allowed, for now. Since they can no longer armatize, (which is arguably far more intimate, just in another way entirely).
Velvety red petals stick to the bottoms of his feet as Sorey approaches the bedside, turns down the bedclothes, and immediately drops his towel and jumps beneath them to hide the fact that he’s been in a state of moderate arousal for most of the day, much to his chagrin. And, right off the bat, it’s...
...awkward. Stilted. A silence lapses between them. He really should have played some music or something, shouldn’t he? So there is one stone he left unturned after all, he guesses. Ah well. No one’s perfect! At least they’re both comfortable enough with one another, and in their own skins, by now that it’s near-second nature for them to grow close beneath the sheets, if only side-by-side. There’s no “are you sure you’re ready?” this time -- they’ve talked about this ad nauseam, and confirmed they’re both quite certain. The only thing left is to get started.
Even so, that still takes a while. ]
...These sheets sure are nice, aren’t they?
[ Wow, way to kick things off with some intense, riveting conversation! Good job, Sorey. ]
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Date: 2019-01-05 07:58 pm (UTC)In the beginning, there were some things that felt foreign to him - strange, but new and exciting to share them with Sorey. A part of him wonders if it was because he was a seraph. After all, sharing things like romance was always something that felt more commonplace among humans than seraphim.
At the same time, he's happy - and Sorey seems happy. He knows that there's more than that to all of this, but... isn't that one of the most important things?
Mikleo gasps lightly at the touch, pushing himself towards those hands. He parts his lips, a moan escaping him at the feel of tongue entering mouth - sucking on it as he tilts his head in order to deepen the kiss properly. Hand wandering up and down side as the other reaches to cup cheek. ]