[el nysa-verse] october scene (psl-style)

[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. ]

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[circulets]

[ Indeed, they've planned this and spoke about it for what's felt like a while now. Mikleo's tried to prepare himself mentally, doing his own amount of research to figure out what may be the safest way to go about it. Researching everything had been... interesting, to say the least. Still, he doesn't regret doing so - he feels more ready than before by doing that much.

With them unable to armatize, this would be the closest way to do just that. In a way, thinking of doing this is nostalgic - yet, what they're about to do is so very human, Mikleo never fathomed that he'd do anything like this with Sorey. As nervous as he was, there was a sense of excitement there, too.

He could tell that Sorey was nervous in the days leading to the one that they had agreed to. Mikleo reminded him that there was no need to be as nervous as he was - but really, he was one to talk. He was nervous as well - Mikleo was simply better at showing a more calm exterior.

To say that Sorey's prepared for today would be putting it lightly. It's every bit as ridiculous and cliche as he'd expect from Sorey. ... Still, he wouldn't have it any other way. He loves all that there is to Sorey. If this is how he wanted to do it, then... far be it for him to stop him. Besides, he appreciates Sorey trying to make Mikleo comfortable in this situation.

His lips twitch upwards at the words, pushing himself upwards to sit. ]

You really went all out.

[ofseraphim]

[ Sorey's shoulders hunch up a little, head leaning slightly to one side. ]

Well, I wanted to make this a special night for us, so...

[ Rising up onto an elbow for a moment, there's a bashful rub to the back of his neck. ]

Of course I did.

[ Little does he recognize, the night is already special, just because they're together. ]

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... That's true. We've been talking about it for a while. We've both had time to plan for it.

[ He raises the sheets upwards, eyes flickering away for a moment. ]

... You can come here, you know.

[ofseraphim]

[ "You can come here, you know."

Sorey internally thrills at the offer, (no matter how expected), as he closes the narrow gap between their bodies. They've been planning this for a good while now, and he's ready. They are ready.

And it probably most fittingly begins with a touch to Mikleo's cheek, a turn toward him, and--]

I love you.

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[ Sorey touches his cheek, and his touch already feels electrifying.

He leans into that touch, cheek nuzzling hand. ]

I love you, too.

[ofseraphim]

[ The setting Sorey has created is perfect. Mikleo's response is perfect. Mikleo himself is perfect, and--

--this is how it all begins.

A kiss for that reply, simple and chaste at first, while a hand cups the cheek that nuzzled into it. Then another, lazier and more languid, noticeably relaxing as they fall into this dance Sorey never thought they'd ever get to share that, by now, seems almost reflexive from practice.

He reclines back to the bed then, on his side facing Mikleo, hoping -- no, knowing -- the other will join him. ]

[circulets]

[ Sorey kisses him, and it feels easy enough to respond - to kiss him back with the same pace, the two responding to one another with understanding. It's such a vast difference from when they first started to do all of this. Those clumsy, uncertain days gone.

... Well, for the most part. It's a bit irritating that he's so nervous about all of this, but he supposes that's natural.

Sorey reclines on the bed, and Mikleo responds in turn - shifting towards him. ]

[ofseraphim]

[ They shift together, and surely Mikleo can feel the curve to those lips as they form into a smile, pressed to cheek, jaw, throat, and downward before Sorey pauses.

Cheekily: ] Have I told you lately how handsome you are?

[ Just kidding -- he has. But he’ll say it again for effect here, if needed. Or unneeded. (Look, he really loves his boyfriend, okay?) Until such time, however, kisses continue in a steady stream over a pronounced collarbone onto a pale pectoral, lingering where a heartbeat pounds.

...So, Mikleo’s in the same state he’s in, huh? He’ll just have to double-down on his efforts to reassure, soothe, and console, then. ]

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[ Mikleo's face reddens at those words, finding himself speechless at Sorey's compliment. He appreciates it, but that doesn't mean that he's used to such praise. Not even with how outspoken Sorey tends to be. ]

You're so blunt... [ He murmurs quietly, hands moving to gently card through brunet-colored hair. He shivers lightly under that touch, pressing a kiss to the top of Sorey's head when he feels that kiss linger at chest.

... He doesn't mind the compliment, though Sorey's one to talk, anyways. Perhaps -- more than usual - actions speak far louder than words. ]

[ofseraphim]

[ With a nose still nuzzled into the warm porcelain skin of Mikleo's chest: ] So that's a 'yes' then.

[ But he should stop. Really. Because if he continues down this path, the seraph will end him. And after Sorey worked so hard to put this night together just so? That would be tragic!

...okay but maybe just one more cheeky comment first. ] You wouldn't change me if you could.

[ He knows Mikleo might contest that supposition, (in fact, he's expecting it), but it's all for show. It's taken more than a short amount of time for them to accept and embrace it, but this love they share is encapsulating. It's all-encompassing. There's nothing excluded; no metaphorical asterisks to it. Theirs is the kind of romance worth dying for. No -- worth living for. And, knowing they could be indefinitely parted without a moment's notice, Sorey aims to drive that point home, here and now. Before it's too late.

An arm loops over the seraph's slender form, palm smoothing along the expanse of his back gently as kisses walk back up to a neck, then to waiting lips. ]

[circulets]

[ His lips tug upwards at the tease, shrugging his shoulders lightly. ] I suppose there's some truth to that.

[ It's true, though. He loves Sorey for everything that he is - his kindness, his strengths, his love and want to help those around him. Mikleo's always wanted to follow him, support him in every way possible. He just... never imagined that it would be in a romantic sense.

He feels a warm arm loop around him, and he can't help but push himself forward at that, chest touching chest, kissing Sorey back near instantly, tilting his head slightly against kiss.

It's funny how comfortable he feels doing this now. It feels like it was almost yesterday that they were just confessing to one another. ... Still, it feels like they just fit together in every sense. Kissing Sorey feels right - there's no word more fitting than that for it. ]

[ofseraphim]

[ Amazingly, there's no further retort. Guess that just further shows how far they've come, doesn't it? That Mikleo, who months ago was still struggling to return Sorey's most embarrassing confessions, no longer even refutes claims that used to be the topic of much debate before.

Sorey couldn't be happier or more pleased with this outcome if he tried. There's no one else who completes him in this way. No one who could ever come close. No matter where they go from here, or what becomes of them, this feeling won't change.

Body-to-body, kisses continue, a leg slipping between Mikleo's two. Granted, that leaves their hips in such a proximity that the brunette's by-now-rigid arousal presents itself unquestionably, but there's no point in hiding that now. Not with what's ahead of them tonight. ]

[circulets]

[ It's true, they've both grown so much. Mikleo's become much more vocal, more open with how he feels - and Sorey's grown, as well. It feels as though it's always been in a sense: Mikleo and Sorey have done what they've always done, help one another grow and better one another in the best way. He had once thought that he'd at one point stop having the ability to do that - that Sorey would one day completely leave the world of seraphim and live among humans, however... now it feels as though whatever path Sorey decides to walk, they'll walk it together.

Sorey continues to kiss him, and Mikleo responds in turn - meeting his lips in what feels like perfect unison, over and over again. However, he finds himself gasping lightly when he feels a leg slip in between his leg, finding himself pushing himself towards Sorey, wanting even more contact between one another. He feels almost greedy, wanting more than just this... He finds himself gently nibbling at Sorey's bottom lip, encouraging him to indulge himself further. ]

[ofseraphim]

[ They have. And it’s with a warm swell in Sorey’s chest that he silently re-acknowledges that fact anew as lips meet, bodies press, and limbs tangle. Even in his wildest flights of fancy in the few idle hours he was afforded before, he never could have foretold that they’d end up here -- whether in their home world, or elsewhere. Mikleo was his best friend, after all; a loss he couldn’t afford, should he misstep.

But they took a leap of faith anyway, didn’t they? And this is their reward.

A nibble to his lower lip sends a warm, shivery thrill through the brunette, a palm sweeping up and down the elegant slope of the seraph’s mid-and-lower back. Below, there’s a notable twitch of interest, likely rebounding against the belly of the smaller given their proximity, and Sorey does his best to break and reset their kiss, this time with a tentative flick of a tongue along the seam of Mikleo’s lips. ]

[circulets]

[ As long as Sorey wanted him to do so, Mikleo would always be there for him. Boyfriend or no, Mikleo was prepared to dedicate his life to being by Sorey's side. He was grateful that their relationship could keep growing and changing in what felt to be one of the best ways possible.

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. ]