[ The touches are so careful - so gentle and warm, just like Sorey himself. There's no doubt that he feels loved right now. He kisses lower - and lower - and lower still, and Mikleo can feel himself getting worked up all over again. He sighs at those kisses, fingers moving to card through brunet-colored hair. ]
... You don't have to ask. [ His face flushes at that, eyes darting away for a moment. Somehow, it's more nerve-wracking when he does. ]
no subject
... You don't have to ask. [ His face flushes at that, eyes darting away for a moment. Somehow, it's more nerve-wracking when he does. ]