[ Oh, but he does have to ask! In his own opinion, at least. It’s far better that than taking a step too far and driving Mikleo away, or having him think less of Sorey, that he can’t be trusted in these types of situations. But, in the interest of also honoring his boyfriend’s wishes, he’ll try to find a compromise. Somehow. ]

Okay. [ That’s all he’ll offer before setting back to work, lips reaching collarbone before a hand rises to tug that neckline down just a pinch -- enough that Sorey finds a heartbeat. An elevated heartbeat. ]

Your heart’s racing... [ he murmurs, pausing somewhat. Rather than ask the seemingly-obligatory “are you okay?” that would typically follow, instead he opts to move one of Mikleo’s hands gently to his own chest, smiling sheepishly. ] ...guess that makes two of us.

[ He’s nervous. It’s paramount that he makes this a good experience for his partner, and he’s got nothing to go on but kisses to the neck, ear, and jaw. Amazing, isn’t it? That he could grow up alongside someone, and still find a way to feel as though he knows nothing about him... but, here they are. Starting from the ground up, learning new things about each other. Discovering.

Together. ]

Here -- it might be a little easier if we both lie down, I think.

[ If only because sitting up only goes so far in terms of comfort. Sorey moves to lay on his side, then, almost as he had before. ]