[ ...Okay, so maybe he can be a little less embarrassing in his verbosity. That’s fair. Still, it’s assuring, isn’t it? To know that they are in the exact same place, the same state, feeling the same things. But, while they have to communicate here in order to engage in this sort of thing -- especially for the first time -- maybe he should tone it down. Sorey makes a mental note here, as they change positions. ]
Yeah, I think so.
[ It would figure that while Mikleo is focused on Sorey, Sorey is focused on Mikleo: his needs, his pacing, his comfort zones. Most importantly of all, he wants his boyfriend to feel loved -- wholly and truly -- for who he is, completely separate from anything they are or could be doing. Ideally, the progression of events should be seamless and smooth. Comfortable. So, he’ll loop an arm around Mikleo first, palm gently rubbing soothing paths up and down the plane of the seraph’s back. Kisses return afterward, pressed to lips in a slow, lingering repetition, each and every one of them echoing an unspoken I love you.
And, just like that, they’re back where they were before all the stilted awkwardness of moments ago. Except this time, when an unconscious arch of hips toward the other leaves Sorey’s arousal briefly pressed to his partner, there’s no sharp rebound. There is still, however: ]
Sorry--
[ Breathed out on reflex alone. He doesn’t have to apologize for it, some part of him knows, but it happens anyway, if only out of habit. ]
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Yeah, I think so.
[ It would figure that while Mikleo is focused on Sorey, Sorey is focused on Mikleo: his needs, his pacing, his comfort zones. Most importantly of all, he wants his boyfriend to feel loved -- wholly and truly -- for who he is, completely separate from anything they are or could be doing. Ideally, the progression of events should be seamless and smooth. Comfortable. So, he’ll loop an arm around Mikleo first, palm gently rubbing soothing paths up and down the plane of the seraph’s back. Kisses return afterward, pressed to lips in a slow, lingering repetition, each and every one of them echoing an unspoken I love you.
And, just like that, they’re back where they were before all the stilted awkwardness of moments ago. Except this time, when an unconscious arch of hips toward the other leaves Sorey’s arousal briefly pressed to his partner, there’s no sharp rebound. There is still, however: ]
Sorry--
[ Breathed out on reflex alone. He doesn’t have to apologize for it, some part of him knows, but it happens anyway, if only out of habit. ]