[ There’s something inherently soothing for Sorey in the touches to his chest that wander, aimlessly roaming along lines and curves. They’re gestures that say he’s appreciated, in body as in mind; and the lower they dip, the more heightened he feels everything become. It’s no wonder, then, that his hips seemed to move of their own volition, without his consent. The apology was there, though the response is--
“Keep going”?
Wait. Did he mean...?
Yeah. He’s pretty sure Mikleo meant do that again. Sure enough to bank on it, in fact. ]
Okay. [ Offered in a breathless whisper before he rebounds against the seraph again, gently and deliberately this time, lingering long enough that surely a pronounced twitch of interest can be felt. Sorey’s breath hitches, a pleasant shudder visibly chasing through him. ]
Mikleo...
[ They haven’t even undressed, and already it all feels so good -- so unbelievably good that all he can do for a moment is murmur his boyfriend’s name and hug him just a bit tighter. ]
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“Keep going”?
Wait. Did he mean...?
Yeah. He’s pretty sure Mikleo meant do that again. Sure enough to bank on it, in fact. ]
Okay. [ Offered in a breathless whisper before he rebounds against the seraph again, gently and deliberately this time, lingering long enough that surely a pronounced twitch of interest can be felt. Sorey’s breath hitches, a pleasant shudder visibly chasing through him. ]
Mikleo...
[ They haven’t even undressed, and already it all feels so good -- so unbelievably good that all he can do for a moment is murmur his boyfriend’s name and hug him just a bit tighter. ]