[ If nothing else, it’s definitely a lot less nerve-wracking than moments ago, where uncertainty had Sorey recoiling at the barest brush of hips. Now, they move together, arousals pressed together -- albeit through fabric -- rubbing along one another with every slow roll. Despite that barrier, he can still feel every twitch and throb, as though the layers between them didn’t exist.
It’s thrilling, just from sensation alone; which should be where his sole focus is. That would be the case for most young men his age, at least. But Sorey, conversely, can’t tune out the knowledge of who is pressing against him, encouraging him to continue. All at once, he feels so privileged; so loved, in the deepest and most meaningful of ways, that Mikleo would share something so intimate with him.
Their lock, fed back into greedily by Sorey, traps the quietest sliver of a moan as he once again throbs with whole-bodied want. A hand glides down the seraph’s back, palm flattening at its small, more for balance than anything else. The kiss breaks then, immediately replaced with easily five more, pressed to cheeks and chin and jaw and everywhere else in reach, quietly encouraging. ]
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It’s thrilling, just from sensation alone; which should be where his sole focus is. That would be the case for most young men his age, at least. But Sorey, conversely, can’t tune out the knowledge of who is pressing against him, encouraging him to continue. All at once, he feels so privileged; so loved, in the deepest and most meaningful of ways, that Mikleo would share something so intimate with him.
Their lock, fed back into greedily by Sorey, traps the quietest sliver of a moan as he once again throbs with whole-bodied want. A hand glides down the seraph’s back, palm flattening at its small, more for balance than anything else. The kiss breaks then, immediately replaced with easily five more, pressed to cheeks and chin and jaw and everywhere else in reach, quietly encouraging. ]