[ Sorey can feel that pronounced twitch, the moan that joins it nothing short of electrifying. All at once, he wants more -- so much more of those sounds and sensations and--
Mikleo.
He wants more of Mikleo as a whole. No two ways around it. That name is on his lips once more as they finish decorating one another with fleeting tokens of adoration; but what happens next changes the inflection on it. His hands are...
Oh. ]
Mikleo, you want to--
[ Don’t say it aloud, he reminds himself quickly, and nearly literally swallows back the rest of his words. Mouth dry, he unconsciously licks his lips. ]
H-hang on.
[ It’s not an ask to stop. On the contrary -- it’s a reason to keep moving forward. Sorey’s hands move to his own belt, pulling the strings to untie it before carefully, cautiously undoing the tops of his pants. He’s not quick to expose himself in full, of course; and that has everything and nothing to do with the front of his underwear already being dampened with his own sticky, liquid arousal. Though that’s only to be expected at this point, it’s also... embarrassing, in a way.
But, then again... Mikleo is the same, isn’t he? So... ]
Is that better?
[ Asked as he rejoins their hips with their respective flies now down, only a thin layer between them. And, for as much as Sorey tried to be modest initially, the first roll they share is going to entirely negate his undergarments. He can already tell.
...That’s not about to stop him from doing it, of course. ]
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Mikleo.
He wants more of Mikleo as a whole. No two ways around it. That name is on his lips once more as they finish decorating one another with fleeting tokens of adoration; but what happens next changes the inflection on it. His hands are...
Oh. ]
Mikleo, you want to--
[ Don’t say it aloud, he reminds himself quickly, and nearly literally swallows back the rest of his words. Mouth dry, he unconsciously licks his lips. ]
H-hang on.
[ It’s not an ask to stop. On the contrary -- it’s a reason to keep moving forward. Sorey’s hands move to his own belt, pulling the strings to untie it before carefully, cautiously undoing the tops of his pants. He’s not quick to expose himself in full, of course; and that has everything and nothing to do with the front of his underwear already being dampened with his own sticky, liquid arousal. Though that’s only to be expected at this point, it’s also... embarrassing, in a way.
But, then again... Mikleo is the same, isn’t he? So... ]
Is that better?
[ Asked as he rejoins their hips with their respective flies now down, only a thin layer between them. And, for as much as Sorey tried to be modest initially, the first roll they share is going to entirely negate his undergarments. He can already tell.
...That’s not about to stop him from doing it, of course. ]