[ That appreciative moan just by itself has Sorey humming in kind, without thinking. It seems to do the trick as a distraction at least, as he knows the moment Mikleo disrobes and exposes himself, but no attention is called to it whatsoever.
For the time being, he’s content to press more kisses to a neck, reveling in those hastily dropped upon his hair, where hands tangle and comb. That is, until--
”Touch me.”
If there have ever been words spoken that could set Sorey aflame, these are them. He’s absolutely on fire hearing that from his partner, thrilling from head-to-toe in a wave of goosebumps that crashes over him. Of course, he wastes no time -- fumbling and haphazard though it is, fingers accidentally skirt over the damp head of Mikleo’s cock before finding and grasping the shaft below. He dare not bring them eye-to-eye or face-to-face right now, but will still breathe a heated murmur of a request onto a neck. ]
Tell me how...
[ Faster; slower; tighter; looser -- those kinds of things, he means. Which is a big ask for someone so reserved as Mikleo, who likely wouldn’t dare vocalize such blatant instructions. But, then again, he already just did to a degree, didn’t he? So Sorey will hold out hope. In the meantime, he sets to a sort of default, which is to touch his boyfriend the way he would himself, in slow and gentle strokes, base to tip. His own length, momentarily ignored in favor of more important endeavors, still throbs occasionally against a thumb as his hips continue to twitch of their own accord.
It’s got him thinking, fleetingly -- is there a way they can... maybe do this together, somehow? Like making love, but without all the discomfort that has to come with that for at least one party. ]
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Date: 2018-09-11 06:00 pm (UTC)For the time being, he’s content to press more kisses to a neck, reveling in those hastily dropped upon his hair, where hands tangle and comb. That is, until--
”Touch me.”
If there have ever been words spoken that could set Sorey aflame, these are them. He’s absolutely on fire hearing that from his partner, thrilling from head-to-toe in a wave of goosebumps that crashes over him. Of course, he wastes no time -- fumbling and haphazard though it is, fingers accidentally skirt over the damp head of Mikleo’s cock before finding and grasping the shaft below. He dare not bring them eye-to-eye or face-to-face right now, but will still breathe a heated murmur of a request onto a neck. ]
Tell me how...
[ Faster; slower; tighter; looser -- those kinds of things, he means. Which is a big ask for someone so reserved as Mikleo, who likely wouldn’t dare vocalize such blatant instructions. But, then again, he already just did to a degree, didn’t he? So Sorey will hold out hope. In the meantime, he sets to a sort of default, which is to touch his boyfriend the way he would himself, in slow and gentle strokes, base to tip. His own length, momentarily ignored in favor of more important endeavors, still throbs occasionally against a thumb as his hips continue to twitch of their own accord.
It’s got him thinking, fleetingly -- is there a way they can... maybe do this together, somehow? Like making love, but without all the discomfort that has to come with that for at least one party. ]