[ Somehow, Sorey can already hear those words, even though they go unspoken. They’re more than plainly evident in the way a hand rises to cover the seraph’s mouth the moment a pleasured sound starts to slip forth, anyway. But he doesn’t need to be so embarrassed; in all honesty, they’ll both make some pretty lewd sounds before this is all over. So although he’s been quiet thus far, the brunette presses a couple quick, reassuring kisses to the back of that blockading hand. It’s okay, they urge; it’s okay to let me hear you. They don’t have to hide anything from one another. Including this.
Though he’s not sure it has anything to do with that unvoiced request, a moment after, Mikleo speaks, rocking his hips gently into each and every stroke. For moments, Sorey’s sole focus is to match that rhythm, his own lower half unconsciously moving along with. Blame it on his own innate, but carefully stifled desire to be inside his partner; to unify their bodies inasmuch as they can in this world.
A call of his name earns one in reply, huskily murmured in a sultry tone. He’d never guessed he’d be quite so mouthy in a situation such as this, but Sorey can’t help the want to press his lips to everywhere he can reach on his partner: hair; forehead; ears -- wherever he can be allowed. It abates only with the unexpected addition of a hand, gently squeezing, offering a tentative stroke. At that, lids flutter, his next breath stolen. Mikleo has never touched him here -- let alone in a way such as this -- and it’s truly thrilling from head to toe. ]
Hahh... [ Pardon the eager twitch of his cock, no doubt dampening further at its head with sticky precum. ] I love you...
[ It’s still the strongest sensation he feels at the moment. The most pronounced thought in his consciousness is how much he loves the one he’s sharing this with. Nothing else. ]
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Date: 2018-09-25 03:54 pm (UTC)Though he’s not sure it has anything to do with that unvoiced request, a moment after, Mikleo speaks, rocking his hips gently into each and every stroke. For moments, Sorey’s sole focus is to match that rhythm, his own lower half unconsciously moving along with. Blame it on his own innate, but carefully stifled desire to be inside his partner; to unify their bodies inasmuch as they can in this world.
A call of his name earns one in reply, huskily murmured in a sultry tone. He’d never guessed he’d be quite so mouthy in a situation such as this, but Sorey can’t help the want to press his lips to everywhere he can reach on his partner: hair; forehead; ears -- wherever he can be allowed. It abates only with the unexpected addition of a hand, gently squeezing, offering a tentative stroke. At that, lids flutter, his next breath stolen. Mikleo has never touched him here -- let alone in a way such as this -- and it’s truly thrilling from head to toe. ]
Hahh... [ Pardon the eager twitch of his cock, no doubt dampening further at its head with sticky precum. ] I love you...
[ It’s still the strongest sensation he feels at the moment. The most pronounced thought in his consciousness is how much he loves the one he’s sharing this with. Nothing else. ]