[ He knows. He knows that there's nothing between them to hide. Even so, Mikleo shies away slightly from being vocal. All of this is still new--it's overwhelming and intoxicating all at the same time. Still, all the same - he does feel comfortable - safe even - knowing that it's Sorey that he's doing this with.
A part of him wants Sorey more than this - wants to feel more of him and this, but... he knows to take this slowly, to take things one at time - to do things both himself and Sorey are ready for - and this much... it's more than fine. Mikleo appreciates them taking things slowly. He keeps up that steady rhythm, fingers repeating motions on what seemed to feel best to Sorey - hips moving forward each time he feels digits move on cock.
He moves his hand then - breathless, face flushed. ] ... I love you, too. Sorey.
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A part of him wants Sorey more than this - wants to feel more of him and this, but... he knows to take this slowly, to take things one at time - to do things both himself and Sorey are ready for - and this much... it's more than fine. Mikleo appreciates them taking things slowly. He keeps up that steady rhythm, fingers repeating motions on what seemed to feel best to Sorey - hips moving forward each time he feels digits move on cock.
He moves his hand then - breathless, face flushed. ] ... I love you, too. Sorey.