[ Mikleo continues to surprise him more and more, day by day. From a tentative, almost reluctant attraction, dances under winter starlight and near-kisses under mistletoe, to sharing every night together in the same bed -- and now they’re here. Just as the water seraph had offered his true name to Sorey years ago, here now he offers his body in a very different, but no less meaningless way.
And Sorey can’t help but feel anything less than absolutely honored.
He angles in wherever, however he can to press more heated, fleeting kisses to any unattended spot in his vision, puffs of overwarm breath mixed amid hums and shivery moans he won’t try to hide anymore. Can’t, really. There is, of course, the desire to sink inside Mikleo -- to let that perfect seraph body take him in, inch by inch, hips working fervently as they join and unjoin and rejoin in a perfect harmonious rhythm. Though that’s for later, he knows, it’s on his mind nevertheless, dampening his cock and thus, their working hands.
Or... maybe it would be better if they were together in one hand? He doesn’t want to take the task from his partner, but his own palms are bigger, (if not softer), able to squeeze both lengths in one grip they can both press into at the same time. ]
M-Mikleo... [ all the same, he can’t stop his rhythm, too enraptured in the moment to fully stall himself; instead, what results are smaller, slower pulses of movement ] Here... let me...
[ If Mikleo seems hesitant or upset by the idea, he’ll discard it. But for now, he wants to be as close to the seraph as humanly possible in this place, so joining them in one touch just makes sense. ]
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And Sorey can’t help but feel anything less than absolutely honored.
He angles in wherever, however he can to press more heated, fleeting kisses to any unattended spot in his vision, puffs of overwarm breath mixed amid hums and shivery moans he won’t try to hide anymore. Can’t, really. There is, of course, the desire to sink inside Mikleo -- to let that perfect seraph body take him in, inch by inch, hips working fervently as they join and unjoin and rejoin in a perfect harmonious rhythm. Though that’s for later, he knows, it’s on his mind nevertheless, dampening his cock and thus, their working hands.
Or... maybe it would be better if they were together in one hand? He doesn’t want to take the task from his partner, but his own palms are bigger, (if not softer), able to squeeze both lengths in one grip they can both press into at the same time. ]
M-Mikleo... [ all the same, he can’t stop his rhythm, too enraptured in the moment to fully stall himself; instead, what results are smaller, slower pulses of movement ] Here... let me...
[ If Mikleo seems hesitant or upset by the idea, he’ll discard it. But for now, he wants to be as close to the seraph as humanly possible in this place, so joining them in one touch just makes sense. ]