[ Mikleo is quiet and placid enough, but once those kisses hit his neck--
--o-oh... Oh no. Sorey can definitely tell his interest hasn't waned a bit now, with a telling, eager twitch from his hips. If anything, he wants the other even more for the fingers that clutch at him; the voice that murmurs his name. And he's so tempted--...
Wait a minute. Take a breath, he tells himself, and exhales in a measured, deliberate sigh, even if that takes more self-control than he's had to exercise in a good long while. ]
How does it feel?
[ How do you feel? Sorey licks his lips unconsciously. ]
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--o-oh... Oh no. Sorey can definitely tell his interest hasn't waned a bit now, with a telling, eager twitch from his hips. If anything, he wants the other even more for the fingers that clutch at him; the voice that murmurs his name. And he's so tempted--...
Wait a minute. Take a breath, he tells himself, and exhales in a measured, deliberate sigh, even if that takes more self-control than he's had to exercise in a good long while. ]
How does it feel?
[ How do you feel? Sorey licks his lips unconsciously. ]
Should I... keep going?