[ “Good”. Sure, it’s a mediocre description in general; but coming from Mikleo, it tells Sorey so much. (As if the fingers clawing at his shirt and that voice -- heavens, that voice -- already hadn’t. ]
Alright. [ He breathes out that same measured, controlled exhale as before. ] I’ll keep going, then.
[ Said as he eases more of himself into his boyfriend’s clutches. Or, as much as he can, at least, until his hips make contact in a screaming announcement of his arousal, and he rebounds away reflexively. Yikes. Thankfully, continued kisses should distract, pressed hotly to supple skin, lingering over the place a heartbeat can be felt, elevated. Not quite racing, like his own, but... faster than he would expect.
By the time he completes that trail, he’s nearly quaking from want, desire thick and heavy in his voice as he pauses. ]
Mikleo, I...
[ I want to touch you so much more; I want to keep going; I want to make you feel even better; I want to make love--
But he can’t say any of those things. Why? Because they all start the same way: “I want”. But this isn’t about what Sorey wants, it’s about the both of them. Together. What does Mikleo want? It’s not immediately clear; and asking? That’s a bit much to tackle for right now. So--]
...I’m sorry. [ Said with a sheepish smile summoned from somewhere as he draws back; one that seems to poke fun at himself and his plight. With his heart beating so fast, he’s breathing like he’s running even when he’s not, sounding like he’s out of shape, nearly. ] But I... need to take a break for just a minute, if that’s okay.
[ Just a minute, and this will all subside. Or so he thinks. ]
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Date: 2018-08-08 02:30 pm (UTC)Alright. [ He breathes out that same measured, controlled exhale as before. ] I’ll keep going, then.
[ Said as he eases more of himself into his boyfriend’s clutches. Or, as much as he can, at least, until his hips make contact in a screaming announcement of his arousal, and he rebounds away reflexively. Yikes. Thankfully, continued kisses should distract, pressed hotly to supple skin, lingering over the place a heartbeat can be felt, elevated. Not quite racing, like his own, but... faster than he would expect.
By the time he completes that trail, he’s nearly quaking from want, desire thick and heavy in his voice as he pauses. ]
Mikleo, I...
[ I want to touch you so much more;
I want to keep going;
I want to make you feel even better;
I want to make love--
But he can’t say any of those things. Why? Because they all start the same way: “I want”. But this isn’t about what Sorey wants, it’s about the both of them. Together. What does Mikleo want? It’s not immediately clear; and asking? That’s a bit much to tackle for right now. So--]
...I’m sorry. [ Said with a sheepish smile summoned from somewhere as he draws back; one that seems to poke fun at himself and his plight. With his heart beating so fast, he’s breathing like he’s running even when he’s not, sounding like he’s out of shape, nearly. ] But I... need to take a break for just a minute, if that’s okay.
[ Just a minute, and this will all subside. Or so he thinks. ]