[ Stopping is both a mercy and sheer torture all rolled into one in this moment. Though it’s not nearly as easy as it looks, Sorey pulls away then, flopping on his back to wait until his near-panting subsides when--
--he suddenly remembers he’s at full attention downstairs. There’s a fumbling for the sheets then, which he mounds on top of himself -- or at least, one part of himself. A little odd for someone who looks so dramatically overheated, isn’t it? ]
N-nothing! It’s nothing! [ He probably sounds like he’s lying, doesn’t he? So he rises up onto one elbow and reaches to cup his partner’s cheek, quietly urging eye contact regardless of the notable flush on his own cheeks. ]
Nothing is wrong, I just--...
[ Sorey stalls in the face of the answer he should be giving, forces himself to breathe out once again, collects himself, and retries. ] I, um...
[ --need a minute to calm the pulse he can feel in his head and his groin? Yes. Absolutely, a thousand times yes. The sooner the better, too. But if getting out a basic description is something he fumbles over, then surely saying something like that is far and away into the realm of impossibility. Instead, Sorey turns his head, coughs once, rubs the back of his neck and then scratches his cheek: That’s right -- the Complete Bashfulness Trifecta™.
Please don’t look down please don’t look down please don’t look down ]
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Date: 2018-08-08 11:13 pm (UTC)--he suddenly remembers he’s at full attention downstairs. There’s a fumbling for the sheets then, which he mounds on top of himself -- or at least, one part of himself. A little odd for someone who looks so dramatically overheated, isn’t it? ]
N-nothing! It’s nothing! [ He probably sounds like he’s lying, doesn’t he? So he rises up onto one elbow and reaches to cup his partner’s cheek, quietly urging eye contact regardless of the notable flush on his own cheeks. ]
Nothing is wrong, I just--...
[ Sorey stalls in the face of the answer he should be giving, forces himself to breathe out once again, collects himself, and retries. ] I, um...
[ --need a minute to calm the pulse he can feel in his head and his groin? Yes. Absolutely, a thousand times yes. The sooner the better, too. But if getting out a basic description is something he fumbles over, then surely saying something like that is far and away into the realm of impossibility. Instead, Sorey turns his head, coughs once, rubs the back of his neck and then scratches his cheek: That’s right -- the Complete Bashfulness Trifecta™.
Please don’t look down please don’t look down please don’t look down ]
...Hey, is it warm in here, or is it just me?