Do you really have to say it? ... But, I can hear yours, too. [ He's so vocal... Though, honestly - it's a little relieving to know that it's something mutual between the both of them. How could his heart not race?
He just hopes that this'll be a good experience for Sorey. Will it be the same for the both of them? After all, they're both different, despite being very much the same. It's part of why he's prioritizing Sorey as much as he is right now.
Sorey kisses his neck, and fingers press into scalp all the more, taking in a breath - though, those kisses leave his neck, kissing what feels like all over. He pushes himself closer to Sorey, wanting to encourage him to continue.
But then, he stops for a moment to speak, and Mikleo nods slightly. It wouldn't just be easier, though -- laying down would be more comfortable, wouldn't it?
[ ...Okay, so maybe he can be a little less embarrassing in his verbosity. That’s fair. Still, it’s assuring, isn’t it? To know that they are in the exact same place, the same state, feeling the same things. But, while they have to communicate here in order to engage in this sort of thing -- especially for the first time -- maybe he should tone it down. Sorey makes a mental note here, as they change positions. ]
Yeah, I think so.
[ It would figure that while Mikleo is focused on Sorey, Sorey is focused on Mikleo: his needs, his pacing, his comfort zones. Most importantly of all, he wants his boyfriend to feel loved -- wholly and truly -- for who he is, completely separate from anything they are or could be doing. Ideally, the progression of events should be seamless and smooth. Comfortable. So, he’ll loop an arm around Mikleo first, palm gently rubbing soothing paths up and down the plane of the seraph’s back. Kisses return afterward, pressed to lips in a slow, lingering repetition, each and every one of them echoing an unspoken I love you.
And, just like that, they’re back where they were before all the stilted awkwardness of moments ago. Except this time, when an unconscious arch of hips toward the other leaves Sorey’s arousal briefly pressed to his partner, there’s no sharp rebound. There is still, however: ]
Sorry--
[ Breathed out on reflex alone. He doesn’t have to apologize for it, some part of him knows, but it happens anyway, if only out of habit. ]
[ It's a mutual feeling - Mikleo wants Sorey to feel as loved and needed as he makes him feel. Sorey is his boyfriend - that much is true, but it feels like much more than that, as well. They were lifelong partners, two halves of a whole. He loves Sorey more than words can say.
He hopes that he can convey that into actions, as well.
He feels that arm wrap around him, and Mikleo shifts closer - body practically pressing against Sorey - where Sorey has his hands running up and down his back, fingers busy themselves with chest, tentatively wandering up and down. However - with each kiss, with each press to his back, those touches become less shy.
However, when he feels those hips arch towards him, his breath stiffing for a moment before fingers clench around clothes, his own hips moving forward towards Sorey before his own move back. ]
... No, it's fine-- [ It felt hot, electrifying in a strange sense. ] ... Keep going.
[ There’s something inherently soothing for Sorey in the touches to his chest that wander, aimlessly roaming along lines and curves. They’re gestures that say he’s appreciated, in body as in mind; and the lower they dip, the more heightened he feels everything become. It’s no wonder, then, that his hips seemed to move of their own volition, without his consent. The apology was there, though the response is--
“Keep going”?
Wait. Did he mean...?
Yeah. He’s pretty sure Mikleo meant do that again. Sure enough to bank on it, in fact. ]
Okay. [ Offered in a breathless whisper before he rebounds against the seraph again, gently and deliberately this time, lingering long enough that surely a pronounced twitch of interest can be felt. Sorey’s breath hitches, a pleasant shudder visibly chasing through him. ]
Mikleo...
[ They haven’t even undressed, and already it all feels so good -- so unbelievably good that all he can do for a moment is murmur his boyfriend’s name and hug him just a bit tighter. ]
[ The shudder causes Mikleo to breath out shakily again, gasping quietly when he feels Sorey's hips move forward once more. He does the same, moving almost as soon as Sorey does. Although they're still clothed, there's something alluring about this contact all the same. It's more than encouraging to know that it feels good for Sorey, too. It's more than enough to want him to continue with this.
And perhaps -- this won't be as nerve wracking as he first assumed it would be.
He presses a kiss against lips in encouragement, not wanting to stop. ]
[ If nothing else, it’s definitely a lot less nerve-wracking than moments ago, where uncertainty had Sorey recoiling at the barest brush of hips. Now, they move together, arousals pressed together -- albeit through fabric -- rubbing along one another with every slow roll. Despite that barrier, he can still feel every twitch and throb, as though the layers between them didn’t exist.
It’s thrilling, just from sensation alone; which should be where his sole focus is. That would be the case for most young men his age, at least. But Sorey, conversely, can’t tune out the knowledge of who is pressing against him, encouraging him to continue. All at once, he feels so privileged; so loved, in the deepest and most meaningful of ways, that Mikleo would share something so intimate with him.
Their lock, fed back into greedily by Sorey, traps the quietest sliver of a moan as he once again throbs with whole-bodied want. A hand glides down the seraph’s back, palm flattening at its small, more for balance than anything else. The kiss breaks then, immediately replaced with easily five more, pressed to cheeks and chin and jaw and everywhere else in reach, quietly encouraging. ]
[ Despite the barrier between them, the every move of their hips against one another feels better than the last, and they eventually create a rhythm between one another. Sorey's hips rock against him harder than the last, and Mikleo's cock twitches against underwear, clothing wet with precum. He moans softly - cheeks reddening and adding more color to his already flushed cheeks at the sound.
Even with the embarrassment, he reaches - fingers moving to undo belt and eventually unbutton pants. The clothes is getting... frustrating, to say the least. Wouldn't this be easier without them...?
He responds to ever kiss, every touch - leaning towards his partner and pressing his own kisses to cheek - to forehead in response. He wants Sorey to know that the touches are appreciated in the best way that he can communicate that right now. ]
[ Sorey can feel that pronounced twitch, the moan that joins it nothing short of electrifying. All at once, he wants more -- so much more of those sounds and sensations and--
Mikleo.
He wants more of Mikleo as a whole. No two ways around it. That name is on his lips once more as they finish decorating one another with fleeting tokens of adoration; but what happens next changes the inflection on it. His hands are...
Oh. ]
Mikleo, you want to--
[ Don’t say it aloud, he reminds himself quickly, and nearly literally swallows back the rest of his words. Mouth dry, he unconsciously licks his lips. ]
H-hang on.
[ It’s not an ask to stop. On the contrary -- it’s a reason to keep moving forward. Sorey’s hands move to his own belt, pulling the strings to untie it before carefully, cautiously undoing the tops of his pants. He’s not quick to expose himself in full, of course; and that has everything and nothing to do with the front of his underwear already being dampened with his own sticky, liquid arousal. Though that’s only to be expected at this point, it’s also... embarrassing, in a way.
But, then again... Mikleo is the same, isn’t he? So... ]
Is that better?
[ Asked as he rejoins their hips with their respective flies now down, only a thin layer between them. And, for as much as Sorey tried to be modest initially, the first roll they share is going to entirely negate his undergarments. He can already tell.
...That’s not about to stop him from doing it, of course. ]
[ Sorey trips over his words, and he watches the way that his face reddens - and Mikleo can't help but wonder if he was too forward. Normally, he can read his best friend far better than this - but this is new territory for the both of them. He doesn't know Sorey's limits right now.
But, when Sorey moves again, Mikleo realizes that that wasn't the case. He moves a hand to his mouth, quickly muffling any sounds in reply to those motions. Even with still being clothed himself - Sorey being exposed as he was only makes this all the more intimate.
Still, he hesitates to move forward, eyes avoiding Sorey for a moment. ] ... It's not just about me. [ He starts softly. ]
Would it be better if I did the same? [ Right now, more than anything, he wants to keep going. But at the same time -- they need to communicate through this. ]
[ Mikleo may muffle them, but those sounds still tell Sorey he’s on the right track. Or rather, that they are. They’ll traverse this uncharted territory together, with enough time and talk. ]
I know; it’s about us. [ He offers with a momentary, sustained press of lips to Mikleo’s forehead, averted eyes be damned. ] But I know you’re looking out for me, so someone’s got to look out for you.
[ In retrospect, “looking out” wasn’t entirely what he meant to say here, but... the overall meaning still reads. He thinks.
In any case, something in Sorey’s mind shouts a definitive, thundering yes to the idea of sweet and long-awaited skin-on-skin contact, but again, he’s got to look out for his partner in this. ]
...Only if you’re comfortable.
[ He hasn’t given Mikleo a reason not to be, but he can’t presume to know the seraph’s innermost thoughts and feelings on the matter. ]
I'm comfortable with it. [ There's no pause or hesitation when he answers. He knew that much when he had shown that he wanted to go forward.
Still, that doesn't mean he's as confident as he could be when it came to something new like this. It's just... the more he does this, the more that he does feel comfortable. And who better to do this with than Sorey? Sorey, who he knows better than anyone else, and vice versa. Sorey, who he's always wanted to spend his life with.
There's a pause on Mikleo's end before he asks Sorey. ]
... Please, just kiss me again. [ It's a little Much to have the spot light on him in what he's about to do next. At the least, busying himself with something else can help ease those nerves a little. ]
[ That’s quite an affirmative response, indeed. There’s no hesitation, no pause, no waver in Mikleo’s answer whatsoever; no room for Sorey to doubt, question, or second guess at all. He’ll draw back a bit then, enough to allow room for hands or fingers that need to provide intervention, but no further.
He knows the intent behind the ask, without question. So, to the request, there’s not a nod or reply, but immediate action instead: A heated kiss he all-but-throws himself into, albeit briefly, tongue fleetingly teasing at a lower lip. From there, they momentarily part ways as he offers Mikleo a scant few more of those thrilling presses to his neck, in case the previous answer wasn’t what was sought, or was somehow insufficient as a distraction. He’s all the more soaked for it, to the point of embarrassment, but they’re still in this together, at least. ]
[ Sorey kisses him, and Mikleo appreciates every kiss - every ounce of affection that he's willing to offer. Though, the kisses are far more heated than the last, and Mikleo can't help but shift when mouth moves to neck, moaning softly at the sensation.
He pushes himself upwards then, just enough to slide pants and boxers downwards. What Sorey was doing was exactly what he needed. Though, as soon as he's finished, his hands move upwards to tangle themselves in brunet-colored locks, pressing hurried kisses to the top of Sorey's head. ]
Please. [ He starts - and he speaks before realizing it. ] Touch me.
[ It's unusually forward for him, he's sure - but when Sorey's kissing him like this, and he's as worked up as he is, perhaps... he can't help it. Still, his face flushes all the more all the same - embarrassed for what he'd just said, the fact that he's exposed in such a manner to Sorey. It isn't as though they haven't seen each other naked before, but...
This... This is vastly different than those times. ]
[ That appreciative moan just by itself has Sorey humming in kind, without thinking. It seems to do the trick as a distraction at least, as he knows the moment Mikleo disrobes and exposes himself, but no attention is called to it whatsoever.
For the time being, he’s content to press more kisses to a neck, reveling in those hastily dropped upon his hair, where hands tangle and comb. That is, until--
”Touch me.”
If there have ever been words spoken that could set Sorey aflame, these are them. He’s absolutely on fire hearing that from his partner, thrilling from head-to-toe in a wave of goosebumps that crashes over him. Of course, he wastes no time -- fumbling and haphazard though it is, fingers accidentally skirt over the damp head of Mikleo’s cock before finding and grasping the shaft below. He dare not bring them eye-to-eye or face-to-face right now, but will still breathe a heated murmur of a request onto a neck. ]
Tell me how...
[ Faster; slower; tighter; looser -- those kinds of things, he means. Which is a big ask for someone so reserved as Mikleo, who likely wouldn’t dare vocalize such blatant instructions. But, then again, he already just did to a degree, didn’t he? So Sorey will hold out hope. In the meantime, he sets to a sort of default, which is to touch his boyfriend the way he would himself, in slow and gentle strokes, base to tip. His own length, momentarily ignored in favor of more important endeavors, still throbs occasionally against a thumb as his hips continue to twitch of their own accord.
It’s got him thinking, fleetingly -- is there a way they can... maybe do this together, somehow? Like making love, but without all the discomfort that has to come with that for at least one party. ]
[ Mikleo wants to tell Sorey 'don't make me say it,' but his mind goes blank as soon as he feels warm hand on hard, throbbing cock. Hips move towards that grip, moaning softly at the sensation. A hand moves up to quickly cover mouth, wanting to stifle any other noises he may potentially make.
That touch warms his entire being, and for a moment - all he can do is focus on that touch, the feeling that Sorey's giving to him more than he ever imagined it to be. ]
-- Like that. [ He answers, face heating up all the more at his own words. ] Sorey--
[ Everything feels good - feels perfect, and his body aches for more. It shows with how his hips move forward every time that Sorey's pace changes - every time his fingers move downwards once more. However, he can't help but wonder - if this feels as it does to Mikleo, how would it feel to Sorey? It isn't just that thought - that hope in making Sorey feel good too - that prompts him to do what he does next - but wanting to make this as mutual as he could.
His fingers wrap themselves around Sorey's cock, fingers pressing against the tip before moving downwards, slender fingers carefully squeezing Sorey before moving upwards again. ]
[ Somehow, Sorey can already hear those words, even though they go unspoken. They’re more than plainly evident in the way a hand rises to cover the seraph’s mouth the moment a pleasured sound starts to slip forth, anyway. But he doesn’t need to be so embarrassed; in all honesty, they’ll both make some pretty lewd sounds before this is all over. So although he’s been quiet thus far, the brunette presses a couple quick, reassuring kisses to the back of that blockading hand. It’s okay, they urge; it’s okay to let me hear you. They don’t have to hide anything from one another. Including this.
Though he’s not sure it has anything to do with that unvoiced request, a moment after, Mikleo speaks, rocking his hips gently into each and every stroke. For moments, Sorey’s sole focus is to match that rhythm, his own lower half unconsciously moving along with. Blame it on his own innate, but carefully stifled desire to be inside his partner; to unify their bodies inasmuch as they can in this world.
A call of his name earns one in reply, huskily murmured in a sultry tone. He’d never guessed he’d be quite so mouthy in a situation such as this, but Sorey can’t help the want to press his lips to everywhere he can reach on his partner: hair; forehead; ears -- wherever he can be allowed. It abates only with the unexpected addition of a hand, gently squeezing, offering a tentative stroke. At that, lids flutter, his next breath stolen. Mikleo has never touched him here -- let alone in a way such as this -- and it’s truly thrilling from head to toe. ]
Hahh... [ Pardon the eager twitch of his cock, no doubt dampening further at its head with sticky precum. ] I love you...
[ It’s still the strongest sensation he feels at the moment. The most pronounced thought in his consciousness is how much he loves the one he’s sharing this with. Nothing else. ]
[ 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.
[ Of course he still shies away from being vocal -- that’s to be expected, just given who and how the seraph is. It doesn’t matter to Sorey, anyway. The point is, they’re sharing something beautiful together, and Mikleo loves him and--
--bless this place. He couldn’t be more grateful to it for allowing them to experience this part of life they might have otherwise missed, if not for it. Yes, they need to go back to Glenwood; yes, Sorey needs to finish his task as the Shepherd, but--
At least he’ll be able to do that now knowing he’s experienced the feeling of true, pure love, and intimacy in many forms. They’ve shared one body before, after all; but now, they’re sharing each other in the truest sense of the words. For that, no matter what’s ahead of him still, he can say definitively now that he really is the luckiest guy in the world.
Sure, all that seems a little much to read into what is, essentially, a shared jack-off session; but it could never be something so simple to someone as sentimental as Sorey. Returned words of love are sealed with a kiss, now that that hand has moved, and his pace on Mikleo’s cock picks up some. Though the seraph may be shier, his counterpart sees little reason to keep quiet as those fingers work, offering soft hums and appreciative, shivery sighs between continued kisses to wherever his lips may land. ]
[ It feels overwhelming and wonderful and special. It's not armatization, but it's another way that they can share something so personal - so special between one another. With that thought in mind, Mikleo can't help but think that this is special in another sense entirely. In the current foggy state of his mind, he can't help but think how much he loves Sorey. He loves him more than words can describe - he always has, and he always will.
But, he feels like he loves him more and more every day.
He return all those words, those kisses each time Sorey offers them. Each sound that he hears from Sorey makes him want to quicken his own pace, stomach doing flips and body growing hotter and hotter. He can't help but want to hear those sounds all the more - and encourage Sorey to make them. ]
[ 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. ]
[ He offers everything to Sorey - both body, and soul. There's no one else he'd rather be with, no one else he's ever considered being with. In a sense, he's always been prepared to dedicate his life to him. He's done so much to protect him - help him prepare for the world outside of Elysia. And now... he can love him as much as he knows Sorey deserves to be loved.
The kisses earn a pleased moan - needy and desperate for more. However, what really pushes him closer to the edge is the feeling of Sorey's hand around his, joining him - creating more of a sense that they're doing this together. ]
... Sorey. [ There's appreciation in his tone, affection and need and longing for his boyfriend. Hips move once more, trying to keep in time with Sorey's movements - fingers squeezing wet cocks. He's not upset in the least. It's different, but it's not bad. ] Keeping going--
[ It’s not as good as Sorey’s quickly-wandering mind fleetingly imagines sinking inside his partner would be, but -- but -- this is far more intimate, nevertheless. As they are, they’re able to feel one another’s pulse, every eager twitch, every move made and when and how--
--it’s honestly a little overwhelming, but in only the best of ways.
To that request, the quickest of tiny nods and a--] Yeah. [--is all Mikleo gets in reply, the hastened panting of the brunette not really allowing for much else. He’s on fire by this point, heart racing, teeth intermittently closing around the inside of a cheek at just how much faster he wants to go, but... he wouldn’t trade the feeling of moving with Mikleo for anything, even a quicker return on pleasure. He’s still swiftly climbing the arc toward orgasm anyway, kisses only able to be open-mouthed and fleeting with how out of breath he is. ]
[ It's good -- it feels amazing, and incredible - even more so because Sorey and Mikleo are doing this together. Free hand moves to sheets, fingers clenching around them tightly as he muster. Toes curl, Mikleo wanting nothing more than to melt completely and utterly into Sorey's touch.
Still - that heat is almost unbearable. It's only grown hotter in the most intoxicating way possible, curling into his stomach and further settling into his groin. He doesn't break the movement between them despite that, feeling only more motivated to keep that sensation going strong. He can't help but wonder: did Sorey feel this too? Was it as sweetly overwhelming, as good for him , too? ]
Sorey-- Sorey-- [ He calls, reaching to cup face with that hand that had been around sheet, pressing a kiss to lips. ] I'm close. [ He warns. ]
Those words kick something into overdrive, and all at once the need not to finish, but to bring his partner to the swiftest, strongest, most unforgettable orgasm his inexperience can provide grips tight, all-consuming. Sorey's pace quickens; and of course, the effect upon himself in the process isn't able to be ignored or denied, either. ]
M-me--[ case in point, his own fumbling over his words, as though language itself evades him at the moment. That should be most telling of all; though the way the rest inevitably comes out in a rushed ]--metoo--[ of breath only supplements the truth to the statement.
And then, no sooner than that humble admission, it hits. Sorey's forehead all-but-crashes against Mikleo's own, enough where a bed of silver-blue hair only provides so much pillow and he can feel the seraph's circlet. ]
Mikleo... hnn... I'm--[ Interrupting, shuddering takes hold in full as his body lapses into orgasm, hips pushing wantonly into the hand that still feverishly works to ensure he doesn't experience this alone, but that they climax together. ]
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He just hopes that this'll be a good experience for Sorey. Will it be the same for the both of them? After all, they're both different, despite being very much the same. It's part of why he's prioritizing Sorey as much as he is right now.
Sorey kisses his neck, and fingers press into scalp all the more, taking in a breath - though, those kisses leave his neck, kissing what feels like all over. He pushes himself closer to Sorey, wanting to encourage him to continue.
But then, he stops for a moment to speak, and Mikleo nods slightly. It wouldn't just be easier, though -- laying down would be more comfortable, wouldn't it?
He moves to lay beside Sorey. ] Is this better?
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Yeah, I think so.
[ It would figure that while Mikleo is focused on Sorey, Sorey is focused on Mikleo: his needs, his pacing, his comfort zones. Most importantly of all, he wants his boyfriend to feel loved -- wholly and truly -- for who he is, completely separate from anything they are or could be doing. Ideally, the progression of events should be seamless and smooth. Comfortable. So, he’ll loop an arm around Mikleo first, palm gently rubbing soothing paths up and down the plane of the seraph’s back. Kisses return afterward, pressed to lips in a slow, lingering repetition, each and every one of them echoing an unspoken I love you.
And, just like that, they’re back where they were before all the stilted awkwardness of moments ago. Except this time, when an unconscious arch of hips toward the other leaves Sorey’s arousal briefly pressed to his partner, there’s no sharp rebound. There is still, however: ]
Sorry--
[ Breathed out on reflex alone. He doesn’t have to apologize for it, some part of him knows, but it happens anyway, if only out of habit. ]
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He hopes that he can convey that into actions, as well.
He feels that arm wrap around him, and Mikleo shifts closer - body practically pressing against Sorey - where Sorey has his hands running up and down his back, fingers busy themselves with chest, tentatively wandering up and down. However - with each kiss, with each press to his back, those touches become less shy.
However, when he feels those hips arch towards him, his breath stiffing for a moment before fingers clench around clothes, his own hips moving forward towards Sorey before his own move back. ]
... No, it's fine-- [ It felt hot, electrifying in a strange sense. ] ... Keep going.
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“Keep going”?
Wait. Did he mean...?
Yeah. He’s pretty sure Mikleo meant do that again. Sure enough to bank on it, in fact. ]
Okay. [ Offered in a breathless whisper before he rebounds against the seraph again, gently and deliberately this time, lingering long enough that surely a pronounced twitch of interest can be felt. Sorey’s breath hitches, a pleasant shudder visibly chasing through him. ]
Mikleo...
[ They haven’t even undressed, and already it all feels so good -- so unbelievably good that all he can do for a moment is murmur his boyfriend’s name and hug him just a bit tighter. ]
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And perhaps -- this won't be as nerve wracking as he first assumed it would be.
He presses a kiss against lips in encouragement, not wanting to stop. ]
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It’s thrilling, just from sensation alone; which should be where his sole focus is. That would be the case for most young men his age, at least. But Sorey, conversely, can’t tune out the knowledge of who is pressing against him, encouraging him to continue. All at once, he feels so privileged; so loved, in the deepest and most meaningful of ways, that Mikleo would share something so intimate with him.
Their lock, fed back into greedily by Sorey, traps the quietest sliver of a moan as he once again throbs with whole-bodied want. A hand glides down the seraph’s back, palm flattening at its small, more for balance than anything else. The kiss breaks then, immediately replaced with easily five more, pressed to cheeks and chin and jaw and everywhere else in reach, quietly encouraging. ]
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Even with the embarrassment, he reaches - fingers moving to undo belt and eventually unbutton pants. The clothes is getting... frustrating, to say the least. Wouldn't this be easier without them...?
He responds to ever kiss, every touch - leaning towards his partner and pressing his own kisses to cheek - to forehead in response. He wants Sorey to know that the touches are appreciated in the best way that he can communicate that right now. ]
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Mikleo.
He wants more of Mikleo as a whole. No two ways around it. That name is on his lips once more as they finish decorating one another with fleeting tokens of adoration; but what happens next changes the inflection on it. His hands are...
Oh. ]
Mikleo, you want to--
[ Don’t say it aloud, he reminds himself quickly, and nearly literally swallows back the rest of his words. Mouth dry, he unconsciously licks his lips. ]
H-hang on.
[ It’s not an ask to stop. On the contrary -- it’s a reason to keep moving forward. Sorey’s hands move to his own belt, pulling the strings to untie it before carefully, cautiously undoing the tops of his pants. He’s not quick to expose himself in full, of course; and that has everything and nothing to do with the front of his underwear already being dampened with his own sticky, liquid arousal. Though that’s only to be expected at this point, it’s also... embarrassing, in a way.
But, then again... Mikleo is the same, isn’t he? So... ]
Is that better?
[ Asked as he rejoins their hips with their respective flies now down, only a thin layer between them. And, for as much as Sorey tried to be modest initially, the first roll they share is going to entirely negate his undergarments. He can already tell.
...That’s not about to stop him from doing it, of course. ]
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But, when Sorey moves again, Mikleo realizes that that wasn't the case. He moves a hand to his mouth, quickly muffling any sounds in reply to those motions. Even with still being clothed himself - Sorey being exposed as he was only makes this all the more intimate.
Still, he hesitates to move forward, eyes avoiding Sorey for a moment. ] ... It's not just about me. [ He starts softly. ]
Would it be better if I did the same? [ Right now, more than anything, he wants to keep going. But at the same time -- they need to communicate through this. ]
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I know; it’s about us. [ He offers with a momentary, sustained press of lips to Mikleo’s forehead, averted eyes be damned. ] But I know you’re looking out for me, so someone’s got to look out for you.
[ In retrospect, “looking out” wasn’t entirely what he meant to say here, but... the overall meaning still reads. He thinks.
In any case, something in Sorey’s mind shouts a definitive, thundering yes to the idea of sweet and long-awaited skin-on-skin contact, but again, he’s got to look out for his partner in this. ]
...Only if you’re comfortable.
[ He hasn’t given Mikleo a reason not to be, but he can’t presume to know the seraph’s innermost thoughts and feelings on the matter. ]
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Still, that doesn't mean he's as confident as he could be when it came to something new like this. It's just... the more he does this, the more that he does feel comfortable. And who better to do this with than Sorey? Sorey, who he knows better than anyone else, and vice versa. Sorey, who he's always wanted to spend his life with.
There's a pause on Mikleo's end before he asks Sorey. ]
... Please, just kiss me again. [ It's a little Much to have the spot light on him in what he's about to do next. At the least, busying himself with something else can help ease those nerves a little. ]
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He knows the intent behind the ask, without question. So, to the request, there’s not a nod or reply, but immediate action instead: A heated kiss he all-but-throws himself into, albeit briefly, tongue fleetingly teasing at a lower lip. From there, they momentarily part ways as he offers Mikleo a scant few more of those thrilling presses to his neck, in case the previous answer wasn’t what was sought, or was somehow insufficient as a distraction. He’s all the more soaked for it, to the point of embarrassment, but they’re still in this together, at least. ]
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He pushes himself upwards then, just enough to slide pants and boxers downwards. What Sorey was doing was exactly what he needed. Though, as soon as he's finished, his hands move upwards to tangle themselves in brunet-colored locks, pressing hurried kisses to the top of Sorey's head. ]
Please. [ He starts - and he speaks before realizing it. ] Touch me.
[ It's unusually forward for him, he's sure - but when Sorey's kissing him like this, and he's as worked up as he is, perhaps... he can't help it. Still, his face flushes all the more all the same - embarrassed for what he'd just said, the fact that he's exposed in such a manner to Sorey. It isn't as though they haven't seen each other naked before, but...
This... This is vastly different than those times. ]
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For the time being, he’s content to press more kisses to a neck, reveling in those hastily dropped upon his hair, where hands tangle and comb. That is, until--
”Touch me.”
If there have ever been words spoken that could set Sorey aflame, these are them. He’s absolutely on fire hearing that from his partner, thrilling from head-to-toe in a wave of goosebumps that crashes over him. Of course, he wastes no time -- fumbling and haphazard though it is, fingers accidentally skirt over the damp head of Mikleo’s cock before finding and grasping the shaft below. He dare not bring them eye-to-eye or face-to-face right now, but will still breathe a heated murmur of a request onto a neck. ]
Tell me how...
[ Faster; slower; tighter; looser -- those kinds of things, he means. Which is a big ask for someone so reserved as Mikleo, who likely wouldn’t dare vocalize such blatant instructions. But, then again, he already just did to a degree, didn’t he? So Sorey will hold out hope. In the meantime, he sets to a sort of default, which is to touch his boyfriend the way he would himself, in slow and gentle strokes, base to tip. His own length, momentarily ignored in favor of more important endeavors, still throbs occasionally against a thumb as his hips continue to twitch of their own accord.
It’s got him thinking, fleetingly -- is there a way they can... maybe do this together, somehow? Like making love, but without all the discomfort that has to come with that for at least one party. ]
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That touch warms his entire being, and for a moment - all he can do is focus on that touch, the feeling that Sorey's giving to him more than he ever imagined it to be. ]
-- Like that. [ He answers, face heating up all the more at his own words. ] Sorey--
[ Everything feels good - feels perfect, and his body aches for more. It shows with how his hips move forward every time that Sorey's pace changes - every time his fingers move downwards once more. However, he can't help but wonder - if this feels as it does to Mikleo, how would it feel to Sorey? It isn't just that thought - that hope in making Sorey feel good too - that prompts him to do what he does next - but wanting to make this as mutual as he could.
His fingers wrap themselves around Sorey's cock, fingers pressing against the tip before moving downwards, slender fingers carefully squeezing Sorey before moving upwards again. ]
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Though he’s not sure it has anything to do with that unvoiced request, a moment after, Mikleo speaks, rocking his hips gently into each and every stroke. For moments, Sorey’s sole focus is to match that rhythm, his own lower half unconsciously moving along with. Blame it on his own innate, but carefully stifled desire to be inside his partner; to unify their bodies inasmuch as they can in this world.
A call of his name earns one in reply, huskily murmured in a sultry tone. He’d never guessed he’d be quite so mouthy in a situation such as this, but Sorey can’t help the want to press his lips to everywhere he can reach on his partner: hair; forehead; ears -- wherever he can be allowed. It abates only with the unexpected addition of a hand, gently squeezing, offering a tentative stroke. At that, lids flutter, his next breath stolen. Mikleo has never touched him here -- let alone in a way such as this -- and it’s truly thrilling from head to toe. ]
Hahh... [ Pardon the eager twitch of his cock, no doubt dampening further at its head with sticky precum. ] I love you...
[ It’s still the strongest sensation he feels at the moment. The most pronounced thought in his consciousness is how much he loves the one he’s sharing this with. Nothing else. ]
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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.
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--bless this place. He couldn’t be more grateful to it for allowing them to experience this part of life they might have otherwise missed, if not for it. Yes, they need to go back to Glenwood; yes, Sorey needs to finish his task as the Shepherd, but--
At least he’ll be able to do that now knowing he’s experienced the feeling of true, pure love, and intimacy in many forms. They’ve shared one body before, after all; but now, they’re sharing each other in the truest sense of the words. For that, no matter what’s ahead of him still, he can say definitively now that he really is the luckiest guy in the world.
Sure, all that seems a little much to read into what is, essentially, a shared jack-off session; but it could never be something so simple to someone as sentimental as Sorey. Returned words of love are sealed with a kiss, now that that hand has moved, and his pace on Mikleo’s cock picks up some. Though the seraph may be shier, his counterpart sees little reason to keep quiet as those fingers work, offering soft hums and appreciative, shivery sighs between continued kisses to wherever his lips may land. ]
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But, he feels like he loves him more and more every day.
He return all those words, those kisses each time Sorey offers them. Each sound that he hears from Sorey makes him want to quicken his own pace, stomach doing flips and body growing hotter and hotter. He can't help but want to hear those sounds all the more - and encourage Sorey to make them. ]
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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. ]
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The kisses earn a pleased moan - needy and desperate for more. However, what really pushes him closer to the edge is the feeling of Sorey's hand around his, joining him - creating more of a sense that they're doing this together. ]
... Sorey. [ There's appreciation in his tone, affection and need and longing for his boyfriend. Hips move once more, trying to keep in time with Sorey's movements - fingers squeezing wet cocks. He's not upset in the least. It's different, but it's not bad. ] Keeping going--
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--it’s honestly a little overwhelming, but in only the best of ways.
To that request, the quickest of tiny nods and a--] Yeah. [--is all Mikleo gets in reply, the hastened panting of the brunette not really allowing for much else. He’s on fire by this point, heart racing, teeth intermittently closing around the inside of a cheek at just how much faster he wants to go, but... he wouldn’t trade the feeling of moving with Mikleo for anything, even a quicker return on pleasure. He’s still swiftly climbing the arc toward orgasm anyway, kisses only able to be open-mouthed and fleeting with how out of breath he is. ]
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Still - that heat is almost unbearable. It's only grown hotter in the most intoxicating way possible, curling into his stomach and further settling into his groin. He doesn't break the movement between them despite that, feeling only more motivated to keep that sensation going strong. He can't help but wonder: did Sorey feel this too? Was it as sweetly overwhelming, as good for him , too? ]
Sorey-- Sorey-- [ He calls, reaching to cup face with that hand that had been around sheet, pressing a kiss to lips. ] I'm close. [ He warns. ]
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Those words kick something into overdrive, and all at once the need not to finish, but to bring his partner to the swiftest, strongest, most unforgettable orgasm his inexperience can provide grips tight, all-consuming. Sorey's pace quickens; and of course, the effect upon himself in the process isn't able to be ignored or denied, either. ]
M-me--[ case in point, his own fumbling over his words, as though language itself evades him at the moment. That should be most telling of all; though the way the rest inevitably comes out in a rushed ]--metoo--[ of breath only supplements the truth to the statement.
And then, no sooner than that humble admission, it hits. Sorey's forehead all-but-crashes against Mikleo's own, enough where a bed of silver-blue hair only provides so much pillow and he can feel the seraph's circlet. ]
Mikleo... hnn... I'm--[ Interrupting, shuddering takes hold in full as his body lapses into orgasm, hips pushing wantonly into the hand that still feverishly works to ensure he doesn't experience this alone, but that they climax together. ]