[ 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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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. ]