[ 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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--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. ]