[ Honestly, it's not a decision he would make on his own. If he had to, he wouldn't - plain and simple. It wouldn't be right. He's new to all of this, but he knows that much.
It shouldn't be difficult to say. After all, he's never been one hesitate in being honest.
How he's feeling... He knows better than to hold himself back. He doesn't want to let Sorey down again. ]
... I can take care of you. [ He starts quietly. ] If you'd like me to.
No. [ A whisper at first, it quickly gains strength. ] No, that's not what I want.
[ Immediately, there’s the fervent shake of a sandy-haired head. No. No -- Mikleo has done enough “taking care” of Sorey to last him a lifetime; he won’t add this to the list. If he really feels a continued urge, he’ll pleasure himself before he’ll let his boyfriend selflessly “take care” of him. It's way too one-sided! If anything, the idea softens and discourages him more than it entices him.
Of course, so long as they have an open line of dialogue, he’s confident they can work through this. They’re best friends -- they can work through anything, can’t they? ]
What--[ Sorey’s speech jerks somewhat as his eyes unconsciously defy him, drifting down Mikleo’s body before snapping back up sharply. ]--what about you?
You said it’s not just me, so... [ he has no better words for this than the ones he’s already used, it seems, so--] ...what about you, Mikleo?
[ Unless...
...was Mikleo just saying Sorey wasn’t the only one to give him comfort? So he wouldn’t feel so bashful, so ashamed of his body’s own natural responses? No, he... he was definitely aroused too, wasn't he? At least a little...? ]
[ Mikleo's attention is completely on Sorey when he says No, that's not what I want, but Sorey continues to speak - and he can feel his heart jump. ]
That's what I mean. [ He says quickly. ] ... Something like this should be mutual between the both of us.
[ The decision, and what they'll do next -- their relationship in general. It's mutual - all of it.
He knew that there was a chance of what was happening now, but now that it was happening, he doesn't exactly feel prepared. Strange, he usually feels prepared for anything. ]
I agree. [ Sorey admits, and finally allows himself the tiniest of (still sheepish) smiles, only briefly before it passes. ]
So... isn’t there a better way? [ Clearly he has no idea which ways those are, but still he grasps at metaphorical straws anyway. ] A way that’s good for both of us?
[ A good bit of silence ensues as Sorey looks thoughtful -- and one can tell exactly the kinds of thoughts he’s having and how deep in them he is by the darkening of his cheeks. (Seriously, it’s almost like a visible, readable gauge.) ]
We could always, um... [ Trailing off, he clears his throat. ] ...we could, well... you know.
[ No, Sorey, he doesn’t know, he has to remind himself, and try again. Deep breath, and--]
Wecouldtoucheachotherhowweliketobetouched--!
[ All pushed out in a rush and with eyes averted, naturally. Not only that, but Sorey seems to catch his breath after, as though he’d been holding it the entire time. ]
...N-not! That I, um... [ That sentence quickly dissolves into indiscernible nervous noises. A beat after, and the brunette seems to visibly deflate some. ]
Sorry, Mikleo. [ Breathe. In and out; in and out. ] I guess it's time for me to admit that I really don't know what I'm doing here.
[ And rather than chastise himself for that shortcoming, instead he seems forgiving. He even cracks the tiniest hint of a smile yet again, and squeezes the hand he still holds. ]
But I know that I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel. [ A beat. ] ...Or better, even. So whatever will make you feel good, that's what I want to do.
[ And another, after which their eyes meet again. ]
[ Sorey speaks all at once, and Mikleo wants to tell him to take a breath, though he does understand. Speaking about this is new, foreign territory for the both of them. Not only that, but this is a big step, to say the least. ]
That makes two of us. [ Though, Sorey knows that, doesn't he? ] ... This is new to the both of us. [ Mikleo... isn't used to conversation being so awkward, either.
He feels his heart leap when Sorey speaks again, turning his head - violet eyes meeting green ones before he speaks. He says it so easily. Though, Sorey's always been someone who wears his heart on his shoulders. ]
I'd like to try. [ He starts. ] .... Making you feel that way, too.
Still -- if we can, we should take our time with everything. [ There no need to rush, is there? ]
[ So... they’re both in the same tricky spot, then. Sorey knew that -- he did, really! -- but hearing it adds a certain layer of comfort; almost like a soothing balm to his jangled nerves. He takes a breath, squeezes that hand yet again, and smiles -- earnestly, this time. No more sheepishness. ]
Of course we can! [ Take their time, he means. There’s no need to rush things like this! As a matter of fact, he’d really rather not. Not right out the gate, at least; not until they know what they’re doing. ]
I’m not in a hurry. [ His head shakes slightly. ] But if you’d like to try, then I’d like to, too.
[ As nervous as he is, feeling that hand squeeze his feel reassuring. It helps to soothe his nerves - and that may be evident in the way he visibly relaxes a bit. ]
... Then, let's try it. [ He says softly, looking to Sorey. In all honesty, he won't know what he's doing, but... they can stop if they need to. ]
[ If they’ve already learned one thing with absolute certainty, it’s that they can always stop. Even if it pains one or both of them -- or perhaps especially if it does.
But, at least for right now, Mikleo doesn’t want to, and there’s a warm and pleasant shiver up Sorey’s back at the realization that they’re going to try. No presumptions and no expectations of how far they’ll go, of course, but he still gets to kiss Mikleo in all those wonderful ways and places, and receive likewise in return. That’s enough to renew anything that might have faded or withered over this interlude, the drumbeat in his ears back in full force, driving him forward to kiss his boyfriend’s lips. ]
Alright.
[ What more is there to say than that, really?
...Well. Maybe a couple things: ]
Just tell me if we need to slow down, or if something doesn’t feel right, or if you’re uncomfortable, or--
[ Sorey starts talking - rambling again, and Mikleo listens to him for a moment before he leans in to kiss his lips once more. He knows that they're both nervous, but really - Mikleo knows to tell Sorey if anything about this feels off. ]
I'll tell you. [ He says once they separate. However, he stays close- resting his forehead against Sorey's. ] But... it'll have to be mutual.
[ Mikleo wants to know how Sorey is feeling about all of this, too. ]
[ It's amazing, the stopping power Mikleo's kisses have. As soon as their lips meet, Sorey's once-reeling mind is a clean slate, his composure restored completely with the press of their foreheads. ]
I promise. [ The words are reflexive, and thus, wholly honest. ] I'll tell you everything.
[ Let's face it: He's just the type to be vocal, anyway.
With that pact made, he offers a sweeter, gentler kiss to lips. Then to their corners. Then to a cheek. ]
[ Mikleo pauses at those kisses, sighing lightly at them. It feels like no matter how much time passes between them - Sorey will always be a weakness for him. Hand moves to shoulder, leaning into Sorey.
... Then, they're really doing this, aren't they? They're taking that extra step. Mikleo's heart is beating so quickly - he'd be surprised if Sorey didn't hear it. ]
[ They are. They're really moving forward, together as a couple. Sorey would be positively giddy at the knowledge, were he not still so nervous. His heart thrums away, loudly in his ears as his lips wander to a jawline, dare to encroach upon the barest hint of neck, and back up before he offers: ]
I love you, Mikleo...
[ It's breathless with renewed want, but heartfelt. And surely Mikleo knows but it feels important to reiterate, in a moment like this. ]
[ Somehow, it isn't the kisses that makes him feel especially weak, but those three words that do so. Head had tilted, giving Sorey better access to neck. His expression had softened, hands moving to cup cheeks before shifting enough to give Sorey another kiss - lingering, wanting, and passionate. ]
[ Hearing them returned to him, those words are the single most arousing phrase ever conceived. It gets no better than this -- and he's pretty confident of that.
Their lips meet again not a moment after, a kiss for a kiss, though Sorey’s own curve with a smile he can’t fight. He’s warm through and through, impossibly blissful already, though they’ve only just begun. Fingers carefully caress the point where jaw meets neck as he offers more tender affections to the opposite side, down, down, down until he arrives at the collar of Mikleo’s shirt, and pauses. ]
Can I...? [ Kiss you just a little lower, he means. They’re both still fully-clothed, of course, but it matters not now innocent the act. This is someone he wants to spend a very, very long time with -- he’s got to take every step carefully, and do it right. ]
[ The touches are so careful - so gentle and warm, just like Sorey himself. There's no doubt that he feels loved right now. He kisses lower - and lower - and lower still, and Mikleo can feel himself getting worked up all over again. He sighs at those kisses, fingers moving to card through brunet-colored hair. ]
... You don't have to ask. [ His face flushes at that, eyes darting away for a moment. Somehow, it's more nerve-wracking when he does. ]
[ Oh, but he does have to ask! In his own opinion, at least. It’s far better that than taking a step too far and driving Mikleo away, or having him think less of Sorey, that he can’t be trusted in these types of situations. But, in the interest of also honoring his boyfriend’s wishes, he’ll try to find a compromise. Somehow. ]
Okay. [ That’s all he’ll offer before setting back to work, lips reaching collarbone before a hand rises to tug that neckline down just a pinch -- enough that Sorey finds a heartbeat. An elevated heartbeat. ]
Your heart’s racing... [ he murmurs, pausing somewhat. Rather than ask the seemingly-obligatory “are you okay?” that would typically follow, instead he opts to move one of Mikleo’s hands gently to his own chest, smiling sheepishly. ] ...guess that makes two of us.
[ He’s nervous. It’s paramount that he makes this a good experience for his partner, and he’s got nothing to go on but kisses to the neck, ear, and jaw. Amazing, isn’t it? That he could grow up alongside someone, and still find a way to feel as though he knows nothing about him... but, here they are. Starting from the ground up, learning new things about each other. Discovering.
Together. ]
Here -- it might be a little easier if we both lie down, I think.
[ If only because sitting up only goes so far in terms of comfort. Sorey moves to lay on his side, then, almost as he had before. ]
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. ]
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But, on a positive note, at least he's less aroused now, so... mission accomplished? Maybe. ]
It's not a decision you'll have to make on your own.
[ At the same time, however--]
But I... I need to know what you're thinking, and how you're feeling.
[ Normally, he's got a good idea on both, but this is wholly unfamiliar territory. ]
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It shouldn't be difficult to say. After all, he's never been one hesitate in being honest.
How he's feeling... He knows better than to hold himself back. He doesn't want to let Sorey down again. ]
... I can take care of you. [ He starts quietly. ] If you'd like me to.
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[ Immediately, there’s the fervent shake of a sandy-haired head. No. No -- Mikleo has done enough “taking care” of Sorey to last him a lifetime; he won’t add this to the list. If he really feels a continued urge, he’ll pleasure himself before he’ll let his boyfriend selflessly “take care” of him. It's way too one-sided! If anything, the idea softens and discourages him more than it entices him.
Of course, so long as they have an open line of dialogue, he’s confident they can work through this. They’re best friends -- they can work through anything, can’t they? ]
What--[ Sorey’s speech jerks somewhat as his eyes unconsciously defy him, drifting down Mikleo’s body before snapping back up sharply. ]--what about you?
You said it’s not just me, so... [ he has no better words for this than the ones he’s already used, it seems, so--] ...what about you, Mikleo?
[ Unless...
...was Mikleo just saying Sorey wasn’t the only one to give him comfort? So he wouldn’t feel so bashful, so ashamed of his body’s own natural responses? No, he... he was definitely aroused too, wasn't he? At least a little...? ]
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That's what I mean. [ He says quickly. ] ... Something like this should be mutual between the both of us.
[ The decision, and what they'll do next -- their relationship in general. It's mutual - all of it.
He knew that there was a chance of what was happening now, but now that it was happening, he doesn't exactly feel prepared. Strange, he usually feels prepared for anything. ]
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So... isn’t there a better way? [ Clearly he has no idea which ways those are, but still he grasps at metaphorical straws anyway. ] A way that’s good for both of us?
[ A good bit of silence ensues as Sorey looks thoughtful -- and one can tell exactly the kinds of thoughts he’s having and how deep in them he is by the darkening of his cheeks. (Seriously, it’s almost like a visible, readable gauge.) ]
We could always, um... [ Trailing off, he clears his throat. ] ...we could, well... you know.
[ No, Sorey, he doesn’t know, he has to remind himself, and try again. Deep breath, and--]
Wecouldtoucheachotherhowweliketobetouched--!
[ All pushed out in a rush and with eyes averted, naturally. Not only that, but Sorey seems to catch his breath after, as though he’d been holding it the entire time. ]
...N-not! That I, um... [ That sentence quickly dissolves into indiscernible nervous noises. A beat after, and the brunette seems to visibly deflate some. ]
Sorry, Mikleo. [ Breathe. In and out; in and out. ] I guess it's time for me to admit that I really don't know what I'm doing here.
[ And rather than chastise himself for that shortcoming, instead he seems forgiving. He even cracks the tiniest hint of a smile yet again, and squeezes the hand he still holds. ]
But I know that I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel. [ A beat. ] ...Or better, even. So whatever will make you feel good, that's what I want to do.
[ And another, after which their eyes meet again. ]
...That's the way you feel, too, isn't it?
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That makes two of us. [ Though, Sorey knows that, doesn't he? ] ... This is new to the both of us. [ Mikleo... isn't used to conversation being so awkward, either.
He feels his heart leap when Sorey speaks again, turning his head - violet eyes meeting green ones before he speaks. He says it so easily. Though, Sorey's always been someone who wears his heart on his shoulders. ]
I'd like to try. [ He starts. ] .... Making you feel that way, too.
Still -- if we can, we should take our time with everything. [ There no need to rush, is there? ]
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Of course we can! [ Take their time, he means. There’s no need to rush things like this! As a matter of fact, he’d really rather not. Not right out the gate, at least; not until they know what they’re doing. ]
I’m not in a hurry. [ His head shakes slightly. ] But if you’d like to try, then I’d like to, too.
[ They can do it. So long as they communicate. ]
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... Then, let's try it. [ He says softly, looking to Sorey. In all honesty, he won't know what he's doing, but... they can stop if they need to. ]
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But, at least for right now, Mikleo doesn’t want to, and there’s a warm and pleasant shiver up Sorey’s back at the realization that they’re going to try. No presumptions and no expectations of how far they’ll go, of course, but he still gets to kiss Mikleo in all those wonderful ways and places, and receive likewise in return. That’s enough to renew anything that might have faded or withered over this interlude, the drumbeat in his ears back in full force, driving him forward to kiss his boyfriend’s lips. ]
Alright.
[ What more is there to say than that, really?
...Well. Maybe a couple things: ]
Just tell me if we need to slow down, or if something doesn’t feel right, or if you’re uncomfortable, or--
[ Sorey, breathe. ]
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I'll tell you. [ He says once they separate. However, he stays close- resting his forehead against Sorey's. ] But... it'll have to be mutual.
[ Mikleo wants to know how Sorey is feeling about all of this, too. ]
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I promise. [ The words are reflexive, and thus, wholly honest. ] I'll tell you everything.
[ Let's face it: He's just the type to be vocal, anyway.
With that pact made, he offers a sweeter, gentler kiss to lips. Then to their corners. Then to a cheek. ]
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... Then, they're really doing this, aren't they? They're taking that extra step. Mikleo's heart is beating so quickly - he'd be surprised if Sorey didn't hear it. ]
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I love you, Mikleo...
[ It's breathless with renewed want, but heartfelt. And surely Mikleo knows but it feels important to reiterate, in a moment like this. ]
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... I love you too, Sorey.
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Their lips meet again not a moment after, a kiss for a kiss, though Sorey’s own curve with a smile he can’t fight. He’s warm through and through, impossibly blissful already, though they’ve only just begun. Fingers carefully caress the point where jaw meets neck as he offers more tender affections to the opposite side, down, down, down until he arrives at the collar of Mikleo’s shirt, and pauses. ]
Can I...? [ Kiss you just a little lower, he means. They’re both still fully-clothed, of course, but it matters not now innocent the act. This is someone he wants to spend a very, very long time with -- he’s got to take every step carefully, and do it right. ]
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... You don't have to ask. [ His face flushes at that, eyes darting away for a moment. Somehow, it's more nerve-wracking when he does. ]
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Okay. [ That’s all he’ll offer before setting back to work, lips reaching collarbone before a hand rises to tug that neckline down just a pinch -- enough that Sorey finds a heartbeat. An elevated heartbeat. ]
Your heart’s racing... [ he murmurs, pausing somewhat. Rather than ask the seemingly-obligatory “are you okay?” that would typically follow, instead he opts to move one of Mikleo’s hands gently to his own chest, smiling sheepishly. ] ...guess that makes two of us.
[ He’s nervous. It’s paramount that he makes this a good experience for his partner, and he’s got nothing to go on but kisses to the neck, ear, and jaw. Amazing, isn’t it? That he could grow up alongside someone, and still find a way to feel as though he knows nothing about him... but, here they are. Starting from the ground up, learning new things about each other. Discovering.
Together. ]
Here -- it might be a little easier if we both lie down, I think.
[ If only because sitting up only goes so far in terms of comfort. Sorey moves to lay on his side, then, almost as he had before. ]
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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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