[ el nysa ] IC Inbox!

[ofseraphim]

reading letters left unsent

Comments

[ofseraphim]

[ "I'm close."

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. ]