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[ofseraphim]

[ Sorey smiles -- even more so when they part once more. ]

We can come back to it tomorrow. [ Another kiss, this one sweeter, lingering. Placating. ]

It's been a long day.

[ But surprisingly enough, he's not particularly tired. Normally, he would be, wouldn't he? ]

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Usually, that'd be my line. [ He'd be the one to tell Sorey that it can wait - that rest needed to come first.

Still, he'll move all the more closer to Sorey at that, realizing that that meant that Sorey was ready to settle in for the night.

He kisses him once more at that, kiss lingering as long as Sorey's - if not longer. ]

Tired?

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For once, I beat you to it. [ They're rubbing off on each other. And no one was surprised.

They trade kisses once again at that. Funny -- they used to trade tickles, handshakes, or even playful jabs. Now, just look at them: The name of the game is a kiss for a kiss. ]

And, not at all, actually. [ Sorey inches closer in kind. ] You?

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[ Mikleo leans against Sorey then, looking upwards at him with a mildly amused expression. ]

Didn't you just say it was a long day? ... But, I'm fine.

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I did! [ In an "I swear!" kind of tone. ] I mean, it was, wasn't it?

[ It was. ]

For some reason, I'm just not tired.

[ That has everything and nothing to do with the body pressed against his own, though he won't say a thing. ]

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[ Of course, that was expected. Sorey's always had a lot of energy. ]

Just don't stay up to late. [ Mikleo rests his head against the other's chest, looking up at him with an expectant expression. ]

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[ Sorey nuzzles into blue-tipped hair, leaving more tiny notes of affection there before meeting those rather expectant eyes.

Wait -- expectant? No, he’s got to be reading that wrong. ]

Don’t worry -- I won’t.

[ After all, he’s got Mikleo to keep him in place, here, if he forgets the hour or tries to convince himself he can stay up all night.

For right now, however, sleep isn't an option. He's tired, yes; perhaps on a mental level. His body, however, is an entirely different story. ]

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[ Look... He doesn't want Sorey exhausting himself. Though, he'll stay up until he falls asleep. Mikleo always does. He moves upwards then, pressing another kiss to lips. ]

Knowing how our days have gone so far, its bound to be another long day.

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[ Sorey leans into that kiss gently, as though bidding it to linger. ]

You’re probably right.

[ An arm slips over Mikleo then, hand idly rubbing. ]

But the days seem to pass so fast when we’re together, don’t they?

[ Maybe it’s just him. ]

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What, you mean every day?

[ He jokes lightly. Sorey's touches are gentle - it's easy to relax against them. ] Not that you're wrong.

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[ Sorey half-huffs. ] You know what I meant!

[ But Mikleo is joking, and they both know it. A bit of a chuckle ensues before the brunette initiates another kiss. ] Besides, there's nothing wrong with feeling that way, is there?

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[ He smiles slightly against the next kiss, affection evident in purple-colored eyes. ]

Not exactly. [ Fingers brush against cheek, before another hand reaches - gently cupping both cheeks and drawing him in closer. ] Fast days are usually a sign of good ones.

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[ As they part, Sorey takes a moment to rest his forehead against Mikleo's, eyes and smile equally soft. ]

Explains why our time together back home always seemed to go so fast, too.

[ I loved you back then, too, you know. ]

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[ Relaxes against Sorey, expression becoming more playful. ]

Or, it could be due to all those ruin explorations.

[ Well, just kidding. Though, he's not wrong, either. ]

You're not the only one that felt that way.

[ He's loved Sorey all this time, too. ]

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Well. [ Sorey chuckles a bit, softly. He can't lie, here. ] That definitely helped.

[ With that, he nuzzles in for more kisses -- to Mikleo's cheek first, walked back over to waiting lips. ]

Somehow, I think... maybe I knew, all along.

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That's perspective.

[ Kisses to lips - then to jaw - slow and a bit careful. ]

I think we both did.

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You do?

[ Said as he angles himself a bit into those explorative kisses while they trace his jawline, step by step. Eyes slide closed then, and it's clear that Sorey is enjoying their wandering. ]

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We're known each other since we were children. It makes sense to know.

[ He resumes kisses then, trailing from jawbone to neck for a moment. This is alright, isn't it...? Albeit a little new. ]

i need a blushy sorey emote XD

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I guess you're right.

[ Sorey answers with a warm and knowing smile. Still, how lucky is he to have a love like this dropped right in his lap, where he can spend (most of) a lifetime with them? Not just lucky -- blessed.

...But all that poetic thought wanes to a quiet and distant roar once lips hit his neck.

Sorey's breath stutters, a pleasant little sigh. For all the times and ways Mikleo has kissed him, he's never felt anything like this before. Why is it so different here, on his neck, than on his jaw, cheek, or even lips? ]

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[ There's a brief pause at that sound, violet-colored eyes looking upwards at that. Weird - he had felt his heart leap upon hearing it. It... sounded a bit appreciative, really.

He presses another kiss to neck, then another - watching, listening for how Sorey may react. ]

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[ Mikleo doesn’t have to listen closely to detect the change in Sorey’s breathing. It’s heavier as those kisses continue, the tiny, fine little hairs on the brunette’s arms standing at attention. ]

M-Mikleo... [ Another absolutely contented sigh, and he reaches to sweep fingers through blue-tipped locks. ] That feels... really good...

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[ Those words ignite something within Mikleo - warmth making it feel as though his stomach is doing flips - heart thudding in his chest at the sound of those breathing.

He presses another kiss - this time, lingering - a little more heated then the last. If Sorey's enjoying himself, then... He wants to keep going. A hand moves to rest gently on the other's stomach.

They've kissed so many times now - and this is the first time that he's seen him react like this. He must be especially sensitive there. ]

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[ Instead of pausing, questioning -- faltering for even a second -- Mikleo, instead, continues.

...Does he know what he’s doing to him...?

He does. He has to. This is the same as before, that day on the cliffside when he first kissed Sorey deeply, with intent, and the brunette found himself damn near weak in the knees from it. Here too, he imagines he would be, were he standing. He’ll be quietly grateful for that small favor.

Already his consciousness is quickly diverging, splitting in two. One faction determines his next words should be ”we should stop”, while the other pleads, ”please don’t”. But something in his groin is stirring -- a part of him he’d rather stay dormant; that he’d will to, if he had the wherewithal to manage that. Alas, he doesn’t; so it grows anyway.

Unconsciously licking his lips, he swallows dryly. On the heels of that is a breath out, complete with the tiniest ’ah’ of pleasure he immediately mutes to a hum and would’ve rather quashed, had he been given half a chance. A hand comes to rest on his stomach then, and it’s as though all the heat in his lower half congregates there beneath that point of contact, rising up to meet it.

But, for as greedy as some part of him is right now, this is all a bit one-sided, isn’t it? ]

Hey, Mikleo... [ In silvery hair, fingers flex momentarily as they continue to comb. ] Do you think... I could kiss you like this?

[ Right now, he means. Not that it’ll help slow things down any, but. It might give his poor already-overworked body a bit of a break. ]

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[ Sorey stops him, and Mikleo feels as though he's been nearly torn from a daze. At first, he thinks to ask him if he wants to stop - but, he finds Sorey asking him if he could do the same.

Honestly, he wouldn't have minded continuing. In fact, he almost feels as though he hadn't often taken the lead before like he had. And Sorey's little gasps - the small ways that had shown that he was enjoying it had made Mikleo want to continue all the more...

Still, his heart leaps in his chest, eyes looking upwards before he nods his head. ]

... You don't have to ask, but-- go ahead. [ He's fine with it. Still, this is all new to him. Would it effect him, like it did Sorey? ]

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[ He didn’t have to ask...? Well. Perhaps not, but. Even so, Sorey still would, just to be absolutely clear. Though in this case, the fact that he has the forethought and wherewithal left to do so, despite how his heart thrums and his temperature surges, is nothing short of amazing. He’s truly a wonder, indeed.

With the nod given and assent offered, he gently, gingerly angles in. It all starts with a press to lips, of course, but travels from there to Mikleo’s jawline, where he quickly blazes a hot trail. It’s gentler, more cautious, almost ticklish by the time Sorey reaches the soft, tender skin of his boyfriend’s neck.

...No surprise, this does absolutely nothing to slow his heart or quell the still-rising urge now undeniably demarcated by the tenting of his underwear. Hopefully that’ll... subside, just on its own. Preferably soon. ]