[ 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?
[ 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.
[ 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. ]
[ 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? ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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...
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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? ]
[ 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. ]
[ Sorey begins kissing him - careful, gentle, but wet - along his jawline, and Mikleo's breath hitches. neck shifting slightly when Sorey finds his neck. Hands that were wrapped around Sorey tighten ever so slightly, fingers digging gently into clothes.
It... feels nice... Is this how Sorey felt, too? It must be. ]
... Sorey. [ He breathes out quietly, hand moving to tangle in brunet-colored locks. ]
[ Mikleo is quiet and placid enough, but once those kisses hit his neck--
--o-oh... Oh no. Sorey can definitely tell his interest hasn't waned a bit now, with a telling, eager twitch from his hips. If anything, he wants the other even more for the fingers that clutch at him; the voice that murmurs his name. And he's so tempted--...
Wait a minute. Take a breath, he tells himself, and exhales in a measured, deliberate sigh, even if that takes more self-control than he's had to exercise in a good long while. ]
How does it feel?
[ How do you feel? Sorey licks his lips unconsciously. ]
[ It... feels good - to say the least. Mikleo feels himself wanting more - to return those affections to Sorey once more. The kisses are careful and gentle, and while Mikleo appreciates that - it doesn't help with the want that he feels nice. ]
It's... good. [ He murmurs, face reddening a little. It feels a little embarrassing - being so vocal about how it is, but... Sorey should know. ]
-- You can. [ Keep going, that is. Mikleo hopes that he will. It's likely evident in the way that his voice is breathless, but hushed - the way that he still holds Sorey close. ]
[ “Good”. Sure, it’s a mediocre description in general; but coming from Mikleo, it tells Sorey so much. (As if the fingers clawing at his shirt and that voice -- heavens, that voice -- already hadn’t. ]
Alright. [ He breathes out that same measured, controlled exhale as before. ] I’ll keep going, then.
[ Said as he eases more of himself into his boyfriend’s clutches. Or, as much as he can, at least, until his hips make contact in a screaming announcement of his arousal, and he rebounds away reflexively. Yikes. Thankfully, continued kisses should distract, pressed hotly to supple skin, lingering over the place a heartbeat can be felt, elevated. Not quite racing, like his own, but... faster than he would expect.
By the time he completes that trail, he’s nearly quaking from want, desire thick and heavy in his voice as he pauses. ]
Mikleo, I...
[ I want to touch you so much more; I want to keep going; I want to make you feel even better; I want to make love--
But he can’t say any of those things. Why? Because they all start the same way: “I want”. But this isn’t about what Sorey wants, it’s about the both of them. Together. What does Mikleo want? It’s not immediately clear; and asking? That’s a bit much to tackle for right now. So--]
...I’m sorry. [ Said with a sheepish smile summoned from somewhere as he draws back; one that seems to poke fun at himself and his plight. With his heart beating so fast, he’s breathing like he’s running even when he’s not, sounding like he’s out of shape, nearly. ] But I... need to take a break for just a minute, if that’s okay.
[ Just a minute, and this will all subside. Or so he thinks. ]
[ Mikleo can feel the way that that hardness rocks against him, and it's enough to make his heart race - the heat that was already growing in the pit of his stomach only becoming all the more intense at the thought of what was happening. ... Sorey was-- the same as him. It was because of what they were doing. They were effecting one another in a similar way. At the same time, it makes him nervous, as well. After all, this is new territory. Doing something like this isn't something he didn't think he'd have an interest in. However, if it's Sorey--
Then... if Sorey would like to, then... He'd like to try. Sex is always spoken as something positive, isn't it? At the least, in all the books he's read - it's mostly shown as a way for two partners to show they love one another.
However, Sorey tears him from his thoughts. He wanted a break? Was he alright? ]
[ He doesn't mind stopping at all, if Sorey wants to - but, if something that they're doing is bothering him - it's not something that Mikleo wants to ignore. ]
[ Stopping is both a mercy and sheer torture all rolled into one in this moment. Though it’s not nearly as easy as it looks, Sorey pulls away then, flopping on his back to wait until his near-panting subsides when--
--he suddenly remembers he’s at full attention downstairs. There’s a fumbling for the sheets then, which he mounds on top of himself -- or at least, one part of himself. A little odd for someone who looks so dramatically overheated, isn’t it? ]
N-nothing! It’s nothing! [ He probably sounds like he’s lying, doesn’t he? So he rises up onto one elbow and reaches to cup his partner’s cheek, quietly urging eye contact regardless of the notable flush on his own cheeks. ]
Nothing is wrong, I just--...
[ Sorey stalls in the face of the answer he should be giving, forces himself to breathe out once again, collects himself, and retries. ] I, um...
[ --need a minute to calm the pulse he can feel in his head and his groin? Yes. Absolutely, a thousand times yes. The sooner the better, too. But if getting out a basic description is something he fumbles over, then surely saying something like that is far and away into the realm of impossibility. Instead, Sorey turns his head, coughs once, rubs the back of his neck and then scratches his cheek: That’s right -- the Complete Bashfulness Trifecta™.
Please don’t look down please don’t look down please don’t look down ]
[ Mikleo had expected for him to move - but, he hadn't expecting him to scramble for his sheets--
Oh.
Oh.
That's what was wrong.
He can't blame him for being embarrassed - not when he himself is sitting up, cross-legged. Still, did Sorey think that telling him it was hot was going to distract him...? He sends him a look, voice deadpan when he speaks (which, really, is impressive - considering how worked up he is). ]
[ Mikleo draws up and away, and immediately, there’s a move for the other to prop himself up on an elbow, nearly jerking -- notably cringing -- at the bold nature of that comment. ]
You... [ Sorey, don’t play dumb. If it’s one thing that look conveys, it’s that. So again, his head lowers, a truly contrite -- and mortified -- look on that flushed face. ]
...Sorry, Mikleo.
[ It’s the only thing he can think to say in an unfamiliar situation such as this. While of course understanding that there’s no need for apology for the natural responses of his body, this... isn’t exactly the way he intended for his partner to be made aware of them; for them to be forced to broach this conversation.
The proverbial elephant in the room now stares down at them. ]
[ It's the apology that makes Mikleo shy away a little - face reddening all the more. A hand moves to cover his face, covering that blush before he speaks once more. ]
... You don't have to apologize. [ He starts softly. His eyes leave Sorey for a moment, and it takes him a moment to speak. ] It isn't as though it's just you.
[ Maybe... that'll help quell what embarrassment that Sorey feels right now - despite the fact that he himself is hiding what exactly he's speaking of. ]
[ He shouldn’t be surprised. Really and truly, some part of him isn’t. All the same, hearing that seems to take a visible weight off of Sorey, brows lifting, eyes widening some.
Mikleo was excited, too. Or, is excited? Either way. He rises to a sit then, which helps to hide his state a bit, luckily. Eyes skirt down and away, then back up. ]
What do you think we should do?
[ Better yet -- he’ll take Mikleo’s hand in his own then, rubbing, squeezing gently, earnestly as his eyes are. ]
...What do you want to do?
[ That question is simple to answer, from his own perspective; but this is about the both of them, not just one or the other. ]
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Date: 2018-07-26 03:29 am (UTC)[ 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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Date: 2018-07-27 12:22 am (UTC)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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Date: 2018-07-29 02:35 am (UTC)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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Date: 2018-07-29 02:57 am (UTC)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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Date: 2018-07-29 03:14 am (UTC)[ 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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Date: 2018-07-31 05:46 pm (UTC)[ Kisses to lips - then to jaw - slow and a bit careful. ]
I think we both did.
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Date: 2018-07-31 07:26 pm (UTC)[ 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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Date: 2018-07-31 08:04 pm (UTC)[ 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
Date: 2018-07-31 08:22 pm (UTC)[ 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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Date: 2018-08-01 02:46 am (UTC)He presses another kiss to neck, then another - watching, listening for how Sorey may react. ]
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Date: 2018-08-01 03:56 am (UTC)M-Mikleo... [ Another absolutely contented sigh, and he reaches to sweep fingers through blue-tipped locks. ] That feels... really good...
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Date: 2018-08-02 03:05 am (UTC)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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Date: 2018-08-03 05:40 pm (UTC)...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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Date: 2018-08-04 10:37 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2018-08-05 03:13 am (UTC)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. ]
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Date: 2018-08-06 02:33 am (UTC)It... feels nice... Is this how Sorey felt, too? It must be. ]
... Sorey. [ He breathes out quietly, hand moving to tangle in brunet-colored locks. ]
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Date: 2018-08-07 03:09 pm (UTC)--o-oh... Oh no. Sorey can definitely tell his interest hasn't waned a bit now, with a telling, eager twitch from his hips. If anything, he wants the other even more for the fingers that clutch at him; the voice that murmurs his name. And he's so tempted--...
Wait a minute. Take a breath, he tells himself, and exhales in a measured, deliberate sigh, even if that takes more self-control than he's had to exercise in a good long while. ]
How does it feel?
[ How do you feel? Sorey licks his lips unconsciously. ]
Should I... keep going?
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Date: 2018-08-08 02:26 am (UTC)It's... good. [ He murmurs, face reddening a little. It feels a little embarrassing - being so vocal about how it is, but... Sorey should know. ]
-- You can. [ Keep going, that is. Mikleo hopes that he will. It's likely evident in the way that his voice is breathless, but hushed - the way that he still holds Sorey close. ]
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Date: 2018-08-08 02:30 pm (UTC)Alright. [ He breathes out that same measured, controlled exhale as before. ] I’ll keep going, then.
[ Said as he eases more of himself into his boyfriend’s clutches. Or, as much as he can, at least, until his hips make contact in a screaming announcement of his arousal, and he rebounds away reflexively. Yikes. Thankfully, continued kisses should distract, pressed hotly to supple skin, lingering over the place a heartbeat can be felt, elevated. Not quite racing, like his own, but... faster than he would expect.
By the time he completes that trail, he’s nearly quaking from want, desire thick and heavy in his voice as he pauses. ]
Mikleo, I...
[ I want to touch you so much more;
I want to keep going;
I want to make you feel even better;
I want to make love--
But he can’t say any of those things. Why? Because they all start the same way: “I want”. But this isn’t about what Sorey wants, it’s about the both of them. Together. What does Mikleo want? It’s not immediately clear; and asking? That’s a bit much to tackle for right now. So--]
...I’m sorry. [ Said with a sheepish smile summoned from somewhere as he draws back; one that seems to poke fun at himself and his plight. With his heart beating so fast, he’s breathing like he’s running even when he’s not, sounding like he’s out of shape, nearly. ] But I... need to take a break for just a minute, if that’s okay.
[ Just a minute, and this will all subside. Or so he thinks. ]
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Date: 2018-08-08 10:55 pm (UTC)Then... if Sorey would like to, then... He'd like to try. Sex is always spoken as something positive, isn't it? At the least, in all the books he's read - it's mostly shown as a way for two partners to show they love one another.
However, Sorey tears him from his thoughts. He wanted a break? Was he alright? ]
... Okay. [ Mikleo breathes out, violet-colored eyes meeting with green-colored ones. ] What's wrong?
[ He doesn't mind stopping at all, if Sorey wants to - but, if something that they're doing is bothering him - it's not something that Mikleo wants to ignore. ]
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Date: 2018-08-08 11:13 pm (UTC)--he suddenly remembers he’s at full attention downstairs. There’s a fumbling for the sheets then, which he mounds on top of himself -- or at least, one part of himself. A little odd for someone who looks so dramatically overheated, isn’t it? ]
N-nothing! It’s nothing! [ He probably sounds like he’s lying, doesn’t he? So he rises up onto one elbow and reaches to cup his partner’s cheek, quietly urging eye contact regardless of the notable flush on his own cheeks. ]
Nothing is wrong, I just--...
[ Sorey stalls in the face of the answer he should be giving, forces himself to breathe out once again, collects himself, and retries. ] I, um...
[ --need a minute to calm the pulse he can feel in his head and his groin? Yes. Absolutely, a thousand times yes. The sooner the better, too. But if getting out a basic description is something he fumbles over, then surely saying something like that is far and away into the realm of impossibility. Instead, Sorey turns his head, coughs once, rubs the back of his neck and then scratches his cheek: That’s right -- the Complete Bashfulness Trifecta™.
Please don’t look down please don’t look down please don’t look down ]
...Hey, is it warm in here, or is it just me?
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Date: 2018-08-10 01:31 am (UTC)Oh.
Oh.
That's what was wrong.
He can't blame him for being embarrassed - not when he himself is sitting up, cross-legged. Still, did Sorey think that telling him it was hot was going to distract him...? He sends him a look, voice deadpan when he speaks (which, really, is impressive - considering how worked up he is). ]
... I already know.
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Date: 2018-08-13 02:44 am (UTC)You... [ Sorey, don’t play dumb. If it’s one thing that look conveys, it’s that. So again, his head lowers, a truly contrite -- and mortified -- look on that flushed face. ]
...Sorry, Mikleo.
[ It’s the only thing he can think to say in an unfamiliar situation such as this. While of course understanding that there’s no need for apology for the natural responses of his body, this... isn’t exactly the way he intended for his partner to be made aware of them; for them to be forced to broach this conversation.
The proverbial elephant in the room now stares down at them. ]
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Date: 2018-08-13 03:04 am (UTC)... You don't have to apologize. [ He starts softly. His eyes leave Sorey for a moment, and it takes him a moment to speak. ] It isn't as though it's just you.
[ Maybe... that'll help quell what embarrassment that Sorey feels right now - despite the fact that he himself is hiding what exactly he's speaking of. ]
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Date: 2018-08-13 03:50 am (UTC)[ He shouldn’t be surprised. Really and truly, some part of him isn’t. All the same, hearing that seems to take a visible weight off of Sorey, brows lifting, eyes widening some.
Mikleo was excited, too. Or, is excited? Either way. He rises to a sit then, which helps to hide his state a bit, luckily. Eyes skirt down and away, then back up. ]
What do you think we should do?
[ Better yet -- he’ll take Mikleo’s hand in his own then, rubbing, squeezing gently, earnestly as his eyes are. ]
...What do you want to do?
[ That question is simple to answer, from his own perspective; but this is about the both of them, not just one or the other. ]
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