[ 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. ]
[ That's... not a question that he can answer easily. A part of him knows how he wants to answer. However, saying it is another thing entirely. He goes quiet for a moment, and the seconds that go by feel like they stretch into minutes. ]
That's not just up for me to decide. [ What comes next needs to be mutual. ]
[ 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--
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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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Date: 2018-08-13 11:24 pm (UTC)That's not just up for me to decide. [ What comes next needs to be mutual. ]
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Date: 2018-08-13 11:51 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2018-08-14 12:37 am (UTC)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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Date: 2018-08-14 01:00 am (UTC)[ 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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Date: 2018-08-14 01:37 am (UTC)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 don't have a blushy enough icon for this lmao
Date: 2018-08-14 02:00 am (UTC)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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Date: 2018-08-14 04:09 am (UTC)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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Date: 2018-08-14 08:03 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2018-08-17 02:21 am (UTC)... 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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Date: 2018-08-20 08:45 pm (UTC)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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