[ 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--
[ 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?
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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. ]
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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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Date: 2018-08-22 01:54 am (UTC)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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Date: 2018-08-22 02:36 am (UTC)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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Date: 2018-08-22 03:59 am (UTC)... 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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Date: 2018-08-22 04:23 am (UTC)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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Date: 2018-08-24 02:10 am (UTC)... I love you too, Sorey.
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Date: 2018-08-24 02:42 am (UTC)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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Date: 2018-08-26 08:07 am (UTC)... 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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Date: 2018-08-27 04:56 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2018-08-29 03:04 am (UTC)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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