[Dezel's half-gloved thumb brushing against the shell of his ear makes Sorey shiver. He's so nervous, worried that he's going to mess this up but at the same time...it's easy to accept this kind of intimacy when they've literally shared a body more times than Sorey can remember.
This is different though.
But then Dezel's arms go around him and he tugs Sorey closer, almost into his lap and Sorey makes a noise of surprise at the strength with which Dezel kisses him again. This is just as nervewracking and wonderful as their soft kisses before but now, as Dezel's hat rolls to the side, something else enters in and Sorey notices how solid Dezel's shoulders are, how warm he is this close, how sharp his teeth are at that barest hint of them behind his lips. Dezel kisses him with a sureness that Sorey just doesn't have and it's both intoxicating and a little bit terrifying, wondering if the way he's threading his fingers through Dezel's hair and hanging on the right way to do it, wondering if he tastes okay, if Dezel wants him to move his legs-
And then Dezel pulls back and Sorey gasps, right, because he has to breathe. He pants, face blooming bright red as he shakes just a little, heat spreading from his gut to his limbs, making the collar of his shirt stick to his neck. Dezel doesn't look much better and Sorey chews on his lips, hoping to taste Dezel on them again.
He's- he's thought about this a couple times but there was never time for it, never opportunity. It wasn't really a subject of discussion in Elysia but it's not like Sorey hasn't squirreled away a few of his "trashy romance smut books" as Mikleo enjoyed calling them, for when he was...curious, and alone.
With Dezel? Is he- Is he allowed, can he even do that with him?]
M-me too, [Sorey stammers shyly, though still clutching Dezel's hair tight, gently scratching his fingers against his scalp.] Um. Slowly, if that's- I've never done this before, so I'm probably not any good...
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This is different though.
But then Dezel's arms go around him and he tugs Sorey closer, almost into his lap and Sorey makes a noise of surprise at the strength with which Dezel kisses him again. This is just as nervewracking and wonderful as their soft kisses before but now, as Dezel's hat rolls to the side, something else enters in and Sorey notices how solid Dezel's shoulders are, how warm he is this close, how sharp his teeth are at that barest hint of them behind his lips. Dezel kisses him with a sureness that Sorey just doesn't have and it's both intoxicating and a little bit terrifying, wondering if the way he's threading his fingers through Dezel's hair and hanging on the right way to do it, wondering if he tastes okay, if Dezel wants him to move his legs-
And then Dezel pulls back and Sorey gasps, right, because he has to breathe. He pants, face blooming bright red as he shakes just a little, heat spreading from his gut to his limbs, making the collar of his shirt stick to his neck. Dezel doesn't look much better and Sorey chews on his lips, hoping to taste Dezel on them again.
He's- he's thought about this a couple times but there was never time for it, never opportunity. It wasn't really a subject of discussion in Elysia but it's not like Sorey hasn't squirreled away a few of his "trashy romance smut books" as Mikleo enjoyed calling them, for when he was...curious, and alone.
With Dezel? Is he- Is he allowed, can he even do that with him?]
M-me too, [Sorey stammers shyly, though still clutching Dezel's hair tight, gently scratching his fingers against his scalp.] Um. Slowly, if that's- I've never done this before, so I'm probably not any good...