[Sorey's quickly getting overwhelmed, so Dezel quietly chalks that up under the yes column. At the same time he doesn't want to alienate Sorey either. He breathes a soft chuckle as the Shepherd clings to him. He really is cute... and handsome, and Dezel doesn't need eyes to see that much.
He shifts his grip, leaving little kisses on the inside of Sorey's palm instead, all the way to his wrist. Then Dezel nips a little. He'd like to continue, but there's this thing called a shirt, and Sorey wears long sleeves for some reason.]
See, I won't hurt you.
[There should be an element of teasing in there, but he's honest in this. A thousand years, and he's learned to deal with his curse. He'll protect Sorey with everything he has, not as a guardian of the Grand Shepherd's resting place but--
-- but as a friend, a companion. A lover. Someone who knows his true name.
He turns his head a bit, halting the kisses so he can nuzzle into Sorey's hair.]
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He shifts his grip, leaving little kisses on the inside of Sorey's palm instead, all the way to his wrist. Then Dezel nips a little. He'd like to continue, but there's this thing called a shirt, and Sorey wears long sleeves for some reason.]
See, I won't hurt you.
[There should be an element of teasing in there, but he's honest in this. A thousand years, and he's learned to deal with his curse. He'll protect Sorey with everything he has, not as a guardian of the Grand Shepherd's resting place but--
-- but as a friend, a companion. A lover. Someone who knows his true name.
He turns his head a bit, halting the kisses so he can nuzzle into Sorey's hair.]
If you need a minute...