[Hey, shut up! Give him a couple years, that'll become a beard powerful enough to make a mountain man jealous! ...maybe. Okay, so Sorey secretly wants a super masculine beard. It always makes guys look even more adventurous.
Dezel's careful attention in return is a stark contrast from earlier, but not unwelcome. Sorey doesn't think he's ready for anything much more than this, gentle exploration and tentative tastes, but he's more than happy to indulge in it.
Somehow they do make two people work on these beds, though Sorey suspects as he drifts off that Dezel is less comfortable and more reluctant to leave the warmth of Sorey's arms. It's all right; falling asleep with someone on top of him is far more comforting than he thought it would be. And as he dreams he dreams of quiet nights bundled up with his family, when they were still learning his limitations as a human, allowing him to run himself to exhaustion and collecting him from wherever he'd collapsed into the grass to cart him lovingly off to bed. Dezel smells like nights in the meadows.
Their days progress on the ship with little difficulty. Sorey is set to simple cleaning tasks, but at some point worms his way down into engineering and gets a crash course in how an airship's engines work. He writes down everything excitedly, notebook constantly tucked into his back pocket, hunting down Dezel to make regular reports and to watch him manipulate the wind in their sails.
They spend the majority of their evenings together, hands roaming and mapping and learning, mouths brushing and touching and tasting. Sorey gets bold enough to push Dezel's shirt up one night, kissing down his belly, marveling at himself. He'd read plenty of filthy books but he'd never devoted much thought to doing any of those things he'd read himself one day. Go figure; how he's taking tips from The Unmatched Agony of Love, something that he'll never tell Dezel for the sake of protecting his dignity.]
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Dezel's careful attention in return is a stark contrast from earlier, but not unwelcome. Sorey doesn't think he's ready for anything much more than this, gentle exploration and tentative tastes, but he's more than happy to indulge in it.
Somehow they do make two people work on these beds, though Sorey suspects as he drifts off that Dezel is less comfortable and more reluctant to leave the warmth of Sorey's arms. It's all right; falling asleep with someone on top of him is far more comforting than he thought it would be. And as he dreams he dreams of quiet nights bundled up with his family, when they were still learning his limitations as a human, allowing him to run himself to exhaustion and collecting him from wherever he'd collapsed into the grass to cart him lovingly off to bed. Dezel smells like nights in the meadows.
Their days progress on the ship with little difficulty. Sorey is set to simple cleaning tasks, but at some point worms his way down into engineering and gets a crash course in how an airship's engines work. He writes down everything excitedly, notebook constantly tucked into his back pocket, hunting down Dezel to make regular reports and to watch him manipulate the wind in their sails.
They spend the majority of their evenings together, hands roaming and mapping and learning, mouths brushing and touching and tasting. Sorey gets bold enough to push Dezel's shirt up one night, kissing down his belly, marveling at himself. He'd read plenty of filthy books but he'd never devoted much thought to doing any of those things he'd read himself one day. Go figure; how he's taking tips from The Unmatched Agony of Love, something that he'll never tell Dezel for the sake of protecting his dignity.]