[Dezel makes a soft noise of surprise, but he doesn't pull away. He has no reason to and no inclination. The tension has been terrible today and Sorey's always fidgety when he's impatient, which of course makes Dezel anxious... but this? This is much, much better.
He lets go of the belt and slips his arms around Sorey instead, pulling him as close as he dares. He even parts his lips in an invitation. Though his hands are behaving, Dezel himself is not; there's the lightest stirring of air in their room, perhaps from a cracked window, and it crawls along Sorey's exposed neck and collarbone like the lightest fingertips.]
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He lets go of the belt and slips his arms around Sorey instead, pulling him as close as he dares. He even parts his lips in an invitation. Though his hands are behaving, Dezel himself is not; there's the lightest stirring of air in their room, perhaps from a cracked window, and it crawls along Sorey's exposed neck and collarbone like the lightest fingertips.]