[Okay that got a good response, which is really encouraging. Dezel's wind is ticklish and sweet but Sorey kind of wants his hands more than anything right now, wide and warm and spread over him.
Dezel's yukata is getting in the way so Sorey slides his other hand inside it and pushes it aside and off his shoulders. They've been shirtless before, this is no big deal, and his own is falling open anyway so who cares? Now Dezel's shoulders are right there, ready for Sorey to hang off of them, except that Dezel is too dang tall and it's giving him a crick in his neck. Those few inches really make all the difference.]
Can we get on the bed? [Sorey asks a little impatiently, already pulling Dezel over toward the futons laid out on the ground.]
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Dezel's yukata is getting in the way so Sorey slides his other hand inside it and pushes it aside and off his shoulders. They've been shirtless before, this is no big deal, and his own is falling open anyway so who cares? Now Dezel's shoulders are right there, ready for Sorey to hang off of them, except that Dezel is too dang tall and it's giving him a crick in his neck. Those few inches really make all the difference.]
Can we get on the bed? [Sorey asks a little impatiently, already pulling Dezel over toward the futons laid out on the ground.]