[Dezel is one hundred percent okay with letting Sorey set the pace here. He's in no real hurry, but he's also not completely new to any of this, so it's okay to go as fast or as slow as Sorey wants. Those few days aboard the airship were wonderful, tentative and slow, but it seems he's ready for something different.
He muffles the lightest gasp in the kiss as his yukata falls off his shoulders, but he leans into hesitant and hungry hands. He chuckles darkly at Sorey's impatience.]
Sure.
[He can kind of tell that Sorey's tired of the height gap there, so he rolls onto his back. His hands on Sorey's sides ensure that the former Shepherd comes with. His arms are bare and free of the silky sleeves, so they roam; he rubs at Sorey's neck, his firm chest, his stomach. And then he pulls off the sash.]
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He muffles the lightest gasp in the kiss as his yukata falls off his shoulders, but he leans into hesitant and hungry hands. He chuckles darkly at Sorey's impatience.]
Sure.
[He can kind of tell that Sorey's tired of the height gap there, so he rolls onto his back. His hands on Sorey's sides ensure that the former Shepherd comes with. His arms are bare and free of the silky sleeves, so they roam; he rubs at Sorey's neck, his firm chest, his stomach. And then he pulls off the sash.]
Oops, [he says dryly.]