[Dezel feels himself flushing like flames crawling across his skin threatening to burn him up. Miraculously he does not spontaneously combust. Listening to Sorey would do that to anyone, he thinks, but then the other man decides to sit on him in a certain way and oh. He groans again, deeper this time, and digs into those shoulderblades a little more.
He nips at Sorey's lip as he pulls out of the kiss, murmurs a soft swear at how turned on he already is.] Nn-- damn. [He doesn't want to stop. He hopes Sorey doesn't either, but of course he'd slam on the brakes if they needed to. Thankfully that doesn't seem to be a problem. He lets out a shaky breath, silvery eyes wet with lust as he feels more than watches Sorey wander downward.]
Oh--
[He groans and thumps his head back against the bedroll. Holy hell. He's surprised that Sorey's already figured out how to do something like this, but then again, he's always been a quick study.
He wants more of that-- definitely-- so he draws his hands through thick brown hair, sometimes using nails, sometimes dragging them up his spine, always with the intent of coaxing out more pleased noises.]
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He nips at Sorey's lip as he pulls out of the kiss, murmurs a soft swear at how turned on he already is.] Nn-- damn. [He doesn't want to stop. He hopes Sorey doesn't either, but of course he'd slam on the brakes if they needed to. Thankfully that doesn't seem to be a problem. He lets out a shaky breath, silvery eyes wet with lust as he feels more than watches Sorey wander downward.]
Oh--
[He groans and thumps his head back against the bedroll. Holy hell. He's surprised that Sorey's already figured out how to do something like this, but then again, he's always been a quick study.
He wants more of that-- definitely-- so he draws his hands through thick brown hair, sometimes using nails, sometimes dragging them up his spine, always with the intent of coaxing out more pleased noises.]