[Dezel keens into the pressure, low and rough and lovely, arching into the other man's mouth. He rubs at the brunet's shoulderblades and the valleys of his back as if to draw out some of that tension and anxiety. It's okay to be excited, and it's okay to be nervous, but he doesn't want Sorey to be scared of him-- or what they might do. Then there's a more deliberate pressure against his hips and--]
Sorey...
[There's no way Sorey did that on accident. Dezel grinds up into him and his nails dig in for a moment, marking tanned shoulders with red crescents, but he's quick to move on. He walks his fingers down the former Shepherd's back, pushing the silk robe down further, until he can rub his fingertips over the curve of Sorey's rear.
He can't do much more than touch when Sorey is lavishing affection on his chest, but that doesn't mean the wind is idle; it keeps the air in the room cool and fresh from outside, and sometimes it caresses Sorey's earcuffs like a shy lover.]
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Date: 2017-04-01 06:38 am (UTC)Sorey...
[There's no way Sorey did that on accident. Dezel grinds up into him and his nails dig in for a moment, marking tanned shoulders with red crescents, but he's quick to move on. He walks his fingers down the former Shepherd's back, pushing the silk robe down further, until he can rub his fingertips over the curve of Sorey's rear.
He can't do much more than touch when Sorey is lavishing affection on his chest, but that doesn't mean the wind is idle; it keeps the air in the room cool and fresh from outside, and sometimes it caresses Sorey's earcuffs like a shy lover.]