[Like Sorey could miss the way Dezel suddenly comes alive under him; it's like when he'd first woken, Dezel's arms tight around him as he gasped into his hair.
Sorey slides off of Dezel, but only far enough to roll onto his side on the futon, pulling Dezel along with him. This is somehow more comfortable, with them side-by-side, both equal, neither of them falling into the old roles of Shepherd and sublord or seraph and human. It's just Sorey and Dezel here.
Sorey smiles into the kiss and pulls back, burying his nose in Dezel's hair and pushing a leg between his.] You always smell so good, [he whispers, hands exploring Dezel's skin, down his side, stroking his chest.] Like the air at the very top of the mountain. Like Elysia...
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Date: 2017-04-13 04:26 pm (UTC)Sorey slides off of Dezel, but only far enough to roll onto his side on the futon, pulling Dezel along with him. This is somehow more comfortable, with them side-by-side, both equal, neither of them falling into the old roles of Shepherd and sublord or seraph and human. It's just Sorey and Dezel here.
Sorey smiles into the kiss and pulls back, burying his nose in Dezel's hair and pushing a leg between his.] You always smell so good, [he whispers, hands exploring Dezel's skin, down his side, stroking his chest.] Like the air at the very top of the mountain. Like Elysia...