[Dezel had asked for it before, touch me whispered fervently into his skin but Sorey hadn't obeyed, still too nervous and too self-conscious to do what he'd really been asking. But now, with Dezel so close and his hand curling along the inside of Sorey's thigh making his breath hitch, Sorey finally realizes what he wants.
He wants to be desirable. He wants- he wants Dezel to think of him as something irresistible, and it's such a base want that he flushes with it, but at last he knows what he can do about it. He can't suddenly become more beautiful, can't suddenly become more knowledgeable, taller, older, but what he can do is listen to him, listen and give him what he asks for.
Gods, he's more than happy to give him what he asks for. And when he finally tucks his hand inside the barely-there folds of Dezel's robes, finds the half-hard line of him (and he's hot, Sorey hadn't thought about it but his skin is so hot) and drags his palm up along the underside of Dezel's cock, it feels a little more like what he's wanted. Yes, this is it; he tilts his chin up to follow Dezel's arch, exploring him, touching him and watching the wonder flicker over his face.] Good?
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He wants to be desirable. He wants- he wants Dezel to think of him as something irresistible, and it's such a base want that he flushes with it, but at last he knows what he can do about it. He can't suddenly become more beautiful, can't suddenly become more knowledgeable, taller, older, but what he can do is listen to him, listen and give him what he asks for.
Gods, he's more than happy to give him what he asks for. And when he finally tucks his hand inside the barely-there folds of Dezel's robes, finds the half-hard line of him (and he's hot, Sorey hadn't thought about it but his skin is so hot) and drags his palm up along the underside of Dezel's cock, it feels a little more like what he's wanted. Yes, this is it; he tilts his chin up to follow Dezel's arch, exploring him, touching him and watching the wonder flicker over his face.] Good?