[Dezel already desires him. He doesn't want Sorey to be older-- god no, he's waited long enough, and he doesn't want to change anything about the way he looks because Dezel doesn't care. Sorey isn't inadequate in any way, not when it comes to loving a seraph like him. Just the notion is enough.
Thankfully, Sorey doesn't need any more persuasion than that. The younger man touches Dezel, gods, he's been waiting so long-- and he comes alive in a way that is not terribly unlike the fervent whispers of his true name. Here in the comfort of his friend's arms, Dezel can say he is safe. Wind seraphim don't usually have homes, but Dezel-- Dezel has always thought of his home in terms of people.
He shivers and tilts his head back, gasps hotly. He isn't sure if the lights are on or off and he doesn't really care at this precise moment. What he wants is more of that. He tilts his hips into the touch, his skin tightening beneath Sorey's tentative touches.]
Nnh-- Sorey, [he huffs insistently, rather than giving him a straight answer.] Do you really have to be such a damn tease?
[He hooks his leg over Sorey's hip and pulls him that much closer. Rather than try to negotiate two sets of limbs in the space between the two of them, he drags his nails up the back of Sorey's thigh instead, all the way to his rear, which gets an appreciative caress. He thinks Sorey doesn't mean to be a tease but that doesn't mean Dezel can't tease him back. The seraph dips his fingers at the apex of Sorey's legs-- specifically so he can massage at the sensitive skin behind his rocks.
Someone had pressed here once, for Dezel, while they were at it. Something about how close it was to the pleasure spot had made him scream like nothing else. He wonders if it might be the same for Sorey.]
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Thankfully, Sorey doesn't need any more persuasion than that. The younger man touches Dezel, gods, he's been waiting so long-- and he comes alive in a way that is not terribly unlike the fervent whispers of his true name. Here in the comfort of his friend's arms, Dezel can say he is safe. Wind seraphim don't usually have homes, but Dezel-- Dezel has always thought of his home in terms of people.
He shivers and tilts his head back, gasps hotly. He isn't sure if the lights are on or off and he doesn't really care at this precise moment. What he wants is more of that. He tilts his hips into the touch, his skin tightening beneath Sorey's tentative touches.]
Nnh-- Sorey, [he huffs insistently, rather than giving him a straight answer.] Do you really have to be such a damn tease?
[He hooks his leg over Sorey's hip and pulls him that much closer. Rather than try to negotiate two sets of limbs in the space between the two of them, he drags his nails up the back of Sorey's thigh instead, all the way to his rear, which gets an appreciative caress. He thinks Sorey doesn't mean to be a tease but that doesn't mean Dezel can't tease him back. The seraph dips his fingers at the apex of Sorey's legs-- specifically so he can massage at the sensitive skin behind his rocks.
Someone had pressed here once, for Dezel, while they were at it. Something about how close it was to the pleasure spot had made him scream like nothing else. He wonders if it might be the same for Sorey.]