[Oh wow, that twitch- that was Dezel, wow, wow. Sorey watches Dezel's face, rapt with attention and wonder, nearly worship, as he strokes his fingers against Dezel, pressing a bit harder and softer, alternating and watching his face. Learning about him, shedding his insecurities in the wake of Dezel's unrelenting devotion.
What would it sound like if Dezel gasped into his mouth? Would it taste like the mountain air? Sorey dips his head down to kiss him and presses his fingers a bit harder to test it.]
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What would it sound like if Dezel gasped into his mouth? Would it taste like the mountain air? Sorey dips his head down to kiss him and presses his fingers a bit harder to test it.]