[Sorey is so earnest, so tentative; Dezel fights with everything he has not to shove his hips into that lovely mouth and ruin it all. He doesn't want Sorey to choke, but the effort has him trembling against the sheets. He stammers Sorey's name into the warm dark, runs his fingers through the younger man's hair, begs with everything but words.
His toes curl as he makes a desperate, keening noise that is almost like a whine.]
Nnnnh— [god, the pressing] —yes, th-... there.
[The last time Dezel felt lips around him like this, the world was a different place. There were only birds in the air, and a great library was being built in Ladylake, and he had held that era's Shepherd as a baby. So much has changed. Dezel, too. He can only hope that Sorey thinks it's for the better.]
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His toes curl as he makes a desperate, keening noise that is almost like a whine.]
Nnnnh— [god, the pressing] —yes, th-... there.
[The last time Dezel felt lips around him like this, the world was a different place. There were only birds in the air, and a great library was being built in Ladylake, and he had held that era's Shepherd as a baby. So much has changed. Dezel, too. He can only hope that Sorey thinks it's for the better.]