[Dezel accepts the cuddling readily, uncurls his fingers from the sheets. He wraps his arms around his Shepherd as if that might banish the last fateful inch between them, kisses him sweet and sharp. When that doesn't work he rocks his hips up into his partner instead, clumsy and eager and practically purring his name.
The question makes him pause. He lifts his arm and gestures to a nearby cabinet.]
Y-yeah, there's... prep in the drawer. [He rubs his hand down Sorey's lower back, then the slight curve of his rear.] Thought maybe you were working up to it... [Or that Dezel himself would get impatient before Sorey did, but he's just fine with Sorey's pace as it is.]
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The question makes him pause. He lifts his arm and gestures to a nearby cabinet.]
Y-yeah, there's... prep in the drawer. [He rubs his hand down Sorey's lower back, then the slight curve of his rear.] Thought maybe you were working up to it... [Or that Dezel himself would get impatient before Sorey did, but he's just fine with Sorey's pace as it is.]