[Making love isn't always some kind of sordid affair where it's so serious. Maybe if it were up to Dezel it'd be that way, but that's only because he can't crack a joke to save his life. Sorey brings something younger out in him though, gets him to forget just how old he really is. He's twenty ish again and ducking through ruins and being poked and coddled like he's a Windrider and... and he's not, no one even remembers that name, but he's built something similar. He has a family. He's not alone anymore.
He cards his nails through Sorey's hair. He tries to hide his face in Sorey's neck again, his blush so hot that even Dezel can feel it.]
I-I'm not-- [He gasps, then chuckles himself, feeling his awkwardness ebb away.] You've got me beat in that department. I bet-- nnh-- you had those chubby cheeks as a kid, too.
[He wonders what kind of life he would've led if he'd grown up in Elysia instead of following the wind. He can't imagine himself as anyone else. He's a breeze torn and reformed countless times, more inconsistent and unpredictable than water sluicing about a rock. Dezel still doesn't quite know who or what he is, but he knows who he cares about, and that's enough.
He's fine with their pace for now-- it means he can give in and cover Sorey's face in tiny kisses, a harmless form of teasing.]
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Date: 2017-09-06 04:12 am (UTC)He cards his nails through Sorey's hair. He tries to hide his face in Sorey's neck again, his blush so hot that even Dezel can feel it.]
I-I'm not-- [He gasps, then chuckles himself, feeling his awkwardness ebb away.] You've got me beat in that department. I bet-- nnh-- you had those chubby cheeks as a kid, too.
[He wonders what kind of life he would've led if he'd grown up in Elysia instead of following the wind. He can't imagine himself as anyone else. He's a breeze torn and reformed countless times, more inconsistent and unpredictable than water sluicing about a rock. Dezel still doesn't quite know who or what he is, but he knows who he cares about, and that's enough.
He's fine with their pace for now-- it means he can give in and cover Sorey's face in tiny kisses, a harmless form of teasing.]