[Dezel clutches at the futon as he's taken again, and it's almost insane how good it feels. At first, Sorey's name comes out as a hiss between sharp teeth-- but the second time, it's a very real and very rough cry.
There isn't much he can do like this, but he does what he can. He reaches behind his shoulder to wind his fingers into Sorey's hair and tug. When Sorey pulls back that little bit so he can thrust again, Dezel makes sure he's tight, as if the seraph doesn't want him to leave again.]
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There isn't much he can do like this, but he does what he can. He reaches behind his shoulder to wind his fingers into Sorey's hair and tug. When Sorey pulls back that little bit so he can thrust again, Dezel makes sure he's tight, as if the seraph doesn't want him to leave again.]