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[monolike]

[The first thing Sorey thinks as he falls is what Lailah said as they left Camlann; that without his domain, all of them would instantly be hellions. The ground collapses beneath his feet, the wind drake behind him snaps up his cloak in its jaws and he sees the terror on Mikleo's face just before Symonne's laughter shrieks out and he and the drake fall together.

If they're too far away from me-

He can still feel their connection. He can still feel them, even if they can't go to him, and Sorey prays that's enough.

Wind rushes past them and Sorey tries to wrench out of the drake's grip (It's gotta be a wind seraph, Zaveid had shouted as they were thrown into the thick of battle in the tight corridors of the fortress), twisting and turning, sword in his hand. They'd weakened the drake considerably as a team but he's not sure he's powerful enough on his own to purify it, not even with all the strength he's gathered. Not without the others.

Hopefully, because Rose is there, they'll be okay. Please, please, I can't lose anyone else-

They fall far but hit a collapsed spire at an angle; in the mess the drake releases Sorey (or maybe his cloak tears, he can't tell) and he tumbles, bumps against it and hits the ground hard enough to rattle his teeth in his head and jar his bones. He pushes himself up, ignoring the bruises and aches, the constant, thumping worry of his heart and puts his sword between he and the drake as it sways up to its feet.]

Don't worry, [he promises the poor thing, because thank god, thank god it's not a dragon yet. There's still hope.] I'm going to save you. Don't worry, it'll be over soon.

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[sylphystia]

[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.]

[monolike]

[Sorey's honestly not entirely sure how far he's going to go with it, just that he knows he wants it here and within reach because Dezel is just-] You're so beautiful, [Sorey whispers, kissing him again, ducks to kiss at his throat, at the way his adam's apple bobs when he swallows. Dezel is so intoxicatingly beautiful, Sorey's never felt so hungry like this before. It would scare him if he wasn't so eager for more.

He practically has to peel himself away from Dezel, ducking back in for more kisses more than once before finally hurrying over to the drawer to grab the pouch of gels, dropping it down beside the futon as he descends upon Dezel again, all warm skin and an eager mouth.] I'm so happy, I'm so glad...I really like touching you, I like hearing you, oh, Dezel...

[sylphystia]

[Dezel is so horribly weak to those heated whispers. No one has told him he was beautiful in a very, very long time. He's blind, he doesn't care about appearances. But when Sorey says it... Dezel feels like the younger man can see through him entirely. Sorey has seen every inch of him now, all the shame and the pain and the vengeance, and he accepted it all. Sorey sees him for who he is.

And Sorey still calls him beautiful.

Dezel returns those kisses just as hungrily, tries to sneak them in, and when he can't access Sorey's lips he drags his nails up his spine instead. He wants Sorey, too. He's not unfamiliar with this hunger but he doesn't want to push his partner in a wrong direction.]

S-Sorey, [he stammers, arching into the former Shepherd's burning lips and wanting more, more, please, more.] I don't care how we do it, I just... [He winds his hand into Sorey's hair. Silver-green eyes open halfway, sightless in the dark, but full of intent all the same.]

You make me feel alive. The least I can do is... give that back to you.

[monolike]

[Sorey manages a husky laugh, fumbling for one of those gels. He's so desperate to get inside of Dezel that honestly he's not sure anything other than a resounding no could stop him, but hearing Dezel say that- it's so like him.

Sorey pushes his hair back from his face to see the blush on his cheeks, see the way his eyelashes flutter before leaning down to kiss the corner of his mouth sweetly.] You're so silly. 'The least you can do,' Dezel, like you haven't saved me too.

[With that he breaks open the gel; the sweet scene of apple fills the air as he presses a couple fingers into Dezel to coat his insides, slicking himself up with the leftovers and, ignoring the anxious pounding of his heart, lines himself up before slowly pressing into him.]

[sylphystia]

[Dezel can't very well protest when Sorey touches him like that. The chaste kiss is sweet and soft, almost innocent despite what they're doing. Impossibly, he falls in love with the former Shepherd more.

His breath hitches as he's stretched, sometimes turning to a groan. But he greets Sorey with warm open arms, fastening around his waist, and takes all that he's given.]

Nnh-- d-damn, it's been a while since I did this. Give me a minute.

[He breathes in and out slowly. His own fault for tensing up like that, really. He draws his fingernails up and down Sorey's spine, trying to distract himself and ease any awkwardness.]

I-it's... fine now. You can move.

[He lifts his hips into Sorey and gasps. If Sorey doesn't move soon, Dezel will take matters into his own hands.]

[monolike]

Ohmygosh, [Sorey breathes out, wrapped up in Dezel's arms as he presses his face to his shoulder and trembles. It feels so good, so hot and tight and natural- He had no idea it would be like this, with Dezel cradling him like a warm breeze, at once both sweet-smelling and sharp like the cut of wind before the autumn rain.

As Dezel adjusts Sorey busies himself with kissing up and down his neck, moaning at every shift. And when he finally gets permission to move, when Dezel arches up into him Sorey hangs his head and groans. Oh gosh, he's going to embarrass himself, isn't he?] Oh Dezel, oh Dezel, you feel so amazing...oh goodness, I love you, [and he begins to rock into him, hesitant but full and pressing forward with the urgency of inexperience.]

[sylphystia]

[Thankfully, Sorey doesn't need to be told twice. Dezel isn't used to such compliments and yet Sorey seems full of them. He blushes and breathes out shakily, fingertips working into his lover's shoulders as he remembers what it's like to feel again.

Leave it to Sorey to completely and utterly devastate someone with three words.

Dezel meets him halfway and sends him even deeper, gripping him on the apogee, as if reluctant to let him leave for an instant. Every movement brings out a breathless groan, sometimes a soft cry of Sorey's name.]

Sorey. [Soft, insistent, a little breathy. He'll happily hide his face in Sorey's neck for this next part, thanks. Maybe leave a few kisses while he's here.] Sorey...

[He winds his fingers into the brunet's hair near the roots and pulls just slightly.]

... sap, [he mumbles, but he's smiling and it's in his tone.] I-I love you, too.

[monolike]

H-hahaha, [Sorey nuzzles Dezel's neck at that tug in his hair, keeping the movement between them steady but languid, just to get used to it before he overwhelms them both. Dezel arching up into him is already doing plenty, but more than that he's so taken in by the way he sounds, the way he looks, that this is the same Dezel he met in the Tintagel ruins. No- even before that; and that Dezel was razor-sharp and unforgiving, consumed by his thirst for power and only safe from malevolence due to Rose's purity.

It's not as if Dezel is a different person, but that raw, ragged open wound has scarred over. Now his edges are manageable, now he cuts to save instead of sunder. He's beautiful like this, a bundle of experiences of the darker side of life but shining all the more brightly for it. He clings to hard and he assumes too much and Sorey loves that, loves him, loves all the differences between them and how they bring them together like the two sides of a coin.

...plus he's so, so adorable when he makes that angrily shy face.] -ahahaha, Dezel, [Sorey laughs, his own face red, breath heavy as he moves,] you are really, really cute right now.

[sylphystia]

[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.]

[monolike]

[And also, he's always doing things like this, and though everything feels so good and so hot and visceral, Sorey can't help but be completely and totally charmed by how sweet Dezel is being.] Mmmhh, a-actually- more than just the cheeks. Hah, oh man, I uh, [Sorey lets out another breathy laugh as he tries to gather up his thoughts,] I was a really chubby little kid. Mikleo's fault.

[sylphystia]

[Dezel's having trouble keeping his own thoughts together. He remembers hearing about this, once. It wasn't one of the stories that Mikleo put in his books; it wasn't something that Dezel learned to read with his fingertips. He was always too impatient for that. Even though he knew and he'd eventually learned, he asked Rose's grandchildren to read to him anyway. It helped them learn, too.

No, this was a story that Mikleo told him with a soft and tender voice, as if it might break otherwise.]

Can't blame him, [he huffs.] You were sick a lot-- he told us. But look at you now, you're strong as an bull and stubborn like one too. [He leaves more kisses along Sorey's ear, nipping at the lobe deliberately. He likes the talking but he also wants to know what makes Sorey tick, what'll make him twitch and shudder besides the obvious.] Nnnh, you're-- still cute though.

[monolike]

['Strong as a bull' makes Sorey all happy-shuddery but then Dezel goes and calls him cute so Sorey thrusts a little harder than before.] You c-can't call me cute when I'm inside you...! [Does it again, on PRINCIPLE]

[sylphystia]

[Dezel would gladly keep on arguing, but that punctuated thrust has him crying out with enthusiasm. It's enough to scramble his brain for a minute, that's for sure. He scratches at Sorey's shoulders as he tries to reclaim some semblance of thought and control from the froth of pleasure.]

Don't-- don't tell me what to do, [he mumbles, and squeezes around Sorey deliberately.] Or at least sound more c-convincing.

[He squeezes Sorey's hips with his thighs, shifts his grip from tanned skin to messy brown hair. He tugs a little, then goes back to running his fingers through it.]

Be as pushy as you want. You don't have to hold back.

[IT'S OKAY TO TOP A LITTLE]

[monolike]

Nnh. [Sorey makes a fist in Dezel's hair at that clench, another shiver tripping down his spine before he picks up the pace a little.] Is- is that permission, or a request? [He doesn't know if he wants to get pushy or rough with Dezel, he doesn't know if he'd like it, but if Dezel wants him to? If he can do something Dezel likes? Oh yeah, he would love to do that.

So much of his time as the Shepherd was about control, about controlling his feelings, his aggression. Given that Sorey isn't naturally an aggressive person, it wasn't difficult, but the emphasis that now he had to do it to keep people safe, well, that's a little harder to shake. But he's not the Shepherd anymore. And if Dezel wants it- maybe he can justify it. Maybe he can let himself go, a little bit.]

[sylphystia]

Ah! Ngh, Sorey...

[Being a little impulsive and passionate in bed is a lot different than avoiding disaster. Dezel would never let Sorey fall, especially not after everything that he's done. Dezel himself has been close-- he was a drake, not a dragon, but still close enough to brush with the gaping sea of Heldalf's malevolence. He would be dead or worse if Sorey hadn't purified him then and there.

He's thinking of a different kind of purification right now.]

Neither.

[He drags his nails lightly down the bumps of Sorey's spine to his rear, which gets an appreciative squeeze.]

That's -- ngh -- I'm telling you to do it. You can't hurt me.

[But maybe Sorey needs some motivation. In that case, Dezel's happy to nip all along the ridge of Sorey's ear, even playing with the feathered earcuff using his tongue. That should feel interesting, maybe.]

[monolike]

[Sorey pulls away, pushes back Dezel's bangs again, his forehead sticky with sweat. Dezel's jaw is squared and strong, expression firm even as his cheeks flare red, lips catching on the tips of his teeth.

Sorey scrapes his own teeth over his lips before pushing back and, shuddering, pulling out.] Roll over, [he says, half order and half request, because while they can go slow and nice face-to-face, this way he can get more leverage, or he thinks so anyway. And maybe if he's not so distracted by how beautiful Dezel looks, maybe if Dezel couldn't reach to scrape those amazing teeth over his skin, he can give him what he wants.]

[sylphystia]

[Dezel doesn't care much for the shivery breath he gives when Sorey shifts. He misses the heat immediately, though the half-command has his full attention.

But he's not too far gone to say something. That's one of the charming features of loving Dezel: ya gotta love that mouth.] About time, [he mutters as he flips over. It means he has less skin to clutch at and no way of returning any of Sorey's adorable kisses. He'll live... for the moment.]

[monolike]

Well if you were getting impatient, you could've said, [Sorey scoffs, knowing full well why Dezel didn't say anything. He crowds up behind Dezel and wowwwwwwwww oh gosh, the blush at the nape of his neck is so pretty that he can't resist, ducking his head down to scrape his teeth over the skin as he presses back inside of that inviting warmth, groaning low.]

[sylphystia]

I didn't want to--

[He sucks in a breath at the teeth against his neck and then he drops his thought entirely. He arches against Sorey and gasps his pleasure instead, fingernails digging into the mat and the mussed-up blankets.

Dezel's always been a man of action rather than words. Instead of telling Sorey to screw him senseless, Dezel clenches around him as tight as anything. Gooseflesh appears all the way across his arms and legs, chasing his shudder.]

[monolike]

Ggahhh, Dezel, don't do that if you want me to last...! [Impatient little...

Sorey takes a few deep breaths as he pushes himself up to kneel, adjusting their hips to give him the most leverage before thrusting into Dezel and- geez, he can get pretty deep like this. He presses a little closer and thrusts again, using his advantage with the gravity to try and push a little harder, a little deeper.]

[sylphystia]

[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.]