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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 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.]