[ Yzak responds by letting out a low, encouraging noise back against Blue's mouth, his own lips parting and the small breath he manages to take heavier than the last. The fingertips that run up his chest to his neck and brush at his skin send a warm, shuddering jolt down his spine.
The hand at Blue's back tenses some, and then fingers grip, tug upward, and slip under the fabric to feel his skin. Yzak's looking to enjoy every one of these sensations, for as long and as intently as possible, barely wanting to rush anything. But he can't exactly help the way his hips needily roll forward against him. ]
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The hand at Blue's back tenses some, and then fingers grip, tug upward, and slip under the fabric to feel his skin. Yzak's looking to enjoy every one of these sensations, for as long and as intently as possible, barely wanting to rush anything. But he can't exactly help the way his hips needily roll forward against him. ]