[ The way Blue's soft laugh sends a warm tingle through his entire body makes Yzak wonder how he got here. It's... still rough - even like this where it's so much easier to simply indulge and ignore everything else, deep down he's still trying to come to terms with it all. How much he enjoys being near Blue, how much he wants him, how much he likes him... how much every passing moment, every little kiss or touch, be it here or in waking, causes those feelings to grow. How much is he willing to continue to let them grow? Does he have a choice? He didn't exactly plan to reach this far, and yet here he is, where something as simple as a laugh can affect him so much, make him want to hear it again. Make him want to kiss him more, touch him more.
And he does, once the rest of those clothes are off, hand reaching down to flatten a palm over Blue's abdomen. How much...I want you, too... Urged on by that desire, Yzak locks eyes with him, slides the hand down and in between his legs, fingers stretching, gliding, curling over flesh. Is he as roused as Yzak is right now? He regards him intently to see, to hear, to feel how he reacts, not just concerned about his own wants here. He wants Blue to savor these sensations, too. ]
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And he does, once the rest of those clothes are off, hand reaching down to flatten a palm over Blue's abdomen. How much...I want you, too... Urged on by that desire, Yzak locks eyes with him, slides the hand down and in between his legs, fingers stretching, gliding, curling over flesh. Is he as roused as Yzak is right now? He regards him intently to see, to hear, to feel how he reacts, not just concerned about his own wants here. He wants Blue to savor these sensations, too. ]