[he gets a soft affirmative in the midst of a little, shuddering breath. it's an unfamiliar act wrapped up in familiar feelings, strange to encounter but welcome to embrace. one of his idle hands moves to the back of Yzak's head, to thread through his hair again while kissing him, gradually relaxing through the work of Yzak's fingers.
it's okay. it's better than that, being able to sate Yzak's needs like this. it's...
it's a dream, isn't it? lucidity starts to settle in, the awareness of himself, and how...something like this...
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it's okay. it's better than that, being able to sate Yzak's needs like this. it's...
it's a dream, isn't it? lucidity starts to settle in, the awareness of himself, and how...something like this...
is it even possible anymore?]