[ Mirroring him, that hand on his shoulder moves up to cup his face as well. He moves in, nose to nose, staring deep into Blue's eyes. ]
Never doubt something like that ... with me.
[ Someone who groused and complained about mistletoe and how he'd never just so much as kiss someone casually, not if there weren't any serious feelings there. Blue can tell that there's not any shred of doubt within Yzak himself when he assures him of that.
And he's otherwise helpless to that request not to stop, after that. He resumes, harder now in his thrusting, because he wants to show Blue, too, that yes, he wants him this much. That hand moves from his face so Yzak can bury his own into the crook of Blue's neck, the friction and heat from inside him drawing Yzak's breath right out of him. He lets out another thick, throaty sound hot against his skin, barely muffled, because why would Yzak try to be quiet about it? ]
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Never doubt something like that ... with me.
[ Someone who groused and complained about mistletoe and how he'd never just so much as kiss someone casually, not if there weren't any serious feelings there. Blue can tell that there's not any shred of doubt within Yzak himself when he assures him of that.
And he's otherwise helpless to that request not to stop, after that. He resumes, harder now in his thrusting, because he wants to show Blue, too, that yes, he wants him this much. That hand moves from his face so Yzak can bury his own into the crook of Blue's neck, the friction and heat from inside him drawing Yzak's breath right out of him. He lets out another thick, throaty sound hot against his skin, barely muffled, because why would Yzak try to be quiet about it? ]