[ Oh, he's going to die. There's more than just some fluster at their new lodging setup ... though at least there's room enough that they can both fit comfortably without too much of a fuss. He TRIES not to let his stupid awkwardness fluster him too badly, but he can't help it, he's stupid.
He doesn't actually need to rest like Blue does, so when he goes down Yzak does as intended, helping their host Miss Minerva do some cleaning out of appreciation for her hospitality toward the both of them. She fusses about "Betsy" and Yzak ensures her that she's fine, he'll look after her, they'll come visit before they take their leave if they don't come back to stay.
With the new (relieving) food situation, Yzak spends some of his time during the day taking advantage of that. Snake is ... new to deal with, but he can manage and flavor what he gets enough to bring back with him to have around. He's a soldier, so "toughing it" so to speak isn't a big deal for him. As long as he can eat and not have to worry about the well being of the team in that regard anymore. ]
He's still sleeping?
[ When Yzak returns later that evening, he finds Blue still out of it, raising his eyebrows. He really did crash, huh. But they did have a long and stressful night, and Yzak finds when he returns that he's pretty tired himself after it all.
Quietly, Yzak gets changed and ready for bed, to let Blue rest as much as he needs to. He carefully slips in under the covers next to him, feeling his face heat up the tiniest bit despite NOTHING BEING WEIRD ABOUT THIS AT ALL!!! He settles on his back, staring up at the ceiling... hoping that all of these stupid thoughts aren't going to accidentally wake Blue up or something. A glance to him snoozing away on the bed, the soft rise and fall of his chest as he breathes ... and then back up to the ceiling. It's awkward, but ... not terrible, listening to someone else steadily breathing next to him like this in the quiet. No, not just someone else, it's nice that it's Blue.
He doesn't move otherwise, because Blue's not even awake. But once Yzak finally dozes off himself, the subconscious knows what it wants, so it doesn't take long after that for him to roll over in his sleep and seek the other out, arm draping around Blue to pull him close. He tips his head in to nuzzle into his hair.
Yzak's dreams vary, so they're not always bad, not always good. Usually more terrible than wonderful, though, if you compare the more extreme ones. The last few nights though, be it from their close proximity, Yzak's constantly running brain, or maybe both, Blue's been on his mind a lot more. It makes sense, as he's still mentally reeling a bit himself, trying to really grasp these feelings, figure them out, what they mean, what he does from here, where he goes from here. And all of that ... on a time limit. Doubts and whispers to counter those doubts both increasing in volume every time his mind wanders that way. Wanting to reach for more and wondering if doing so will only strengthen that already pretty intense affection ... worried to reach for more, because fear or failure and rejection plague him in every way and if he starts feeling stronger that could be dangerous...
He's pretty taken by Blue, and even before that really clicked for him he was already pretty softly affable with him. The fact that through all of this he's not only reciprocated but even pulled Yzak back when he flinched away, it's drawn him in even more. Because when he thinks of what he really wants when it comes to matters of affection, attraction, romance, all of that, it is something just like this, isn't it? Naturally feeling yourself gravitate toward someone else, nothing forcing you into it, and to have them move toward you as well.
That's why he dreams of Blue tonight. That, and before actually falling asleep he was all that was on his mind, and sometimes that just happens. Dreams also lack some of the infringing that the issues of the real world cause, so in a dream like this there's less to doubt, thus the way Yzak more assuredly puts his fingers through Blue's hair as he leans in to kiss him, confidence high and flustering low as his other hand rests on his hip, pulling him close.
...
Yzak in his own dreams (when they're not lucid) thinks he's a lot more suave and romantic and cool than he is in real life. ]
[wherever the Mu's subconscious was before doesn't matter, because Yzak pulls him here with ease. still-dreaming Blue was wondering on things not dissimilar to Yzak and then some: what does it mean to reciprocate? what could he offer? reflecting on those soft kisses, on the echoes of others' passion...the pathway is already set and easily followed, bringing him to this space so seamlessly as though the dream were still uniquely his.
after all, he does want Yzak to do exactly this: to not hesitate to draw him in, to touch him, kiss him. Blue, haler than he is in the waking world, leans in without any hesitation himself, winding an arm around Yzak's shoulders while his other hand rests over his heart.
he withdraws to fix dewy, vibrant red eyes at him, face warm and expression soft.]
Will you show me? What will make you happy. With me. [he wants to know, waking or sleeping.]
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[ He keeps his hold on Blue tight even when he withdraws some, gazing right back into his eyes, parts of his subconscious already taking the slightest note of how the frame of his body feels here, the way he carries himself, the way he looks so much healthier. Not that those things matter to Yzak either way when awake (outside of the, concerning ways, you know).
At the question, the thumb of Yzak's hand lightly moves against the softness of his hair. ]
... Just this alone is doing that already.
[ At the end of the day, simple affection, the knowledge that he's wanted usually does the trick to make him happy. He's pretty easy like that. This being a dream doesn't exclude Blue from feeling those things, too, hearing his thoughts. But even though what he speaks outloud to Blue is true, he considers what else could, would also make him happy. With him.
There's emotional contentment there. Physical? Mostly. Blue's arm around him and the palm on his chest feel great, but his heart beats just the slightest bit faster the longer they're there, a want for more than just this bubbling up inside of him. The hand on his hip slides around to the small of his back, fingers splaying, pressing, bringing him closer still. ]
But asking that, you'd better show me the same...!
[ He tips his head in again to catch his lips in another brief kiss. ]
[Blue's lips curve up against the kiss before he sighs into it. even in dreaming, the want to know more, to understand and connect is strong, so he embraces that contentment just as much as the form holding him.
the answer to that demand to "show the same" comes through in the way Blue presses closer, enjoying the tickle of intention which comes through from the hand on his back, the familiar tingle of fingers in his hair.
more.
the hand at Yzak's heart glides up to his neck, tilting to stroke and curve around with delicate fingers while Blue's mouth parts and dares to lick at Yzak's lips the way he remembers Jim doing. it had taken the wind out of him then, but there's no fainting here.]
[ 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. ]
[a lover's kiss... it's something Blue only has peripheral understanding of - the vibrations of the emotions without the physicality lingers. he lacks the totality, but the intermingling of their shared desires fills in the gaps quite nicely - all the breathless delight without any of the inconveniences of not knowing what happens next. so when Yzak's hand moves to find bare skin, that intention yields the understanding, and Blue in turn can enjoy the caress, and in the waking world he aches not in pain, but in pleasure.
everything feels warmer then, and Blue longs to indulge in it more. echoes of their real kisses inform the pleasing tingle of their lips, and their tongues meeting translates to Blue as acceptance and need. right now it feels real, and Blue's not lucid enough to think otherwise, so he doesn't question it at all. doesn't question whatever it is Yzak even sends his hand roaming under! is it that blouse he found Blue enticing in? something else? doesn't matter.
doesn't matter that when Blue arches his back in response to that grind, it's now from laying down. when did they get there? how long ago? also doesn't matter. his own fingers thread through Yzak's fine, thin hair, glide along the impression of muscle and bone concealed by fabric, curl a little when his hips roll again and elicit that shuddering response. it's good. all of it. and how it's come to be doesn't matter.]
[ You know what, fuck it, it 100% is the blouse as right now, many images in Yzak's mind are informed by things of recent, like that first kiss beneath the moonlight, and even now when Blue pushes up against him in bed, it's their new inn as staring at that ceiling before falling asleep and the thoughts racing through his head are still so vivid. It's going to be a bit jarring to wake up in the same place later.
(and honestly right now, Yzak would find anything Blue in enticing, so long as he gets to get it off of him)
Yzak knows how this works, knows what he wants here, he lacks only a little less totality compared to Blue, because what he lacks is his own actual experience with it. But in the same vein, it's the weaving together of their subconsciousnesses that makes it easier. He's already aroused so when Blue moves against him a second time, it draws a low, moan against his mouth, leaving him breathless. His hand moves up his back under the blouse, fingers start to drag lightly up his spine-
And then he pulls back, urging Blue to move with him so he can get it off properly. ]
[there's no ache or weariness in his limbs to stop him, so Blue easily sits up, as though that glide up his spine was the sorcery which did it. he hums a soft, affirmative, unbuttoning the blouse with a care and deftness he wouldn't be able to match anywhere else. the fabric slips off his shoulders, leaving him bare, skin pale, but flush with warmth despite it. being seen like this makes Blue's heart flutter, practically leap to his throat, and when is arms are free of the sleeves, he reaches out to Yzak's own vestments.]
[ When Blue moves to do that, he's close enough to reach out and help him along, hands running down bare shoulders and arms somewhat impatiently to get the shirt off completely and toss it aside. One hand lingers over Blue's own as Yzak swallows hard, staring at him for a moment before he moves on. A few thoughts pass through his mind - how would he even describe the way he looks to him? Beautiful. Fuckin hot. Ethereal. All of those at once, somehow. Attraction like this still feels so new to Yzak, someone who would always just look, note, shrug and move on, disallowing for more than just that. Even here he can't help his face from heating up at the view, taking in every inch, every little curve of him. But despite it and the longing ache Yzak feels alongside it, he nods back at Blue with a short catch of his breath. ]
Yeah...
[ He then makes quick work of what he has on, too; first unbuttoning and peeling off his vest, and then working on the dress shirt underneath it. Much like Blue, he's pretty pale (couple of pasty ass light haired space men), body frame average, both trained and fit like one would expect a soldier's to be. Muscle nicked with small marks here and there. Nothing that should be surprising on someone who's fought in two wars. He does have a pretty large burn scar on the back of his left upper arm (with a small, matching splotch of one over that collarbone). Yzak likewise feels a flutter in his chest - excitement and the slightest bit of a chill that only the warmth of Blue's own body can relieve. ]
[Blue's used to the vulnerabilities of an open mind and heart, but physical vulnerability and trust to this extent is different. while Yzak's admiration doesn't stay his hands, it does make his heart skip a beat to be observed in such a way; it's only ever been a means for solving problems, something medical, not this.
from a skip to an ache, his heart's got a lot of ground to cover as Blue takes in the abrasions on Yzak's skin; he tenderly touches at the blemishing scar at his collarbone. warriors where he's from...they wear their scars on their bodies far more than Mu do.
he's lucky to see this, he realizes; lucky Yzak wants to be this vulnerable with him, that he...wants him. the sentiment reverberates through Blue, who draws in to stave away the shiver under Yzak's skin, only to be taken by one of his own - not of chill, but the thrill of contact. pressing in chest to chest, heartbeat to heartbeat, steals Blue's breath for a moment.]
[ Both of his arms quickly slide around Blue when he presses close to reclaim that warmth, tight, needful, but careful - even though he's fine here, physically able here, Yzak's subconscious is still wired to take some care.
He leans, back against the wall and pulling Blue with him into his lap. Yzak gazes up into his eyes as one hand slips down his back again, fingers flexing and nails lightly dragging along skin when he moves. A couple slip under the waist of his slacks, because after his aid the other day, he doesn't want to deal with the fastens of that dress again (lowkey into it as he was). Fingertips follow the edge of the waistband, seeking affirmation when he reaches and starts to unbutton the front. ]
Tell me? [ He asks outloud, and then tips his chin up to kiss just under his jawline. ] What you're thinking right now. [ He knows Blue can sense every thought coming from him (which is now really focused on getting those pants off), so in turn he seeks that even ground again. ]
[Blue sighs, tilting his head to give Yzak better access to his jaw and neck. fortunately, fumbling and finicky facets of clothing don't matter when everything here is about gratification and indulgence; even the stray catch of Yzak's nails against his skin isn't uncomfortable the way it might be usually. that said, there won't be much to fight with when that time comes.]
Right now...? [he breathes out a laugh. how can he think in a moment like this?
but that's not true--] Right now... I'm thinking of you. [he dips his head to nudge Yzak's temple with his own so he can catch his mouth again.] How nice this feels... How much I want to feel with you...
[he pulls away so Yzak can get those clothes off, breath held, face flush, mouth still parted from where they'd last connected.]
[ 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. ]
[Blue's stomach flutters upon being touched with such intention. his breath hitches and eyes flutter when Yzak gets his fingers around him, the signals sent to him new - and strong. he sighs out shakily, face flushing anew, a little taken aback by the way he sounds; it's not a tone he's familiar with taking, obviously.
he flashes a breathless smile, the realization of the appeal of all those second-hand thoughts he'd been subject to in Ximilia hitting. aroused? yes, yes definitely, here and elsewhere; he whimpers a little in his sleep.]
Even a little touch...with that kind of intention... [he shivers a little.] It does so much, all over.
[ Yzak's also taken aback hearing the sounds he elicits. He's pleased, mouth quirking into a small smile because the way Blue flushes and sighs, the way he reacts are both so softly adorable and incredibly irresistible. He's already - has long been turned on, and this just sends another warm, shuddering pulse through his own body right down to his groin. He shifts slightly to offset it as much as he can stand, and to better keep his hand around Blue's cock because if one small touch does that much for him ... he wants to see more. He leans to gently touch his forehead to Blue's, a deep little sound of agreement escaping his throat. ]
It does. Let me know, too. What feels best for you.
[ Yzak doesn't assume he'll have to adjust too much based on this reaction alone. But while he technically knows his way around a dick, that only applies to his own and what feels best for him. And that might not work for Blue! So huffing out an excited breath and anticipation of what he'll draw out next, he strokes at him again, curious and slow and focused. ]
[if pleasing Blue is what Yzak wants here, it's what he gets to do. Blue's moans a soft, pleasured note as nerves send those feelings throughout, and for a few strokes there, he's at a loss for what he can even do. his head dips against Yzak's shoulder, sighing out hot little breaths while he's steadily worked over, hands roaming, unable to keep still in the midst of it, feeling around Yzak before coming at rest on his neck, his shoulder.
while peppering his neck with breathy kisses, whimpering as he's being coaxed to the brink:] All over...you make me feel wonderful all over, Yzak...
[ He doesn't even know how to properly respond to what Blue conveys. "Good" sounds too simple, anything more feels like too much right now, especially when he'd rather focus on the sounds the other is making. Blue will be able to feel the satisfaction he does when he hears that, though. Because he's made him feel wonderful himself over these last few weeks, from simple conversations about the mission and the support they've given each other, to the gentle way he'd take his hand and squeeze it, trying to encourage or assure him...
Blue's roaming hands send sparks of excitement all over his skin, and Yzak is amused that he can't seem to keep still, that he's enjoying it this much. That he can give this to him, that Blue wants him to. The lips on his neck get him to tilt his head, other hand wandering to the base of the back of Blue's neck and fingers sliding upwards into his hair, coaxing him for more of that.
Every moan that hits his ears sends a rumble of excitement through his body, encouraging Yzak to keep the pace up. With every single stroke, every touch, his senses are all focused on Blue and how he responds to each little change in speed or movement of his hand. Seeing what seems to cause him to shudder just that tiny bit harder, take that little extra trace of his breath away, because he wants to know, wants to remember, wants to give Blue the same release he himself is longing for. ]
[as he gets closer to orgasm, Blue's body tenses, hips rolling up to meet Yzak's hand, pleasured urgency in his panting. he goes warm all over, radiating that raw need that's capped off by his coming. he gasps Yzak's name when he does, unconsciously taking on echoes of Yzak's own private moments of climax to dictate that sensation.
he sighs out a whimper against Yzak's neck as he rides it out and stills, save for the tremble that's left behind; it's a weakness that isn't borne of age or frailty, just...satisfaction.]
[ Ah. This way of experiencing such a thing, bringing someone else other than himself to this sort of climax is ... a lot. Powerful, delightful and intimate. Special in a way that for a moment he forgets about his own urges and needs, simply content with the feeling of Blue's body pressed up resting against him and feeling the rapid beating of his heart as he calms. Slowly he pulls his hand away, feeling some of that warm stickiness on his fingers and arm. The fingers tangled in his hair curl gently, and Yzak tips his head down. ]
Blue...
[ He whispers into his hair, pressing a light kiss there. ]
I take it you liked that. [ There's a hint of a self-satisfied, amused edge to the thought as his lips curl upward. Because he did this. ]
[ Really, the rush he feels when he gets a sense of accomplishment for anything feels great. So this? Feels amazing. And dreams lack nearly all of the shame and awkwardness he'd usually have, that awaits him for when he wakes up.
Still, when Blue says those things, embraces him, he feels that hand warm on his chest, his honesty still has this impact on Yzak, who's honest himself but still working on it in this manner.
I ... knew about it. But I've never felt it like this before, either.
...
[ And he hasn't even felt it all. He still wants more. The hand in his hair slips to one side of his head, tipping it back just enough so he can stare into his eyes, silent for a moment before he just leans in to kiss him again. ]
[Blue accepts Yzak's longing, his earnest consolation in having done right by him, his own eyes dewy with a euphoric contentment, quite drunk on the energy of this moment in a way. he indulges in a deeper, longer kiss, fingers splaying on Yzak's chest.
in the midst of those kisses:] I want you...to have this feeling... If I can give it...take it from me. Please.
[ He lets himself join in that indulgence for a few moments, eyes fluttering closed and covering Blue's hand with his own, mirroring that splay of fingers. Truly, sitting like this, kissing like this is just as, if not better to him than anything sexual.
Take it from me.
But Blue had to put it like that, didn't he. And it's not like it's a matter of choice here, Blue is giving him the best of both of these things.
He opens his eyes again, fingers curling around Blue's hand that can feel the way his heart starts to pound at the offer. And he doesn't want to move it away, but the way that ache comes back to hit him again is too much to stand any longer. Yzak shifts, gently nudging and urging Blue to move along with him so he can ease him onto his back. He follows, hovering over him to press another firm kiss to his lips. ]
[were this not the convenience of a dream, Blue would likely be beyond exhausted and overwhelmed at this point. here is different though, and Yzak's needs and expectation informs his own, and it's nothing to question or fear.
it's easy to settle back, tickled by fresh feeling and a sympathy ache for Yzak's yearning. all that satisfaction and warmth...he wants Yzak to have it. he sighs into the kiss as he unwinds his arm from Yzak's waist, hands gliding down his sides to his hips, stayed by the tremor of need that's focused there.
the next time their mouths part, Yzak will find a warm and wanting expression looking back up at him, bangs disheveled over a flushed face wearing a dreamy little smile.]
[ That's an image that will linger with him in waking. Yzak stares back down at him, a softness in his blue eyes already hazy with desire. A hand lifts to brush some of those bangs out of Blue's face, backs of his fingers caressing down his cheek. He's... ]
... beautiful...
[ Yzak doesn't even seem to register the way that thought comes out it escapes so naturally. And he can't help himself but to duck his head and kiss Blue yet again in response to that look, brief but deep, passionate.
His hips gently sway against the feeling of Blue's hands on them, and then he pulls back just enough because his own pants are still on and he can't have that. Yzak reaches down to make quick work and undo them. And... dreams can provide the lack of waiting because ever impatient, he wants to be inside Blue so badly. But wanting to experience every touch, emotion, reaction from him, patience barely wins that one so instead what's provided is lube. Impatience is still powerful enough, though, so Yzak still moves quickly, slipping a hand under one of Blue's knees and bringing it up, sliding it over skin and up the back of his thigh. While he does that he hovers, watching Blue's face intently. ]
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[ Oh, he's going to die. There's more than just some fluster at their new lodging setup ... though at least there's room enough that they can both fit comfortably without too much of a fuss. He TRIES not to let his stupid awkwardness fluster him too badly, but he can't help it, he's stupid.
He doesn't actually need to rest like Blue does, so when he goes down Yzak does as intended, helping their host Miss Minerva do some cleaning out of appreciation for her hospitality toward the both of them. She fusses about "Betsy" and Yzak ensures her that she's fine, he'll look after her, they'll come visit before they take their leave if they don't come back to stay.
With the new (relieving) food situation, Yzak spends some of his time during the day taking advantage of that. Snake is ... new to deal with, but he can manage and flavor what he gets enough to bring back with him to have around. He's a soldier, so "toughing it" so to speak isn't a big deal for him. As long as he can eat and not have to worry about the well being of the team in that regard anymore. ]
He's still sleeping?
[ When Yzak returns later that evening, he finds Blue still out of it, raising his eyebrows. He really did crash, huh. But they did have a long and stressful night, and Yzak finds when he returns that he's pretty tired himself after it all.
Quietly, Yzak gets changed and ready for bed, to let Blue rest as much as he needs to. He carefully slips in under the covers next to him, feeling his face heat up the tiniest bit despite NOTHING BEING WEIRD ABOUT THIS AT ALL!!! He settles on his back, staring up at the ceiling... hoping that all of these stupid thoughts aren't going to accidentally wake Blue up or something. A glance to him snoozing away on the bed, the soft rise and fall of his chest as he breathes ... and then back up to the ceiling. It's awkward, but ... not terrible, listening to someone else steadily breathing next to him like this in the quiet. No, not just someone else, it's nice that it's Blue.
He doesn't move otherwise, because Blue's not even awake. But once Yzak finally dozes off himself, the subconscious knows what it wants, so it doesn't take long after that for him to roll over in his sleep and seek the other out, arm draping around Blue to pull him close. He tips his head in to nuzzle into his hair.
Yzak's dreams vary, so they're not always bad, not always good. Usually more terrible than wonderful, though, if you compare the more extreme ones. The last few nights though, be it from their close proximity, Yzak's constantly running brain, or maybe both, Blue's been on his mind a lot more. It makes sense, as he's still mentally reeling a bit himself, trying to really grasp these feelings, figure them out, what they mean, what he does from here, where he goes from here. And all of that ... on a time limit. Doubts and whispers to counter those doubts both increasing in volume every time his mind wanders that way. Wanting to reach for more and wondering if doing so will only strengthen that already pretty intense affection ... worried to reach for more, because fear or failure and rejection plague him in every way and if he starts feeling stronger that could be dangerous...
He's pretty taken by Blue, and even before that really clicked for him he was already pretty softly affable with him. The fact that through all of this he's not only reciprocated but even pulled Yzak back when he flinched away, it's drawn him in even more. Because when he thinks of what he really wants when it comes to matters of affection, attraction, romance, all of that, it is something just like this, isn't it? Naturally feeling yourself gravitate toward someone else, nothing forcing you into it, and to have them move toward you as well.
That's why he dreams of Blue tonight. That, and before actually falling asleep he was all that was on his mind, and sometimes that just happens. Dreams also lack some of the infringing that the issues of the real world cause, so in a dream like this there's less to doubt, thus the way Yzak more assuredly puts his fingers through Blue's hair as he leans in to kiss him, confidence high and flustering low as his other hand rests on his hip, pulling him close.
...
Yzak in his own dreams (when they're not lucid) thinks he's a lot more suave and romantic and cool than he is in real life. ]
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after all, he does want Yzak to do exactly this: to not hesitate to draw him in, to touch him, kiss him. Blue, haler than he is in the waking world, leans in without any hesitation himself, winding an arm around Yzak's shoulders while his other hand rests over his heart.
he withdraws to fix dewy, vibrant red eyes at him, face warm and expression soft.]
Will you show me? What will make you happy. With me. [he wants to know, waking or sleeping.]
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At the question, the thumb of Yzak's hand lightly moves against the softness of his hair. ]
... Just this alone is doing that already.
[ At the end of the day, simple affection, the knowledge that he's wanted usually does the trick to make him happy. He's pretty easy like that. This being a dream doesn't exclude Blue from feeling those things, too, hearing his thoughts. But even though what he speaks outloud to Blue is true, he considers what else could, would also make him happy. With him.
There's emotional contentment there. Physical? Mostly. Blue's arm around him and the palm on his chest feel great, but his heart beats just the slightest bit faster the longer they're there, a want for more than just this bubbling up inside of him. The hand on his hip slides around to the small of his back, fingers splaying, pressing, bringing him closer still. ]
But asking that, you'd better show me the same...!
[ He tips his head in again to catch his lips in another brief kiss. ]
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the answer to that demand to "show the same" comes through in the way Blue presses closer, enjoying the tickle of intention which comes through from the hand on his back, the familiar tingle of fingers in his hair.
more.
the hand at Yzak's heart glides up to his neck, tilting to stroke and curve around with delicate fingers while Blue's mouth parts and dares to lick at Yzak's lips the way he remembers Jim doing. it had taken the wind out of him then, but there's no fainting here.]
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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. ]
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everything feels warmer then, and Blue longs to indulge in it more. echoes of their real kisses inform the pleasing tingle of their lips, and their tongues meeting translates to Blue as acceptance and need. right now it feels real, and Blue's not lucid enough to think otherwise, so he doesn't question it at all. doesn't question whatever it is Yzak even sends his hand roaming under! is it that blouse he found Blue enticing in? something else? doesn't matter.
doesn't matter that when Blue arches his back in response to that grind, it's now from laying down. when did they get there? how long ago? also doesn't matter. his own fingers thread through Yzak's fine, thin hair, glide along the impression of muscle and bone concealed by fabric, curl a little when his hips roll again and elicit that shuddering response. it's good. all of it. and how it's come to be doesn't matter.]
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(and honestly right now, Yzak would find anything Blue in enticing, so long as he gets to get it off of him)
Yzak knows how this works, knows what he wants here, he lacks only a little less totality compared to Blue, because what he lacks is his own actual experience with it. But in the same vein, it's the weaving together of their subconsciousnesses that makes it easier. He's already aroused so when Blue moves against him a second time, it draws a low, moan against his mouth, leaving him breathless. His hand moves up his back under the blouse, fingers start to drag lightly up his spine-
And then he pulls back, urging Blue to move with him so he can get it off properly. ]
Help me out with this?
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You, too...
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Yeah...
[ He then makes quick work of what he has on, too; first unbuttoning and peeling off his vest, and then working on the dress shirt underneath it. Much like Blue, he's pretty pale (couple of pasty ass light haired space men), body frame average, both trained and fit like one would expect a soldier's to be. Muscle nicked with small marks here and there. Nothing that should be surprising on someone who's fought in two wars. He does have a pretty large burn scar on the back of his left upper arm (with a small, matching splotch of one over that collarbone). Yzak likewise feels a flutter in his chest - excitement and the slightest bit of a chill that only the warmth of Blue's own body can relieve. ]
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from a skip to an ache, his heart's got a lot of ground to cover as Blue takes in the abrasions on Yzak's skin; he tenderly touches at the blemishing scar at his collarbone. warriors where he's from...they wear their scars on their bodies far more than Mu do.
he's lucky to see this, he realizes; lucky Yzak wants to be this vulnerable with him, that he...wants him. the sentiment reverberates through Blue, who draws in to stave away the shiver under Yzak's skin, only to be taken by one of his own - not of chill, but the thrill of contact. pressing in chest to chest, heartbeat to heartbeat, steals Blue's breath for a moment.]
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He leans, back against the wall and pulling Blue with him into his lap. Yzak gazes up into his eyes as one hand slips down his back again, fingers flexing and nails lightly dragging along skin when he moves. A couple slip under the waist of his slacks, because after his aid the other day, he doesn't want to deal with the fastens of that dress again (lowkey into it as he was). Fingertips follow the edge of the waistband, seeking affirmation when he reaches and starts to unbutton the front. ]
Tell me? [ He asks outloud, and then tips his chin up to kiss just under his jawline. ] What you're thinking right now. [ He knows Blue can sense every thought coming from him (which is now really focused on getting those pants off), so in turn he seeks that even ground again. ]
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Right now...? [he breathes out a laugh. how can he think in a moment like this?
but that's not true--] Right now... I'm thinking of you. [he dips his head to nudge Yzak's temple with his own so he can catch his mouth again.] How nice this feels... How much I want to feel with you...
[he pulls away so Yzak can get those clothes off, breath held, face flush, mouth still parted from where they'd last connected.]
How much...I want you, 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. ]
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he flashes a breathless smile, the realization of the appeal of all those second-hand thoughts he'd been subject to in Ximilia hitting. aroused? yes, yes definitely, here and elsewhere; he whimpers a little in his sleep.]
Even a little touch...with that kind of intention... [he shivers a little.] It does so much, all over.
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It does. Let me know, too. What feels best for you.
[ Yzak doesn't assume he'll have to adjust too much based on this reaction alone. But while he technically knows his way around a dick, that only applies to his own and what feels best for him. And that might not work for Blue! So huffing out an excited breath and anticipation of what he'll draw out next, he strokes at him again, curious and slow and focused. ]
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while peppering his neck with breathy kisses, whimpering as he's being coaxed to the brink:] All over...you make me feel wonderful all over, Yzak...
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Blue's roaming hands send sparks of excitement all over his skin, and Yzak is amused that he can't seem to keep still, that he's enjoying it this much. That he can give this to him, that Blue wants him to. The lips on his neck get him to tilt his head, other hand wandering to the base of the back of Blue's neck and fingers sliding upwards into his hair, coaxing him for more of that.
Every moan that hits his ears sends a rumble of excitement through his body, encouraging Yzak to keep the pace up. With every single stroke, every touch, his senses are all focused on Blue and how he responds to each little change in speed or movement of his hand. Seeing what seems to cause him to shudder just that tiny bit harder, take that little extra trace of his breath away, because he wants to know, wants to remember, wants to give Blue the same release he himself is longing for. ]
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he sighs out a whimper against Yzak's neck as he rides it out and stills, save for the tremble that's left behind; it's a weakness that isn't borne of age or frailty, just...satisfaction.]
So...warm...good...
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Blue...
[ He whispers into his hair, pressing a light kiss there. ]
I take it you liked that. [ There's a hint of a self-satisfied, amused edge to the thought as his lips curl upward. Because he did this. ]
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he exhales in a steadier sigh, winding an arm around Yzak's waist.]
No one's made me feel like that before... Like this...
[the other hand settles on Yzak's chest.]
I never...knew this language of connection... Not like this.
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Still, when Blue says those things, embraces him, he feels that hand warm on his chest, his honesty still has this impact on Yzak, who's honest himself but still working on it in this manner.
I ... knew about it. But I've never felt it like this before, either.
...
[ And he hasn't even felt it all. He still wants more. The hand in his hair slips to one side of his head, tipping it back just enough so he can stare into his eyes, silent for a moment before he just leans in to kiss him again. ]
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in the midst of those kisses:] I want you...to have this feeling... If I can give it...take it from me. Please.
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Take it from me.
But Blue had to put it like that, didn't he. And it's not like it's a matter of choice here, Blue is giving him the best of both of these things.
He opens his eyes again, fingers curling around Blue's hand that can feel the way his heart starts to pound at the offer. And he doesn't want to move it away, but the way that ache comes back to hit him again is too much to stand any longer. Yzak shifts, gently nudging and urging Blue to move along with him so he can ease him onto his back. He follows, hovering over him to press another firm kiss to his lips. ]
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it's easy to settle back, tickled by fresh feeling and a sympathy ache for Yzak's yearning. all that satisfaction and warmth...he wants Yzak to have it. he sighs into the kiss as he unwinds his arm from Yzak's waist, hands gliding down his sides to his hips, stayed by the tremor of need that's focused there.
the next time their mouths part, Yzak will find a warm and wanting expression looking back up at him, bangs disheveled over a flushed face wearing a dreamy little smile.]
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... beautiful...
[ Yzak doesn't even seem to register the way that thought comes out it escapes so naturally. And he can't help himself but to duck his head and kiss Blue yet again in response to that look, brief but deep, passionate.
His hips gently sway against the feeling of Blue's hands on them, and then he pulls back just enough because his own pants are still on and he can't have that. Yzak reaches down to make quick work and undo them. And... dreams can provide the lack of waiting because ever impatient, he wants to be inside Blue so badly. But wanting to experience every touch, emotion, reaction from him, patience barely wins that one so instead what's provided is lube. Impatience is still powerful enough, though, so Yzak still moves quickly, slipping a hand under one of Blue's knees and bringing it up, sliding it over skin and up the back of his thigh. While he does that he hovers, watching Blue's face intently. ]
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