[ 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. ]
[Blue sighs shakily, sinking against the bedding, shifting to accommodate Yzak's guiding hand, his own falling away to rest palm-up near his head. all he has to go on is Yzak's own hopes, and those are easy to follow when he's so willing to.]
Whatever you want from me...whatever you need, Yzak. I want you to have it. If it makes you happy, feel good...
[ Those words urge him on, and impatient as he is, he's still careful, focused, being as considerate to Blue as he can. As turned on and eager as he is, what Yzak also is inside is a romantic little softy that likewise wants to do right by Blue, both here and on the outside. His hand can't help but grope needily when that hand glides higher over his ass, a low groan vibrating in Yzak's throat. Coating his erection as well as his fingers, he slips one in, quick but mindful, leaning down close to Blue's face. ]
Is it okay?
[ He's flushed, looking for that assurance to continue, which he'll do with fervor. He tips his head in to kiss the side of Blue's mouth as his fingers work, breathlessly sighing against it. ]
[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...
[ He's not the only one who's going to wonder that, honestly.
But not right now, because this is now, and when Yzak hears that affirmative little breath come from Blue, he's removing fingers and shifting his hips. He breaks the kiss for the couple of beats it takes to reach down and take his dick, slowly sliding it into Blue. And as he leans back in to kiss him again, he muffles a desperately heavy groan against his lips.
He feels the spread of satisfaction run across his whole body then, so when Blue's fingers comb into his hair it sends a jolt of heat down the back of his neck; he shivers, hairs standing on end. ]
[Blue holds his breath, taking in both Yzak and the bracing feeling that comes with it. his face flushes anew, body warming up again for him. equating discomfort to pleasure isn't something Blue's been able to do before, but the understanding is here now.
despite breathing out in a whimper, the fingers that had clenched in Yzak's hair relax, the rest of him following as he adjusts to Yzak's girth. the lengths...at which people seek to connect...to be close...it's a little overwhelming, even in this space; Blue may not be as guarded in his thoughts, but with his growing discontent with his own body, it's something strange to feel it be desired so much - this much.
that confusion bubbles up in a faint whisper:] You really...want someone like me...like this...?
[ He braces himself with one hand next to Blue's head on the bed as he moves, slowly at first, pulling his hips back and then snapping them forward again. Ironically at the subject at hand here, the subconscious is still careful in the way where it's aware of Blue's physical condition, as well as the fact that he's a Coordinator. So there's some restraint to his movements. Not enough that every thrust doesn't send flashes of heat through his body, because it already feels so good.
His other hand rests on Blue's shoulder and he pulls in a breath, pausing and staring down at him when he asks that. ]
That - I'd have assumed that was obvious by now...
[ 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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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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Whatever you want from me...whatever you need, Yzak. I want you to have it. If it makes you happy, feel good...
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Is it okay?
[ He's flushed, looking for that assurance to continue, which he'll do with fervor. He tips his head in to kiss the side of Blue's mouth as his fingers work, breathlessly sighing against it. ]
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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?]
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But not right now, because this is now, and when Yzak hears that affirmative little breath come from Blue, he's removing fingers and shifting his hips. He breaks the kiss for the couple of beats it takes to reach down and take his dick, slowly sliding it into Blue. And as he leans back in to kiss him again, he muffles a desperately heavy groan against his lips.
He feels the spread of satisfaction run across his whole body then, so when Blue's fingers comb into his hair it sends a jolt of heat down the back of his neck; he shivers, hairs standing on end. ]
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[Blue holds his breath, taking in both Yzak and the bracing feeling that comes with it. his face flushes anew, body warming up again for him. equating discomfort to pleasure isn't something Blue's been able to do before, but the understanding is here now.
despite breathing out in a whimper, the fingers that had clenched in Yzak's hair relax, the rest of him following as he adjusts to Yzak's girth. the lengths...at which people seek to connect...to be close...it's a little overwhelming, even in this space; Blue may not be as guarded in his thoughts, but with his growing discontent with his own body, it's something strange to feel it be desired so much - this much.
that confusion bubbles up in a faint whisper:] You really...want someone like me...like this...?
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His other hand rests on Blue's shoulder and he pulls in a breath, pausing and staring down at him when he asks that. ]
That - I'd have assumed that was obvious by now...
[ Why wouldn't he? ]
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[he draws in a steadying breath, bringing his hand from Yzak's hair to his cheek, tender, affectionate.]
Thank you. Don't stop.
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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? ]
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