[ 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? ]
[Blue's panting is peppered with soft whimpers and little moans, soaking in Yzak's heightened passion. the way it becomes something so natural, so instinctive when it's something new to him...it's remarkable, and it feels distinct from when Yzak had made him come. distinct...but still drawing from the same well of attraction and desire. there's so much here to learn, to understand...and more than a few missing pieces of the puzzle fall into place as he feels this figment of his body burning for Yzak's.
each impact sends a jolt of shuddering pleasure, compounded by feeling Yzak's mounting expectation. Blue sinks into these sensations, giving up restraint, vocalizing as he needs to, gripping how he must, and breathing out Yzak's name in the midst of climax.]
[ Every sound Blue gasps out, every grasp he reaches for drives him closer to the edge. Yzak lets out shorter, deeper groans in between planting kisses up Blue's neck, along his jaw just beneath his ear. Each time he pushes himself into Blue, it's harder, more desperate than the last, and as Blue reaches and grips in response to his movements, at one point he reaches back, pinning one of his hands over his head and lacing their fingers together.
All that runs through his mind is how good this feels; the brushes of Blue's hair against his face when he leans in close to him, this tight warmth, the way every little breath he lets out hits his skin and sends a spark of pleasure through him. It's not just the physical that's good, either, but Blue's voice in mind, both encouraging Yzak as well as his own affirmations of satisfaction, that he likes this, that he wants this and with him. (the fact that he seldom dreams like this, but Blue's been on his mind so much lately that it was inevitable)
Yzak trembles when he comes, that delightful heat building up in his body finally getting a powerful release. That hand holding Blue's squeezes, tight and as involuntary as those last couple of hard thrusts into him. He gasps out Blue's name in turn, pressing his face against his neck and heaving out a few short, breathy pants thereafter, enjoying that feeling as that built up delight rolls through and out of him completely. ]
[in the midst of all that, lucidity truly settles in. while getting lost in Yzak as he's lost in him, Blue becomes aware that this? this is a dream. that in sleeping, they had become entangled, drawn together by the resonance of their mutual wants to connect. that fascination for the fiery, human passion had let Blue meld so easily to suit Yzak's needs, and in those needs Blue found some of his own.
his breathing matches pace with Yzak's as the man comes down from his high, their fingers still tightly laced together, the weight of him settling atop him so heavy and secure, that sensation of him still in him...
his other arm wound around Yzak's back shifts so his hand can move up his back and rest between his shoulders, holding him close, wishing for this connection to last, even as his waking heart fears it'll be forgotten. each little kiss he presses to Yzak's forehead is another little hope he can impress the goodness of now into the man's guarded, doubtful heart.]
[ It takes a couple of moments to catch his breath, let his heart settle, Blue's arm around him and the soft press of lips to his forehead keeping Yzak grounded in the moment. He shifts ever so slightly to pull out of Blue and more comfortably press his body to his, squeezing his hand in a content response to those kisses and tilting his head into it. ]
... as if I'd forget.
[ He murmurs back with that tone of assurance he's always so good at putting forward. Because it's the sort that he actually feels assured about. How could he not remember something like this? Something so nice ... with someone like him ... with these feelings that only keep growing.
Shifting once more so he can nuzzle gently into Blue's hair, Yzak's eyes drift shut as he inhales deeply, taking in his scent...
When he exhales and blinks his eyes open again, he's still there embracing Blue, under the covers of the bed of the inn. His eyelids feel heavy, as if he's just waking up, but ... he's been awake in here, hasn't he? Both of them...
Sleepy blue eyes focus on the frail, beautiful form next to him, as dreams and reality still feel intertwined, only starting to unravel. ]
[here in the waking world, Blue's body's shifted and curled into the embrace Yzak had sleepily reached for. he's still warm - both of them, still warm - and Yzak's breath against his neck is a soothing tickle.
he can feel it: the working of Yzak's mind, that Coordinator cadence that's so distinct from others, working to fit pieces together. to guess...and second-guess. no wonder doubt is such a familiar resident of his heart.
to that end, Blue stirs, untucking his hand from under his pillow to seek out Yzak's hand at rest around his waist, to rest on top of it. even at the threshold of whatever conclusions and reevaluations Yzak's waking mind will start to concoct, Blue can't help but feel grateful. he remembers.
but...will remembering only lead him to fear? such an intimate, unknown circumstance...]
I was there, too. [just to cut off any illusion that Yzak might think it was his own wishful dreaming.]
And what I had said...I meant it.
[slowly, he opens his eyes, still fighting his body to wake up with his mind. slowly, his head turns a little so he can see Yzak there.]
[ Everything still feels so warm and comfortable that Yzak naturally wants to hold on to that feeling. Waking up next to someone like this ... is something so new for him that there's a part of his mind that's glad about what happened the night before to bring them here.
But waking and clarity is something that comes quick to someone like Yzak, and despite the soft hand over his that he doesn't want to pull away from, things start to click together. It was a dream. It was a dream. A dream so hot and intense that his body still feels the phantom tingle from it, and...
I was there, too.
Instant realization because Yzak is well aware of the things Blue can do where dreams are concerned. That...
Does that mean...
He was...
There's also the fact that Yzak is realizing the dream turned him on in waking. And, he's a man, he's woken up like this plenty of times before, that much isn't surprising. But after a dream like that, with a dream-hopping psychic who was there- who ... joined him? Usually he wakes up alone like this, not with his arms around that very subject of his desire. ]
W - wh - huuuuuuh!?
[ Panic comes quickly and reflexively. He's too modest, too embarrassed when it comes to this sort of thing that it's not even doubt or fear that causes him to react like this. Yzak jolts, sitting upright as he turns redder than he did even in those moments of passion in the dream. ]
[ah-- there it is. there's really no buffering for that, is there? especially not in such a...unique circumstance. Blue just has to brace and bear it, squeezing his eyes shut and tensing up against it.
should he apologize, he wonders? was it something...to be sorry about? crossing that boundary, even though they both thoughtlessly pursued a shared want... he did realize it first...and didn't stop.
[ Sorry, Blue, for the onslaught of a million things running through Yzak's mind. He remembers the dream so vividly ... which he'll come around to be lowkey glad for as well, as Blue hoped for him. But Blue was there, too. Like, there there ... does that mean he scored? Does it count if it's like that? Does it matter? To someone who's always cut himself off from simple feelings of affection who's now here, it's something that jumps into his mind whether he wants it to or not. The way Yzak's body seems to reject the way he sits up because it didn't want to move, wanted to remain where it was in that warm embrace, somehow it feels like he's quickly approaching a line he won't be able to easily cross back from. And that's frightening too in its own way.
He notes the way Blue reacts, he instantly feels confused, guilty for causing it, because of how gentle, how reassuring his words were just moments before. He knows, he knows and yet, that can only do so much right now in this very reactive moment.
He needs a minute. He needs a couple of minutes to get his head on straight. Not just get his head on straight, but to calm down because to have this kind of wild reaction with an erection is really weird. ]
I ... I need to go and take a shower really quick...!
[ As he scrambles to his feet. At least Blue can tell why he needs a couple of minutes, that he feels apologetic himself right now. The shower will help.
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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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each impact sends a jolt of shuddering pleasure, compounded by feeling Yzak's mounting expectation. Blue sinks into these sensations, giving up restraint, vocalizing as he needs to, gripping how he must, and breathing out Yzak's name in the midst of climax.]
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All that runs through his mind is how good this feels; the brushes of Blue's hair against his face when he leans in close to him, this tight warmth, the way every little breath he lets out hits his skin and sends a spark of pleasure through him. It's not just the physical that's good, either, but Blue's voice in mind, both encouraging Yzak as well as his own affirmations of satisfaction, that he likes this, that he wants this and with him. (the fact that he seldom dreams like this, but Blue's been on his mind so much lately that it was inevitable)
Yzak trembles when he comes, that delightful heat building up in his body finally getting a powerful release. That hand holding Blue's squeezes, tight and as involuntary as those last couple of hard thrusts into him. He gasps out Blue's name in turn, pressing his face against his neck and heaving out a few short, breathy pants thereafter, enjoying that feeling as that built up delight rolls through and out of him completely. ]
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his breathing matches pace with Yzak's as the man comes down from his high, their fingers still tightly laced together, the weight of him settling atop him so heavy and secure, that sensation of him still in him...
his other arm wound around Yzak's back shifts so his hand can move up his back and rest between his shoulders, holding him close, wishing for this connection to last, even as his waking heart fears it'll be forgotten. each little kiss he presses to Yzak's forehead is another little hope he can impress the goodness of now into the man's guarded, doubtful heart.]
I hope...you remember this.
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... as if I'd forget.
[ He murmurs back with that tone of assurance he's always so good at putting forward. Because it's the sort that he actually feels assured about. How could he not remember something like this? Something so nice ... with someone like him ... with these feelings that only keep growing.
Shifting once more so he can nuzzle gently into Blue's hair, Yzak's eyes drift shut as he inhales deeply, taking in his scent...
When he exhales and blinks his eyes open again, he's still there embracing Blue, under the covers of the bed of the inn. His eyelids feel heavy, as if he's just waking up, but ... he's been awake in here, hasn't he? Both of them...
Sleepy blue eyes focus on the frail, beautiful form next to him, as dreams and reality still feel intertwined, only starting to unravel. ]
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he can feel it: the working of Yzak's mind, that Coordinator cadence that's so distinct from others, working to fit pieces together. to guess...and second-guess. no wonder doubt is such a familiar resident of his heart.
to that end, Blue stirs, untucking his hand from under his pillow to seek out Yzak's hand at rest around his waist, to rest on top of it. even at the threshold of whatever conclusions and reevaluations Yzak's waking mind will start to concoct, Blue can't help but feel grateful. he remembers.
but...will remembering only lead him to fear? such an intimate, unknown circumstance...]
I was there, too. [just to cut off any illusion that Yzak might think it was his own wishful dreaming.]
And what I had said...I meant it.
[slowly, he opens his eyes, still fighting his body to wake up with his mind. slowly, his head turns a little so he can see Yzak there.]
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But waking and clarity is something that comes quick to someone like Yzak, and despite the soft hand over his that he doesn't want to pull away from, things start to click together. It was a dream. It was a dream. A dream so hot and intense that his body still feels the phantom tingle from it, and...
I was there, too.
Instant realization because Yzak is well aware of the things Blue can do where dreams are concerned. That...
Does that mean...
He was...
There's also the fact that Yzak is realizing the dream turned him on in waking. And, he's a man, he's woken up like this plenty of times before, that much isn't surprising. But after a dream like that, with a dream-hopping psychic who was there- who ... joined him? Usually he wakes up alone like this, not with his arms around that very subject of his desire. ]
W - wh - huuuuuuh!?
[ Panic comes quickly and reflexively. He's too modest, too embarrassed when it comes to this sort of thing that it's not even doubt or fear that causes him to react like this. Yzak jolts, sitting upright as he turns redder than he did even in those moments of passion in the dream. ]
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should he apologize, he wonders? was it something...to be sorry about? crossing that boundary, even though they both thoughtlessly pursued a shared want... he did realize it first...and didn't stop.
was that wrong?]
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He notes the way Blue reacts, he instantly feels confused, guilty for causing it, because of how gentle, how reassuring his words were just moments before. He knows, he knows and yet, that can only do so much right now in this very reactive moment.
He needs a minute. He needs a couple of minutes to get his head on straight. Not just get his head on straight, but to calm down because to have this kind of wild reaction with an erection is really weird. ]
I ... I need to go and take a shower really quick...!
[ As he scrambles to his feet. At least Blue can tell why he needs a couple of minutes, that he feels apologetic himself right now. The shower will help.
Nice cold cold shower. ]
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