[ That significance is likewise the more important thing here for Yzak. Which is why he's easily pulled right back into it when Dearka kisses him again. It does appear that Dearka is a bit bigger than him, but you know, the way they're positioned, trying not to squirm and push their hips harder against one another, it could be that they're not perfectly enough aligned to get an accurate measure...
But as established ultimately that isn't important here he was just curious because he's Yzak he's always gotta lowkey compare things. Truly it's braggable if anything because his OWN dick is quite impressive thank you very much, so his choice in partner would of course need to be as impressive as he is, if not more, in every way.
(that's how he's not going to get a complex about this)
(and nevermind that he's never assumed his choice in partner would be a man, much less Dearka, but shh)
ANYWAY!!
The way he kisses Dearka now is sloppy, but in that cute and positive sort of way because once he starts stroking, Yzak moans into his mouth. He loses breath, arousal creeping over any judgment or worry about size or performance from either of them. It feels fantastic, because it's true that jacking off isn't exactly difficult for a guy and they've both done their fair share of it so know what feels good, and Yzak is easier to rile up than he pretends to be. And because beneath the horny brain fog is that same sort of affection for someone that he'd not only given up on once before but thought he lost completely. Fingers on his shoulder slide over the back of Dearka's neck, soft and covetous. He pulls his lips away, takes a breath, leans in to kiss him again and push his tongue between his lips as though he needs this more than air.
Now that Dearka's begun ministrations and they're both slick enough with lotion, Yzak's hand eases up over his so he can properly slide it around them both to help. Give him am extra hand, as it were. Heat rolls through him and straight down to his groin, intensifying with every stroke both from Dearka and his own when he starts to find a rhythm along with him. A soft squeeze here, a brief release of his grip to feather his fingertips teasingly up his partner's shaft. He's gauging what Dearka likes, too, but decides to put that desire into words when his mouth frees up again and he feels a particularly promising reaction from him, his lips quirking up. ]
Should I do that again?
[ Yzak leans his forehead against Dearka's, tip of his nose pressing against his fondly. His chest rises and falls quickly, a bead of sweat running down his back sending a pleasant chill up his spine and causing him to shiver. ]
Tell me— so I know what you like. What you want.
[ So he can do it again. So he can do it next time, too. And any next time after that when he has the chance because hell, he wants as many next times as possible. ]
[Another shuddering groan slips out from Dearka's lips, and the best he can do to respond to Yzak's initial yes/no question is to nod feverishly, words being a bit beyond his capacity in the moment. With their foreheads touching, this kind of has the effect of just, mashing their skulls together a little harder...? But what can you do.
Well. What he can do is comply with that request for information. Or, try to... He growls softly, trying to stutter out a reply while he's also very preoccupied with trying to match Yzak's pace.]
Fuck... What I want...? It's. H-hang on, I need to...
[It's hard to keep his thoughts together. He's losing himself in this so much, but he also wants more. Sitting up together like this is all well and good, but Dearka's a very physical guy. He's a fucking dancer, he likes to express himself with the motion of his whole body, not just his hands...
Any fears he might have had before about taking too much of a lead in proceedings have long since been swept away in the flood of passion between them. It's a bit tricky, negotiating a reposition without using words, while also making sure he keeps rhythm with Yzak's strokes... But he catches Yzak up in yet another open-mouthed kiss, while his free hand squeezes at the small of his partner's back. And he starts bearing forward, trying to ease him over backwards onto the mattress... He needs more freedom of movement, needs to use his hips...]
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But as established ultimately that isn't important here he was just curious because he's Yzak he's always gotta lowkey compare things. Truly it's braggable if anything because his OWN dick is quite impressive thank you very much, so his choice in partner would of course need to be as impressive as he is, if not more, in every way.
(that's how he's not going to get a complex about this)
(and nevermind that he's never assumed his choice in partner would be a man, much less Dearka, but shh)
ANYWAY!!
The way he kisses Dearka now is sloppy, but in that cute and positive sort of way because once he starts stroking, Yzak moans into his mouth. He loses breath, arousal creeping over any judgment or worry about size or performance from either of them. It feels fantastic, because it's true that jacking off isn't exactly difficult for a guy and they've both done their fair share of it so know what feels good, and Yzak is easier to rile up than he pretends to be. And because beneath the horny brain fog is that same sort of affection for someone that he'd not only given up on once before but thought he lost completely. Fingers on his shoulder slide over the back of Dearka's neck, soft and covetous. He pulls his lips away, takes a breath, leans in to kiss him again and push his tongue between his lips as though he needs this more than air.
Now that Dearka's begun ministrations and they're both slick enough with lotion, Yzak's hand eases up over his so he can properly slide it around them both to help. Give him am extra hand, as it were. Heat rolls through him and straight down to his groin, intensifying with every stroke both from Dearka and his own when he starts to find a rhythm along with him. A soft squeeze here, a brief release of his grip to feather his fingertips teasingly up his partner's shaft. He's gauging what Dearka likes, too, but decides to put that desire into words when his mouth frees up again and he feels a particularly promising reaction from him, his lips quirking up. ]
Should I do that again?
[ Yzak leans his forehead against Dearka's, tip of his nose pressing against his fondly. His chest rises and falls quickly, a bead of sweat running down his back sending a pleasant chill up his spine and causing him to shiver. ]
Tell me— so I know what you like. What you want.
[ So he can do it again. So he can do it next time, too. And any next time after that when he has the chance because hell, he wants as many next times as possible. ]
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Well. What he can do is comply with that request for information. Or, try to... He growls softly, trying to stutter out a reply while he's also very preoccupied with trying to match Yzak's pace.]
Fuck... What I want...? It's. H-hang on, I need to...
[It's hard to keep his thoughts together. He's losing himself in this so much, but he also wants more. Sitting up together like this is all well and good, but Dearka's a very physical guy. He's a fucking dancer, he likes to express himself with the motion of his whole body, not just his hands...
Any fears he might have had before about taking too much of a lead in proceedings have long since been swept away in the flood of passion between them. It's a bit tricky, negotiating a reposition without using words, while also making sure he keeps rhythm with Yzak's strokes... But he catches Yzak up in yet another open-mouthed kiss, while his free hand squeezes at the small of his partner's back. And he starts bearing forward, trying to ease him over backwards onto the mattress... He needs more freedom of movement, needs to use his hips...]