[ It doesn't even take a complete hold - the moment Yzak feels his fingertips so much as graze him, he pulls in a fast, deep breath against Blue's mouth. When those fingers more fully curl around him, he feels his abdomen tighten in response, powerful warmth shooting through him as lets that breath out as a low groan.
His own fingers at the back of Blue's neck coil some as he slides that hand forward, down the side of his neck. He recalls Blue's voice in his head the last time, straightforward and lacking the coyness that Yzak himself feels too strongly sometimes. How good it felt when he touched him, how much he wanted him too, how he wanted more. He feels the same now, though his own reservedness keeps those thoughts between that place of being formed and actively putting them forward. They're still clear and completely perceivable, he's just ... bad at outright saying these sorts of things. Which is also a thought he can't help but have, like the (somewhat envious of Blue's ability to just SAY those things) nerd he is. ]
[ He feels his face heat up at the request, heart already pounding hard enough thanks to every sensation that flutters through his body - some small, some bigger, causing him to shudder helplessly in response - due to Blue's hand working his dick. He leans back, head tipping down as his own hand on his neck moves down over his chest. ]
So far it's ... you're fine. You're— good.
[ He breathes out a moan, shaky. After a couple of more strokes, though, that hand drops lower to lightly cover Blue's, letting him still take the initiative, lead, only squeezing or guiding if he feels he has to (which he doesn't! much!) He squints slightly, though, when he does that. ]
My depth perception right now ... is so fucked up.
[ Dilemma, because despite the depth-perception thing, Yzak's kind of into watching Blue work him over like this. Trying to take note of every little movement, every stroke he takes on his own that isn't simply an echo of what was done for him last time.
But the squeeze causes him to hunch forward some and shut his eyes anyway, eliciting a louder, deeper groan out of him as he rests his temple against Blue's. He pushes his hips up in response, needily asking for more of that as his hand over Blue's also squeezes to emphasize. After that, he'll pull the hand away to brace it next to himself. The other hand slips under Blue's shirt, lifting it some as his arm curls around his back with a controlled sort of gentleness. ]
More ... of that...
[ He pants out, a please slipping out with it as he shivers. ]
[if Yzak's neediness wasn't exciting enough, the hand sneaking up on him comes as a surprise that prompts a soft, startled sound. his mouth twitches in a small, breathless smile, because he's still caught up in the waves of wanting radiating off of him.
with a little laugh in his voice:] Alright.
[more of that, then, challenging himself to not get distracted by any errant fingers on him while he works, finding he holds his breath here and there while anticipating Yzak hitting that euphoric high. being able to elicit this kind of reaction is a kind of high in of itself for Blue, who has been feeling himself falling more and more into obsolescence with the state of his body. being able to...bring something other than anguish...
[ The warmth building up in his body only gets hotter as Blue edges him toward his peak. In such a desolate, foreign place, Yzak's senses try to grasp at the familiar within it, all of which is just Blue. From the way he breathes in his scent with every intake of air as his breaths grow shorter, deeper, more impassioned. The soft, charmed tone of his voice in his ear. The tender feeling of his skin beneath his fingertips. How in this dark room only lit by a fire that's started to wane some, Blue is the only thing he can really - all he wants to see. His lips part to taste him, too, as he presses a heavy kiss to his neck, just over his pulse point. Even the way he can hear him, feel him in his mind is something Yzak finds himself reaching for.
He pushes into Blue's hand harder, impatient, more desperately until that climax finally courses through his body. Yzak shudders, and when he comes, it takes a surprising amount of self control that even he'll be shocked he has in this moment to twist his wrist and ball his hand into a fist rather than grab and dig fingers and nails into Blue's back, because that would have been hard. And the way his arm tightens its embrace around him is a pretty good indicator of that (though it's also careful). He doesn't care to muffle those last few, loud moans that taper off into breath-catching gasps once it's all out of him and he feels himself slowly (reluctantly) coming down from it. ]
[it does sting a little, sensing his restraint, knowing even in the throes of passion, he has to be mindful to not hurt him. but this is reality, not a comfortable dream. even so, Blue shares in the emotional thrill of his coming, sighing in the midst of Yzak's moaning, feeling him tense and release in his hand. he relaxes and releases him, fingers sticky.
he hums a soft sound, tilting his head to gently nuzzle Yzak's for a moment before lifting it back so his neck and shoulder are still comfortable perches for him.]
[ Though many of his other traits would appear to differ, Yzak can be a respectful gentleman since he doesn't wish to hurt someone he cares about. Cares about a lot. Cares about this much. (he's really in it now, isn't he) He'd have felt ten times as bad otherwise - ironic, that hands as bloodied as his try so hard not to do harm here.
He doesn't need as much support as he unclenches both hands - the other still braced at his side, it's probably not surprising that recovery is swifter for him. Thankfully, the echoes of those feelings do take their time, still lingering in his body. He leans back to look at Blue, face crimson, expression gentle, pleased, yet still holding that intensity Yzak always has in how focused it is on him. The bandage on his face, though still secure, has shifted just the tiniest bit, but he doesn't seem to note it. Still warmed all over to not note the cold of the night (they're both going to hate when it does set back in later). ]
... that was... different. [ He breathes out first, a beat passing before he amends, confirms. ]
Good. No, better.
Y-you know what I mean.
[ Though Blue surely picked up on some things from Yzak himself, the sensation of someone else touching him like this feels like a different thing entirely. ]
[ He leans into it, still wishing to feel and relish in every little touch Blue offers.
Yzak feels his face heat up more at the remark, sputtering in response, desperately trying not to but he's so absolutely helplessly weak to this sort of thing, feeling his chest get light. And he can't even counter it properly with anything close to that smooth, that straightforward. ]
Like ... you can talk...!
[ God that was stupid, even if it's what he essentially thinks about him too. He ducks his head some, muttering. ]
I guess you can, just saying something like that so easily...
[the smile warms, endlessly endeared by Yzak's particular kind of fluster. he won't let him shy away for too long, curling a finger under his chin to coax him to look back up.]
I can also say...I am grateful. I can share feelings...and a moment like this. With you.
[sincerity that continues to just bulldoze Yzak's cool-guy walls is punctuated with a gentle kiss that gradually deepens in an effort to impress that very sincerity onto him. that seems to be key with humans, securing that trust - trust that doesn't come from the resonance of minds, but of bodies and hearts.]
[ Not much of a wall there when you're not very cool in the first place.
His chest only feels lighter when he has no choice but to look back into those eyes, hear those words that set so deeply into his heart that he can't help but simultaneously feel pulled in more and frightened of that pull. He's not going to be able to turn away from it at all soon.
But does he want to in the first place? No, he hasn't from the beginning. But the path before him still seems so endless, while when he looks behind him, he's so far in that he can't see the start of it anymore. He keeps facing forward.
Yzak shuts his eye, accepting that impression of sincerity and thinking I am, too as he returns both Blue's sentiments and kiss. He can stay, doing this for a long time (just as Blue said himself, before), but right now, with those words still fresh in his mind, his body still feeling so good and so warm, he wants to do more. With Blue. For Blue. Only you. He breaks the kiss and reaches to take his hand, pulling it up to press his lips gently against the back of it. ]
H-here. [ And then he tugs at that hand, urging Blue to move along with him - easing him back, intent to see more of him, taste more of him, more than just his lips and his neck. He'll let Blue decide where he's most comfortable, sitting up against the wall? On his back? Yzak's the more flexible one here. But once settled, he slides his hands back up under Blue's shirt to bring it up, while he slides his own body down, leaning in to kiss lightly just under his (very ... noticeable) ribs. ]
[the kiss to his hand is such a strange, but endearing because of the source of it. and so much for Yzak's efforts in more efficient blanket management, because that gets all disheveled on the way down onto his back, fresh goosebumps surfacing as his skin is exposed to the open air and Yzak's lips.
despite efforts to stifle himself, Blue grunts in discomfort, holding up a hand when alarm rears its head.]
It's...alright. Just--help me situate, please. [because laying back this put his legs in an awkward position, so he just needs to adjust that.] ...There... [he exhales, flashing Yzak a reassuring smile, reaching to touch his face again.]
Not really something to think about...in a good dream...
Yeah. Of course. [ Funny how affection like this can override impatience that always seems so set in him. He briefly eases back, letting Blue get comfortable, reaching out if he can help. He didtry to keep blanket management efficient, at the very least making sure one is between Blue's back and the mattress and opting to give him priority to them since he hasn't gotten nearly as cold.
Yzak looks back up at him when he caresses his face. ]
I'd much rather have this than a dream.
[ He states that with the matter-of-fact tone he usually takes. And that'd even sound smooth but of course he immediately ruins it when he eases back toward him, tentative hand moving to rest at his bared waist as he mutters, pink. ]
I - I've just never done any of this before! So ... bear with me and tell me if I fuck something up. Or if I'm not... doing something right. Enough. Aaaagh you know what I mean!
[there's a gentle laugh in his breath as he lays back, the warmth of being so cared for and wanted taking precedence over bodily discomforts for now.]
What a coincidence...neither have I! [he exhales, relaxing back against Yzak's jacket and the blanket, fingers grazing at what bit of Yzak he can reach from here.]
[ He'll have some within reach, as when he returns to his actions, still careful, still light enough with his touch without being too light, one hand moves back up to continue lifting Blue's shirt with it.
The hand at his waist slides lower, fingers gently caressing over his hip bone, lingering much like his lips do when he returns to re-press a warm kiss beneath, and then slowly, very slowly, up his ribs, wishing to feel, please, know every part of Blue. ]
[Yzak's wishes mingle with Blue's own, shivering with delight under the attention. little sighs and stifled whimpers intensify as time goes on in this way, until Blue's body responds without his immediate say, hips trying to lift against him.]
[ He lets out a low, affirming sound against Blue's skin in response to his voice, feeling that push against him. Yzak feels his lips twitch, pleased by the action, as he kisses up to chest while that accompanying hand wanders more curiously, intimately, fingers feeling, splaying over his skin.
He doesn't want to drag this on for too long lest Blue starts to tire. Truth be told, he's feeling a bit impatient himself. The little noises and gasps of breath coming from Blue are both something he wants to hear as much as possible and something that coaxes Yzak to give him what he wants.
So the hand resting at his hip slips forward and lower, eye raising to peek at Blue and watch his reaction when that hand singly starts to undo the front of his pants. ]
[the air is chill, but Yzak is warm; each kiss or touch leaves a trail of tingling comfort to combat that chill. he can brace and hold an expectant breath, going still while his pants are undone, shifting up when they’re pulled at… he lets out that breath in a sigh when his erection is free, shuddering again.
he relaxes, face flush and expression hazy, toeing the line between exhaustion and expectation. it’s one thing to have felt those feelings emotionally alone, but it’s another to be subject to what the body brings to that table: that ache, the fluttering of his stomach, the racing of his heart…all amplified in simply opening dewy eyes to see Yzak again.]
[ Ah, that's definitely nice - being this close and feeling Blue's heartrate pick up the way it does. Yzak feels a good deal of self-satisfaction to be the cause of it, of all of this, from the way he sighs out that breath, to how hard he is, to the way he trembles slightly in anticipation. But more than that he realizes he like to see Blue feel good, enjoy something like this because so much of what he's learned about him has been the opposite.
Yzak shifts as he moves and kisses back down Blue's body, over his abdomen and finally down to his dick. Taking it in his hand, he gives him a couple of full, slow strokes. And then with some fluster and small beat of timidness, of self-appraisal, he presses parted lips and tongue against it. Of course, said self-appraisal is because like Yzak said earlier, he's definitely never done this! And never betraying who he is, he wants to be good at everything he does. ]
[Blue would comment on Yzak's good sense to be pleased with himself, but what is he--
oh.]
Ah...!
[the sensation of Yzak's mouth on him sends a stronger rush of urgency that is startling...and thrilling. it takes his breath away, makes his skin prickle and his dick ache. why in heaven's name was he apprehensive a moment ago? did he know this would have such a reaction?
after a bit of eye fluttering and a caught breath:] Oh, that... Incredible...!
[ He expected a reaction for sure, but not quite like that. So Yzak, too, is startled, picking his head up to look at Blue. Those sounds, that face ... if Yzak hadn't gone first, this would have driven him over the edge. Holy shit. He feels like some kind of wizard for getting a reaction like that - and from one, short movement. mister dick wizard here
He immediately wants more of that. So without needing to be urged back to it, Yzak's head dips back down to repeat that first motion in the same place. Lips and tongue linger for longer this time, before moving them down Blue's dick and listening intently for a response. That's what he aims for first, noting what evokes the most impassioned noises out of him. Be it a certain way he moves his tongue or how softly he presses his lips against skin. But through that, he recalls what he said earlier, about wanting to know if he's doing too much or too little, or if it's... ]
Enough?
[ Is it?
Ah, they can communicate while he does this, too. That's ... a little less cute than the smooching thing. ]
[it's probably a bit dramatic, but...well, this is new. and important. and informed by not just his own feelings and responses, but Yzak's own intentions. it's a lot.
it's very good, though, though it does make for some scattered thoughts while he's in the trenches here.]
So warm...all over... And when you press-- [his breath hitches with a whimper, forearms lifting and fingers curling for lack of any other thing they can do.]
Is this...really...what it's like...?
[gee i dunno Blue you are kind of in it right now. and even though it starts to become a struggle to be taking more labored breaths, and even though his head is starting to ache as this goes on. it can't go on for too long, though.]
[ Yzak is all about the dramatic, which is probably why he liked that all the more himself.
Hurry. He knows what Blue means by that plead (as hot as it'd be otherwise). The way he squirms and moans against the way Yzak works his mouth is a pretty good indicator that he can't be far off from climax. So,
And when you press
he defers to what he managed to pick up as coaxing the best reactions out of Blue, to give him what he wants here. He lets out an affirmative little ahh in response to his ask, breath hot against the head of Blue's cock. Doing as enjoyed, Yzak presses lips and tongue back against him, pulling them down and very lightly sucking at his skin. His hand, too, occasionally gives a soft, urging squeeze, stroking down and then back up to glide his thumb over the tip of the head and repeat. ]
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His own fingers at the back of Blue's neck coil some as he slides that hand forward, down the side of his neck. He recalls Blue's voice in his head the last time, straightforward and lacking the coyness that Yzak himself feels too strongly sometimes. How good it felt when he touched him, how much he wanted him too, how he wanted more. He feels the same now, though his own reservedness keeps those thoughts between that place of being formed and actively putting them forward. They're still clear and completely perceivable, he's just ... bad at outright saying these sorts of things. Which is also a thought he can't help but have, like the (somewhat envious of Blue's ability to just SAY those things) nerd he is. ]
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sure would be a shame if he COULDN'T convey those things so easily anymore huh.]Your fingers...on my neck... Are always so nice.
[he kisses the corner of his mouth, letting Yzak catch his breath while he's subject to Blue's testing, teasing touch and grip.]
Tell me...how much, how fast...so it's exactly what you want.
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wOW][ He feels his face heat up at the request, heart already pounding hard enough thanks to every sensation that flutters through his body - some small, some bigger, causing him to shudder helplessly in response - due to Blue's hand working his dick. He leans back, head tipping down as his own hand on his neck moves down over his chest. ]
So far it's ... you're fine. You're— good.
[ He breathes out a moan, shaky. After a couple of more strokes, though, that hand drops lower to lightly cover Blue's, letting him still take the initiative, lead, only squeezing or guiding if he feels he has to (which he doesn't! much!) He squints slightly, though, when he does that. ]
My depth perception right now ... is so fucked up.
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he kisses his cheek before gently bumping him temple to temple, affectionate.]
Close your eyes, then. [the thought is something of a teasing purr as he squeezes a bit of his own volition.]
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But the squeeze causes him to hunch forward some and shut his eyes anyway, eliciting a louder, deeper groan out of him as he rests his temple against Blue's. He pushes his hips up in response, needily asking for more of that as his hand over Blue's also squeezes to emphasize. After that, he'll pull the hand away to brace it next to himself. The other hand slips under Blue's shirt, lifting it some as his arm curls around his back with a controlled sort of gentleness. ]
More ... of that...
[ He pants out, a please slipping out with it as he shivers. ]
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with a little laugh in his voice:] Alright.
[more of that, then, challenging himself to not get distracted by any errant fingers on him while he works, finding he holds his breath here and there while anticipating Yzak hitting that euphoric high. being able to elicit this kind of reaction is a kind of high in of itself for Blue, who has been feeling himself falling more and more into obsolescence with the state of his body. being able to...bring something other than anguish...
thank goodness for this.]
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He pushes into Blue's hand harder, impatient, more desperately until that climax finally courses through his body. Yzak shudders, and when he comes, it takes a surprising amount of self control that even he'll be shocked he has in this moment to twist his wrist and ball his hand into a fist rather than grab and dig fingers and nails into Blue's back, because that would have been hard. And the way his arm tightens its embrace around him is a pretty good indicator of that (though it's also careful). He doesn't care to muffle those last few, loud moans that taper off into breath-catching gasps once it's all out of him and he feels himself slowly (reluctantly) coming down from it. ]
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he hums a soft sound, tilting his head to gently nuzzle Yzak's for a moment before lifting it back so his neck and shoulder are still comfortable perches for him.]
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He doesn't need as much support as he unclenches both hands - the other still braced at his side, it's probably not surprising that recovery is swifter for him. Thankfully, the echoes of those feelings do take their time, still lingering in his body. He leans back to look at Blue, face crimson, expression gentle, pleased, yet still holding that intensity Yzak always has in how focused it is on him. The bandage on his face, though still secure, has shifted just the tiniest bit, but he doesn't seem to note it. Still warmed all over to not note the cold of the night (they're both going to hate when it does set back in later). ]
... that was... different. [ He breathes out first, a beat passing before he amends, confirms. ]
Good. No, better.
Y-you know what I mean.
[ Though Blue surely picked up on some things from Yzak himself, the sensation of someone else touching him like this feels like a different thing entirely. ]
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[he shifts his weight so he can bring his clean hand back up to Yzak's face, sweeping stray hair away from his cheek.]
You glow...like this. It's beautiful.
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Yzak feels his face heat up more at the remark, sputtering in response, desperately trying not to but he's so absolutely helplessly weak to this sort of thing, feeling his chest get light. And he can't even counter it properly with anything close to that smooth, that straightforward. ]
Like ... you can talk...!
[ God that was stupid, even if it's what he essentially thinks about him too. He ducks his head some, muttering. ]
I guess you can, just saying something like that so easily...
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I can also say...I am grateful. I can share feelings...and a moment like this. With you.
[sincerity that continues to just bulldoze Yzak's cool-guy walls is punctuated with a gentle kiss that gradually deepens in an effort to impress that very sincerity onto him. that seems to be key with humans, securing that trust - trust that doesn't come from the resonance of minds, but of bodies and hearts.]
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His chest only feels lighter when he has no choice but to look back into those eyes, hear those words that set so deeply into his heart that he can't help but simultaneously feel pulled in more and frightened of that pull. He's not going to be able to turn away from it at all soon.
But does he want to in the first place? No, he hasn't from the beginning. But the path before him still seems so endless, while when he looks behind him, he's so far in that he can't see the start of it anymore. He keeps facing forward.
Yzak shuts his eye, accepting that impression of sincerity and thinking I am, too as he returns both Blue's sentiments and kiss. He can stay, doing this for a long time (just as Blue said himself, before), but right now, with those words still fresh in his mind, his body still feeling so good and so warm, he wants to do more. With Blue. For Blue. Only you. He breaks the kiss and reaches to take his hand, pulling it up to press his lips gently against the back of it. ]
H-here. [ And then he tugs at that hand, urging Blue to move along with him - easing him back, intent to see more of him, taste more of him, more than just his lips and his neck. He'll let Blue decide where he's most comfortable, sitting up against the wall? On his back? Yzak's the more flexible one here. But once settled, he slides his hands back up under Blue's shirt to bring it up, while he slides his own body down, leaning in to kiss lightly just under his (very ... noticeable) ribs. ]
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despite efforts to stifle himself, Blue grunts in discomfort, holding up a hand when alarm rears its head.]
It's...alright. Just--help me situate, please. [because laying back this put his legs in an awkward position, so he just needs to adjust that.] ...There... [he exhales, flashing Yzak a reassuring smile, reaching to touch his face again.]
Not really something to think about...in a good dream...
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Yzak looks back up at him when he caresses his face. ]
I'd much rather have this than a dream.
[ He states that with the matter-of-fact tone he usually takes. And that'd even sound smooth but of course he immediately ruins it when he eases back toward him, tentative hand moving to rest at his bared waist as he mutters, pink. ]
I - I've just never done any of this before! So ... bear with me and tell me if I fuck something up. Or if I'm not... doing something right. Enough. Aaaagh you know what I mean!
I want ... you to feel good, to be happy, too.
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What a coincidence...neither have I! [he exhales, relaxing back against Yzak's jacket and the blanket, fingers grazing at what bit of Yzak he can reach from here.]
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The hand at his waist slides lower, fingers gently caressing over his hip bone, lingering much like his lips do when he returns to re-press a warm kiss beneath, and then slowly, very slowly, up his ribs, wishing to feel, please, know every part of Blue. ]
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Worked up...like you were...
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He doesn't want to drag this on for too long lest Blue starts to tire. Truth be told, he's feeling a bit impatient himself. The little noises and gasps of breath coming from Blue are both something he wants to hear as much as possible and something that coaxes Yzak to give him what he wants.
So the hand resting at his hip slips forward and lower, eye raising to peek at Blue and watch his reaction when that hand singly starts to undo the front of his pants. ]
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[the air is chill, but Yzak is warm; each kiss or touch leaves a trail of tingling comfort to combat that chill. he can brace and hold an expectant breath, going still while his pants are undone, shifting up when they’re pulled at… he lets out that breath in a sigh when his erection is free, shuddering again.
he relaxes, face flush and expression hazy, toeing the line between exhaustion and expectation. it’s one thing to have felt those feelings emotionally alone, but it’s another to be subject to what the body brings to that table: that ache, the fluttering of his stomach, the racing of his heart…all amplified in simply opening dewy eyes to see Yzak again.]
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Yzak shifts as he moves and kisses back down Blue's body, over his abdomen and finally down to his dick. Taking it in his hand, he gives him a couple of full, slow strokes. And then with some fluster and small beat of timidness, of self-appraisal, he presses parted lips and tongue against it. Of course, said self-appraisal is because like Yzak said earlier, he's definitely never done this! And never betraying who he is, he wants to be good at everything he does. ]
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oh.]
Ah...!
[the sensation of Yzak's mouth on him sends a stronger rush of urgency that is startling...and thrilling. it takes his breath away, makes his skin prickle and his dick ache. why in heaven's name was he apprehensive a moment ago? did he know this would have such a reaction?
after a bit of eye fluttering and a caught breath:] Oh, that... Incredible...!
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mister dick wizard hereHe immediately wants more of that. So without needing to be urged back to it, Yzak's head dips back down to repeat that first motion in the same place. Lips and tongue linger for longer this time, before moving them down Blue's dick and listening intently for a response. That's what he aims for first, noting what evokes the most impassioned noises out of him. Be it a certain way he moves his tongue or how softly he presses his lips against skin. But through that, he recalls what he said earlier, about wanting to know if he's doing too much or too little, or if it's... ]
Enough?
[ Is it?
Ah, they can communicate while he does this, too. That's ... a little less cute than the smooching thing. ]
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it's very good, though, though it does make for some scattered thoughts while he's in the trenches here.]
So warm...all over... And when you press-- [his breath hitches with a whimper, forearms lifting and fingers curling for lack of any other thing they can do.]
Is this...really...what it's like...?
[gee i dunno Blue you are kind of in it right now. and even though it starts to become a struggle to be taking more labored breaths, and even though his head is starting to ache as this goes on. it can't go on for too long, though.]
Yzak... Hurry...
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Hurry. He knows what Blue means by that plead (as hot as it'd be otherwise). The way he squirms and moans against the way Yzak works his mouth is a pretty good indicator that he can't be far off from climax. So,
And when you press
he defers to what he managed to pick up as coaxing the best reactions out of Blue, to give him what he wants here. He lets out an affirmative little ahh in response to his ask, breath hot against the head of Blue's cock. Doing as enjoyed, Yzak presses lips and tongue back against him, pulling them down and very lightly sucking at his skin. His hand, too, occasionally gives a soft, urging squeeze, stroking down and then back up to glide his thumb over the tip of the head and repeat. ]
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