[ Once properly slid back to let Blue climb after him, Yzak stays upright ... at first. Dreams accommodate for the cushiness of the bed, it's as soft and comfortable as it looks, much better than even the more tolerable beds on the station. Only the most fancy fabrics and pillows for this guy.
Yzak lets out a gentle little huff as Blue attacks his face with those smooches, his lips just barely twitching with a warm fondness; it's ... cute, this kind of playful affection being gifted to him. Something he's really never experienced like this. Yzak manages to catch what pecks he can with his own lips while a hand rests on Blue's shoulder, squeezing lightly. The other comes up to comb fingers through his hair, around to the back of his head to pull him down in tandem with Yzak as he lies back. ]
Your fingers...in my hair... It's still my favorite.
[not that there's been too much time for things to change or anything, but! it bears repeating, because it is, in fact, his favorite. he likes the tingly little sensation that trickles down from scalp to spine, fingers that can be at one turn comforting and another arousing keeping him a willing captive to the moment.
kisses trail to his jaw down to his throat once one of his hands shifts away from Yzak's face.]
[ The response to the first comment is to not move that hand, keeping those fingers right where Blue likes them best. And when his lips move down to his neck, Yzak tips his chin up as fingers continue to stroke through that soft, fluffy hair, encouraging him on. As much as Blue likes that action, Yzak also loves the way it feels for him.
At that second thing... ]
Haaah, you beat me to it. [ To put forward an offer like that! Because Yzak was about to say, ] You're the one who has more freedom here to move as you please.
[ Blue's more limited in waking, after all. Here without the restrictions of an ailing body to hold him back, Yzak wants him to make the best of this time they can share like this. To feel in control for a change. ]
So I'm pretty sure anything you want to do ... will more than suffice. Because it's you.
[ Those eager lips on his neck feel amazing enough on their own! The hand on Blue's shoulder slides down to the middle of his back. ]
But right now, this ... you can keep this up.
[ Every warm kiss to his neck sends a prickle down his body, his chest rising and falling with a couple of deep, pleased breaths in response. ]
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[very reasonable: Blue knows the chance to do fully freely as they please is limited by his physical state, so at least here...here, he can express more of that bodily affection he simply can't in waking.
while kissing and sucking on Yzak's neck, stimulated by the curling of fingers in his hair and against his scalp, Blue shifts to pull himself fully atop him, propped up by his knees to some degree. there's no risk of crushing him here, but physical instinct plays some role, informed by the rise and fall of Yzak's chest. the body remembers and informs with helpful notions, like, for example, rolling his hips to grind against Yzak's, starting up friction between layers of clothes that is more thrilling than frustrating at the onset, stoking those fires.
the sounds and responses to these efforts...Blue covets them. both hands roam to feel around Yzak's chest, to find buttons or fasteners that need to go - that will go, because dream logistics are the best around.]
[ Compared to the one night where Blue dozed off on top of him, Yzak can feel the difference here in the weight of the body pressing against him now. Part of it is a harrowing reminder of how light he is awake - but he's not going to think about that, not at this moment. Part of it is the awareness of how their bodies fit together here compared to in reality - different for sure, but both feel ... right in their own ways.
When Blue's hips push against his, that evokes a surprised little choked intake of breath that's let out as a low, rumbling groan. Fuck that felt good, and his own hips push up, asking for more.
Ever the fancy man, Yzak's got on a vest over a button up. Lots of buttons.
...
His hands briefly pull back from Blue's back and his hair so he can help with making fast work of those buttons. ]
[Blue isn't a very graceful helping hand where that's concerned - maybe a bit of a hindrance from being on top of him, but lifting and grinding on him again can give Yzak the opening he needs to...open? clothes? writing.
once his hands do touch flesh, Blue's mouth migrates downward: clavicle, chest, any little scar along his path gets loving attention. his hands slip under his opened shirt to grope at his sides, feeling the quivering and tightening of muscle underneath his palms. this he has memory of, this is informed...and this he enjoys.]
[ It does give him that opening, but when Blue pushes against him again, it delays the process just a bit and distracts Yzak with another breathy groan. One of his knees bend upward by reflex, eager for more friction. Give him a break, he's in his own comfortable bed, in his own familiar home, with this gorgeous white-haired psychic on top of him, young and full of energy and still new to this: this is horning him up easily.
Those buttons do get dealt with, though, and every touch of Blue's fingertips against his flesh once he snakes those hands under his shirt sends little sparks of exhilaration through his whole body. Yzak tips his head down, watching Blue with a swell of warmth in every place he plants a kiss, noting the extra bit of attention he gives to any mark. (there aren't too many, but there are some here and there!) Of course, that means every time Blue's lips travel somewhere else down his chest, he feels a tiny chill where they move from.
A hand slips down to fondly caress fingers against the side of Blue's neck. ]
[the rising heat and wanting is approval enough, but the attention to his neck is nice too - though it does halt him a shuddering moment. he sighs against Yzak's skin, lifting his head and scooting back up a bit to better accommodate the touch.]
Yzak. [he shifts so he can take the hand at his neck, holding it there for a moment.] The way your body speaks back to mine... I like it very much. [he smiles, guiding the hand so he can kiss at his fingers.]
[ It's those sweet little actions that Yzak likes best, much like the way Blue affectionately kissed at his scars, so much that they can pull his focus away from the way he's starting to ache for more of Blue's mouth and his touch on his body.
...
There's that fleck of envy again, even though it's an adoring sort of envy, at how easily Blue can say these things. And not just that he can say them, but it's what he says. He makes it sound so beautiful, this language of connection, as he'd called it once. How can Yzak even respond to something like that with anything close? "Yeah let's keep talking then," absolutely fucking not. (only whoops, Blue can read everything!)
He stares at him, expression soft, eyes hazy with a hint of that adoration that comes with the envy. Because it does make sense, hearing something so beautiful come from something so beautiful.
And considering these are all readable thoughts that run through his mind in those couple of beats after Blue speaks, maybe they count as "something close." Or at least an attempt for it. Yzak feels himself fluster, gaze drifting a bit. ]
You make it really hard to come up with something to say to these things, too...! [ That's said as a good thing, though! A compliment. ]
But that ... might be exactly why my body can speak so easily instead.
[Blue laughs gently, smothering it by way of pressing his mouth against Yzak's hand with a few languishing kisses before he guides it away from himself.]
It's your heart and will here... [he places that hand over Yzak's heart.] That's why...I can understand so well.
[he shifts a bit, straddling his hips and leaning a bit against the knee and thigh still propped up, taking a moment to pull his shirt up over his head and casting it aside. it stings a little, knowing that even here, he still looks so ill...but that's the only state of himself Yzak knows. and...strangely enough, it's the one he wants.]
I'm a little worried... [his smile wanes to something more somber, still flushed in heat for him.] What if my psionics flicker again, leave you here? You'll still...have a good dream, won't you?
[ Though absolutely charmed by the actions, it feels a little odd to have such tender care being placed on a hand that's done awful things and shed so much blood. One still prepared to do so. (though outright awful things Yzak does his best to avoid now) It makes him feel almost unworthy of it. But Blue going on about his heart and his will, which he can understand so easily even awake (when the psionics are working) ... the fact that he still offers this despite it all means that much more to him.
He does want Blue as he is regardless of how he looks in here or outside, and hopefully the way Yzak watches with a yearning when Blue sits up and gets his shirt off takes away some of that sting for him. He props himself up on an elbow as if drawn to be that much closer to him. ]
Who knows. [ It's a valid concern for sure, but it's not one that he wants to worry about; if it happens, it happens, though he's hoping it doesn't at this point.
His other hand moves to drop onto Blue's thigh. And slowly it glides upward, thumb grazing over the front of his pants to tease the other man a little. ]
Good, maybe. [ And then that hand continues up to smooth over the bare skin of Blue's abdomen. He'll in turn feel the way Yzak's own clenches as his hand moves, nudging his hips up beneath him. ] But not anywhere near this good.
[Blue's head bobs in a nod, gaze casting down to Yzak's roaming hand, fresh goosebumps springing up despite the heat of anticipation growing just as quickly. seeing the way Yzak reacts even in action just further proves what Blue had said moments ago - that the way their bodies speak to each other...he really likes it.
he's hard, but there's still an enjoyment in the barriers and friction between them, though it likely won't remain that way for long. eventually he'll have to do something about that.
worthy or unworthy...doesn't really seem to be in the dialogue right now, does it? because Blue's just as motivated to bend back down, to press chest to chest and share a few more slow and indulgent kisses as he was before any notion of worth could even factor in. relishing Yzak's mouth while fingers find their way along his vertebrae compels him to roll his hips against him in languid drags that in turn elicit pleasured little grunts and hums between kisses as things heat up.]
[ The feeling is very mutual - feelings, really. The enjoyment of this communication between their bodies, the excitement building up within him, he's even still appreciating the contact when Blue starts to pick up the way and the pace he pushes his own hips against him. But between the two of them, Yzak is by far the more impatient one. And he's hard too - achingly so now, it wasn't difficult to get him there in the first place, so his patience starts to dwindle when those actions really start to get to him. ]
F-fuck... [ He breathes out, short and hot between those kisses that grow deeper and more eager on his end. Eager, but still earnest and loving. Part of him is focused on the way he can feel Blue's own heart beating against his chest, coaxing him to try to speed it up as that hand that slides around him and moves up his back land at the base of his neck. Fingers at first tease at the skin there before he buries them into Blue's hair again, grip a bit tighter, more impassioned. ]
[obliging Yzak's growing want is certainly in the forefront of his mind, but when Blue feels those fingers in his hair again, it does stagger his plans a bit, causing his breath and movement to hitch. he huffs against Yzak's mouth before he can grind again, more urgent in intention.
dry humping can only be so dry for so long before clear signals from the body goad him to do more than simply rub futilely against his lover like some animal in heat, and so Blue parts a wet kiss to withdraw down, dizzy with Yzak's lust as he fumbles to unfasten his pants and get it all out of the way, free him out.]
Lift up for me a moment...there... Ha... [he shudders with empathetic relief when Yzak's dick is free, but doesn't give him too long to relish it before he's going to work, curling fingers around the shaft and bringing his tongue to the tip. it's a bit of a one-two punch: Yzak's own experience gets doubled on top of by Blue's memory of when Yzak treated him this way - that warmth, that shock to the system that was at once both very new but completely understood as right.
it's Yzak's to have on top of everything else, and Blue quivers with delight to feel him beset upon this way, smothered by his lustful affection.]
[ Don't underestimate Yzak, he absolutely could get off from continuing on like that. But despite his impatience he's still pretty good at self control when he really needs to have it, and he doesn't want this to end so soon, so simply. He sucks in a shuddering breath when Blue pulls away from the kiss, licking at his lips and still tasting him while his head tips down to watch him.
A deep, needy sound of acknowledgement is all Yzak gives at the request, hips lifting easily, maybe a little too quickly, eager by this point to just get his cock free from those constraints. And he barely has time to say, or even mentally note anything before a sharp, hot pulse runs through his whole body when he feels Blue's fingers, and then his tongue- ]
Holy shit... [ The words just spill out of him, hardly having the chance to even form in his mind. Suddenly the way Blue reacted last time makes a bit more sense to him; this unique sort of wet warmth is mind-blowing to feel. That bent leg pulls in a little more and spreads, heel of his foot pressing into the mattress.
Now that Blue is better situated, that hand returns to his hair to run through it, a plead for more while he sits up a little and braces himself with his other hand, a few helpless, short, groaned breaths escaping him. ]
[ Another short thought, because it's hard to really focus on anything else right now! Every little change in pressure on him as Blue sucks sends another hot, desperate tingle through his whole body, causing him to quiver. The press of his heel against the mattress offsets his hip movement a little, because boy do his hips move with little he can do about it, craving more. ]
I-it- ... amazing.
[ Yzak pants part of that out weakly. He doesn't grip to a painful point, but his fingers do coil pretty roughly in Blue's hair with every pulse of fervent delight that he feels from his mouth on his dick. Closer to orgasm, Yzak feels that heat building up inside of him, his moaning louder and growing more desperate. ]
[there is a relentless thrill from feeling Yzak inching ever closer to the brink - something that stirs and stokes the fire in himself, makes him ache with both an empathetic and selfish need to be satisfied.
Blue presses and drags his tongue along Yzak’s tip once more before taking him back in this mouth for another draw, his thumb caressing at his shaft to trigger erratic pressure for pleasure.
as fingers clench here and there, as Yzak tenses up, Blue does as well, shoulders drawing up and back muscles tensing, bracing.
[ Yzak lets out another low, passionate mutter of his name, a hint of urgency to it accompanied by a softer graze of fingers against Blue's scalp; an intention of warning, to allow him to keep his mouth where it is if he wishes. (even if it is a dream, Yzak is still considerate of preferences here!)
His throat is tight, stomach clenched and when Blue takes him into his mouth again he feels his cock achingly throb until that heat that's built up inside of him is finally released. His braced hand fists into the sheets underneath them, white-knuckled as he climaxes, a strained groan escaping from deep within his chest. The rush he feels as orgasm courses through him feels immeasurable when it's Blue causing it - better than anything he's ever felt on his own, in or out of a dream.
He heaves in shallow breaths of air through it and when that euphoria starts to recede. Yzak feels himself start to untense from that build up, face red and mouth opened slightly while he grounds himself, Blue as his anchor as misty blue eyes focus down on him. ]
[Blue doesn't shy away: he's irresistibly drawn to every aspect of Yzak's bliss, and this no less. he wishes he truly knew it - the feeling of him coming, what causes him to fall apart the way he does. his own body trembles as those feelings course through him as well, compounding the ache in his groin; it lingers underneath the satisfaction which radiates from the ebbing of the rush.
speaking of which...he doesn't know the taste, so what fills Blue's mouth takes on the taste of something sweet and appealing. and why not? it's a pleasant dream, so it may as well.
he lifts his head slowly, tongue hanging out for a moment longer as excess drips off, oblivious to the overtly lewd impression that gives off; perhaps it pleases Yzak to see it? his face is still flush, eyes glassy but bright, giving off a kind of dreamy, dazed look to him.]
Aa... [his eyes crinkle as a little lucidity returns.] Yzak... You look so radiant right now...
[ His breath catches when Blue looks up at him, the way his expression and that dazzled look in his eyes is absolutely gorgeous to Yzak. But he can't focus on that and give it the appreciation it deserves, because he notes his mouth immediately. And he's lucky Coordinators, while able to recover from things fast, can't recover from this so fast, because he'd immediately be hard again at the sight of his own come trickling down and off the tip of Blue's tongue.
His heart is already racing, still coming down from that high, but Blue will absolutely feel that lasciviously thrilled spike within Yzak, even as he tries to play it off and look away, bringing his braced hand up to his mouth with a choked little sputter.
[with a laugh in his voice:] Too much, then... [but he catches that bit of conflict - it's impossible to avoid.]
Still... [he puts his hands on the mattress so he can scoot back up to his face, gentling resting his forehead against Yzak's own. he's so warm! warm and inviting.] My body's still...so worked up for you. Even after that.
[ He will, perhaps, be thinking about it the next time this happens, whether it's asleep or awake.
Yzak shifts his legs when Blue moves so he can sit up properly, that fluster dampening as he's pulled back into this moment, these feelings. He leans his own forehead against Blue's in turn, a little heavier than usual as his heart is finally returning to a normal speed. He pulls in a soft breath, savoring this calming closeness. ]
Hmmh.
[ That breath is let out as a sound of acknowledgement to Blue's words, a buzz of excitement coming back to him. Yzak cups a hand to his face, thumb running over his cheek as his head tilts forward to lightly nudge the tip of his nose to Blue's. ]
What I said earlier still stands. [ About offering, about Blue having more freedom of control here. ] Anything you want me to do, I'll do.
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Yzak lets out a gentle little huff as Blue attacks his face with those smooches, his lips just barely twitching with a warm fondness; it's ... cute, this kind of playful affection being gifted to him. Something he's really never experienced like this. Yzak manages to catch what pecks he can with his own lips while a hand rests on Blue's shoulder, squeezing lightly. The other comes up to comb fingers through his hair, around to the back of his head to pull him down in tandem with Yzak as he lies back. ]
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[not that there's been too much time for things to change or anything, but! it bears repeating, because it is, in fact, his favorite. he likes the tingly little sensation that trickles down from scalp to spine, fingers that can be at one turn comforting and another arousing keeping him a willing captive to the moment.
kisses trail to his jaw down to his throat once one of his hands shifts away from Yzak's face.]
Tell me...what you want to feel. Where.
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At that second thing... ]
Haaah, you beat me to it. [ To put forward an offer like that! Because Yzak was about to say, ] You're the one who has more freedom here to move as you please.
[ Blue's more limited in waking, after all. Here without the restrictions of an ailing body to hold him back, Yzak wants him to make the best of this time they can share like this. To feel in control for a change. ]
So I'm pretty sure anything you want to do ... will more than suffice. Because it's you.
[ Those eager lips on his neck feel amazing enough on their own! The hand on Blue's shoulder slides down to the middle of his back. ]
But right now, this ... you can keep this up.
[ Every warm kiss to his neck sends a prickle down his body, his chest rising and falling with a couple of deep, pleased breaths in response. ]
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while kissing and sucking on Yzak's neck, stimulated by the curling of fingers in his hair and against his scalp, Blue shifts to pull himself fully atop him, propped up by his knees to some degree. there's no risk of crushing him here, but physical instinct plays some role, informed by the rise and fall of Yzak's chest. the body remembers and informs with helpful notions, like, for example, rolling his hips to grind against Yzak's, starting up friction between layers of clothes that is more thrilling than frustrating at the onset, stoking those fires.
the sounds and responses to these efforts...Blue covets them. both hands roam to feel around Yzak's chest, to find buttons or fasteners that need to go - that will go, because dream logistics are the best around.]
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When Blue's hips push against his, that evokes a surprised little choked intake of breath that's let out as a low, rumbling groan. Fuck that felt good, and his own hips push up, asking for more.
Ever the fancy man, Yzak's got on a vest over a button up. Lots of buttons.
...
His hands briefly pull back from Blue's back and his hair so he can help with making fast work of those buttons. ]
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once his hands do touch flesh, Blue's mouth migrates downward: clavicle, chest, any little scar along his path gets loving attention. his hands slip under his opened shirt to grope at his sides, feeling the quivering and tightening of muscle underneath his palms. this he has memory of, this is informed...and this he enjoys.]
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Those buttons do get dealt with, though, and every touch of Blue's fingertips against his flesh once he snakes those hands under his shirt sends little sparks of exhilaration through his whole body. Yzak tips his head down, watching Blue with a swell of warmth in every place he plants a kiss, noting the extra bit of attention he gives to any mark. (there aren't too many, but there are some here and there!) Of course, that means every time Blue's lips travel somewhere else down his chest, he feels a tiny chill where they move from.
A hand slips down to fondly caress fingers against the side of Blue's neck. ]
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Yzak. [he shifts so he can take the hand at his neck, holding it there for a moment.] The way your body speaks back to mine... I like it very much. [he smiles, guiding the hand so he can kiss at his fingers.]
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There's that fleck of envy again, even though it's an adoring sort of envy, at how easily Blue can say these things. And not just that he can say them, but it's what he says. He makes it sound so beautiful, this language of connection, as he'd called it once. How can Yzak even respond to something like that with anything close? "Yeah let's keep talking then," absolutely fucking not. (only whoops, Blue can read everything!)
He stares at him, expression soft, eyes hazy with a hint of that adoration that comes with the envy. Because it does make sense, hearing something so beautiful come from something so beautiful.
And considering these are all readable thoughts that run through his mind in those couple of beats after Blue speaks, maybe they count as "something close." Or at least an attempt for it. Yzak feels himself fluster, gaze drifting a bit. ]
You make it really hard to come up with something to say to these things, too...! [ That's said as a good thing, though! A compliment. ]
But that ... might be exactly why my body can speak so easily instead.
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It's your heart and will here... [he places that hand over Yzak's heart.] That's why...I can understand so well.
[he shifts a bit, straddling his hips and leaning a bit against the knee and thigh still propped up, taking a moment to pull his shirt up over his head and casting it aside. it stings a little, knowing that even here, he still looks so ill...but that's the only state of himself Yzak knows. and...strangely enough, it's the one he wants.]
I'm a little worried... [his smile wanes to something more somber, still flushed in heat for him.] What if my psionics flicker again, leave you here? You'll still...have a good dream, won't you?
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He does want Blue as he is regardless of how he looks in here or outside, and hopefully the way Yzak watches with a yearning when Blue sits up and gets his shirt off takes away some of that sting for him. He props himself up on an elbow as if drawn to be that much closer to him. ]
Who knows. [ It's a valid concern for sure, but it's not one that he wants to worry about; if it happens, it happens, though he's hoping it doesn't at this point.
His other hand moves to drop onto Blue's thigh. And slowly it glides upward, thumb grazing over the front of his pants to tease the other man a little. ]
Good, maybe. [ And then that hand continues up to smooth over the bare skin of Blue's abdomen. He'll in turn feel the way Yzak's own clenches as his hand moves, nudging his hips up beneath him. ] But not anywhere near this good.
belated nsfw?????? oop
he's hard, but there's still an enjoyment in the barriers and friction between them, though it likely won't remain that way for long. eventually he'll have to do something about that.
worthy or unworthy...doesn't really seem to be in the dialogue right now, does it? because Blue's just as motivated to bend back down, to press chest to chest and share a few more slow and indulgent kisses as he was before any notion of worth could even factor in. relishing Yzak's mouth while fingers find their way along his vertebrae compels him to roll his hips against him in languid drags that in turn elicit pleasured little grunts and hums between kisses as things heat up.]
o ....... o yea 🥒
F-fuck... [ He breathes out, short and hot between those kisses that grow deeper and more eager on his end. Eager, but still earnest and loving. Part of him is focused on the way he can feel Blue's own heart beating against his chest, coaxing him to try to speed it up as that hand that slides around him and moves up his back land at the base of his neck. Fingers at first tease at the skin there before he buries them into Blue's hair again, grip a bit tighter, more impassioned. ]
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[obliging Yzak's growing want is certainly in the forefront of his mind, but when Blue feels those fingers in his hair again, it does stagger his plans a bit, causing his breath and movement to hitch. he huffs against Yzak's mouth before he can grind again, more urgent in intention.
dry humping can only be so dry for so long before clear signals from the body goad him to do more than simply rub futilely against his lover like some animal in heat, and so Blue parts a wet kiss to withdraw down, dizzy with Yzak's lust as he fumbles to unfasten his pants and get it all out of the way, free him out.]
Lift up for me a moment...there... Ha... [he shudders with empathetic relief when Yzak's dick is free, but doesn't give him too long to relish it before he's going to work, curling fingers around the shaft and bringing his tongue to the tip. it's a bit of a one-two punch: Yzak's own experience gets doubled on top of by Blue's memory of when Yzak treated him this way - that warmth, that shock to the system that was at once both very new but completely understood as right.
it's Yzak's to have on top of everything else, and Blue quivers with delight to feel him beset upon this way, smothered by his lustful affection.]
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A deep, needy sound of acknowledgement is all Yzak gives at the request, hips lifting easily, maybe a little too quickly, eager by this point to just get his cock free from those constraints. And he barely has time to say, or even mentally note anything before a sharp, hot pulse runs through his whole body when he feels Blue's fingers, and then his tongue- ]
Holy shit... [ The words just spill out of him, hardly having the chance to even form in his mind. Suddenly the way Blue reacted last time makes a bit more sense to him; this unique sort of wet warmth is mind-blowing to feel. That bent leg pulls in a little more and spreads, heel of his foot pressing into the mattress.
Now that Blue is better situated, that hand returns to his hair to run through it, a plead for more while he sits up a little and braces himself with his other hand, a few helpless, short, groaned breaths escaping him. ]
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[even Blue's thoughts are breathless with their shared state, pleased that the feeling translates to enough of a degree to satisfy.]
It was like this... when you put your mouth on me...
[Blue takes his tip into his mouth to suck on him, shivering again with Yzak's responses and the thrill of fingers gripping in his hair.]
Don't hold back...!
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[ Another short thought, because it's hard to really focus on anything else right now! Every little change in pressure on him as Blue sucks sends another hot, desperate tingle through his whole body, causing him to quiver. The press of his heel against the mattress offsets his hip movement a little, because boy do his hips move with little he can do about it, craving more. ]
I-it- ... amazing.
[ Yzak pants part of that out weakly. He doesn't grip to a painful point, but his fingers do coil pretty roughly in Blue's hair with every pulse of fervent delight that he feels from his mouth on his dick. Closer to orgasm, Yzak feels that heat building up inside of him, his moaning louder and growing more desperate. ]
Keep ... that up. Please, Blue...
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Blue presses and drags his tongue along Yzak’s tip once more before taking him back in this mouth for another draw, his thumb caressing at his shaft to trigger erratic pressure for pleasure.
as fingers clench here and there, as Yzak tenses up, Blue does as well, shoulders drawing up and back muscles tensing, bracing.
almost there…just a little more…]
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His throat is tight, stomach clenched and when Blue takes him into his mouth again he feels his cock achingly throb until that heat that's built up inside of him is finally released. His braced hand fists into the sheets underneath them, white-knuckled as he climaxes, a strained groan escaping from deep within his chest. The rush he feels as orgasm courses through him feels immeasurable when it's Blue causing it - better than anything he's ever felt on his own, in or out of a dream.
He heaves in shallow breaths of air through it and when that euphoria starts to recede. Yzak feels himself start to untense from that build up, face red and mouth opened slightly while he grounds himself, Blue as his anchor as misty blue eyes focus down on him. ]
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speaking of which...he doesn't know the taste, so what fills Blue's mouth takes on the taste of something sweet and appealing. and why not? it's a pleasant dream, so it may as well.
he lifts his head slowly, tongue hanging out for a moment longer as excess drips off, oblivious to the overtly lewd impression that gives off; perhaps it pleases Yzak to see it? his face is still flush, eyes glassy but bright, giving off a kind of dreamy, dazed look to him.]
Aa... [his eyes crinkle as a little lucidity returns.] Yzak... You look so radiant right now...
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His heart is already racing, still coming down from that high, but Blue will absolutely feel that lasciviously thrilled spike within Yzak, even as he tries to play it off and look away, bringing his braced hand up to his mouth with a choked little sputter.
So much for radiant. ]
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Is that so...? [he can sense that tormented thrill.] Do you...want me to do it again?
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A-are you trying to kill me!?
[ He stammers, even though that offer sounds amazing because that was incredibly hot to see. ]
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Still... [he puts his hands on the mattress so he can scoot back up to his face, gentling resting his forehead against Yzak's own. he's so warm! warm and inviting.] My body's still...so worked up for you. Even after that.
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Yzak shifts his legs when Blue moves so he can sit up properly, that fluster dampening as he's pulled back into this moment, these feelings. He leans his own forehead against Blue's in turn, a little heavier than usual as his heart is finally returning to a normal speed. He pulls in a soft breath, savoring this calming closeness. ]
Hmmh.
[ That breath is let out as a sound of acknowledgement to Blue's words, a buzz of excitement coming back to him. Yzak cups a hand to his face, thumb running over his cheek as his head tilts forward to lightly nudge the tip of his nose to Blue's. ]
What I said earlier still stands. [ About offering, about Blue having more freedom of control here. ] Anything you want me to do, I'll do.
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