[ Every touch from Blue's fingers sends a pleased chill right up Yzak's spine, every feeling anticipated, but different due to being a dream, and due to that memory being shared with him. The memory is certainly interesting to get at this moment, flooding Yzak's mind and his senses on top of what he's already feeling. It's intense. But this is Yzak, who not only is intense, but likes intense where it counts. Like right here.
He lies back in full, hips lifting and legs bending and spreading along with Blue's movements when he gets started to aid him. (he hopes it's more an aid than an hindrance, he's trying his best here!) ]
N-nnngh...
[ He lets out a small moan when Blue enters him, settling into the feeling. Intoxicating does describe it best - he feels that tightness, that heat as well, a sense of closeness and connection unique just to this. One of his arms reach up, beckoning Blue closer to he can hook it around his neck, pull him down to kiss him. ]
[warm and tight... Blue is staggered for a moment longer before the spell breaks enough to sense and see Yzak beckoning. his expression is still flustered and dazed, but he slowly lowers down, electricity tingling from where Yzak's arm settles around him and where their mouths meet.]
Oh, Yzak... Being so close to you is wonderful. [he sighs a ragged breath into the next kiss, shivering with a pleasured chill. he may be at a loss for what this moment in waking would be, but bodily instinct still has a say: even a careful shifting triggers that understanding, and it's not long at all before he's begun to pump, abuzz with urgency and expectation, backed by energy he couldn't match were he awake.
glorious but bittersweet, he can indulge his euphoria by shifting the resentment he has for what-cannot-be to energy to further entangle himself with this man's own pleasure, chasing an incoming high while cursing that he can't give this feeling to himself and Yzak bodily and whole.
strained, almost agonized:] I want to...so badly, Yzak... You know that, you have to know...
[ When he comes down to meet him, Yzak slips his other arm around Blue's back. Here he can do more, grab at him a little harder, dig fingers and nails into skin in reflex and unhook his arm enough around Blue's neck to fist his hand into his hair when a deep thrust into him draws out a gasping, shuddering moan. So he doesn't stop himself from doing so - not that he's doing it on purpose, but without that extra layer of consideration needed, Yzak is naturally a bit more rough about it.
Wonderful, and about a hundred other words can describe how it feels. This, specifically, but ... he wouldn't be doing this at all if there weren't a hundred ways to describe how being close to Blue otherwise feels to him. But this kind of closeness is what's consuming Yzak's mind right now - he clenches when Blue is inside of him, arms and fingers gripping fervently in an attempt to feel as much of him as possible like this. ]
I know.
[ The response is softer in the midst of this passion, and those fingers in his hair relax a bit along with it. ]
Don't stop. [ He tries to first mumble that against Blue's mouth, but all that comes out of him is another hot, choked groan. And it's not just an urging for him not to stop, but to go as much, as hard as he wants to and can here. To savor this completely. ]
[Blue moans in response, his following breaths punctuated with needy, desperate whimpers as he thrusts harder, more urgently. he can't keep still enough to kiss, his head drooping against Yzak's shoulder and soaking that skin in hot breath and saliva.
faster, harder...how must it truly feel? to be so physically close in such an intense moment. resonance on a whole other scale...Blue wants it so badly. he wants Yzak's fingers clutching his back, his thighs bouncing against his side, his dick rubbed up against his abdomen...
Blue's voice pitches up a bit in a sharp cry as he loses himself in orgasm, his back spasming as he rides it down from that frenzied pace, slowing gradually, panting heavily, arms quivering with the threat of giving out outright.]
[ Those whimpers Blue let out drive him wild. A noticeable distinction from the sounds made when their roles are reversed. Yzak prizing them both, thrilled to hear them. And then just as thrilled as a few hushed, impassioned thoughts (—Good. More... Almost.) slip out to Blue before he comes, letting him feel that thob of his dick inside him, that accompanied cry like music to his ears. Yzak, too, lets out a deep, gratified sound from his throat.
Does he likes this more than when their roles are switched? Both have their perks for sure. Yzak has learned the concept of a vers.
Once the wave hits and passes him, once the movement stops, he can unclench those grasping fingers, hand on Blue's back putting the smallest bit of pressure on it when he notes the trembling, inviting him to settle on top of him. He's strong! It's fine! Not only does Yzak want to give him a moment, but he selfishly wants to keep feeling him close against him. ]
[hopefully Yzak's fine with Blue still being in him, because forgets to pull out when he's coaxed to settle down, practically melting against him. being held tightly...he loves that, too. maybe more than coming, maybe more than fingers in his hair - that feeling of belonging and security.]
[ He would be 100% cool with that. And is for a couple of moments because he doesn't want to lose that feeling himself. But when Blue rests on top of him with heated skin, Yzak realizes that he ... wants to be a little more comfortable himself if he's to properly oblige that request. After a soft little affirmative mm, he adds: ]
Can you just...
[ He gently nudges him with a leg, which he'll thereafter properly stretch out. The other stays bent at the knee, thigh resting against Blue's hip to still feel him close after he resituates, thankfully they barely have to move.
More cozy now, Yzak can properly wrap his arms taut around Blue's back and waist, easily holding him tight and in no rush to let go - the thought of pulling away from him hasn't even come to mind. The familiarity of Blue's heartbeat against his chest - it ... mixes with the comforting aura of his room. Of home. A home so close to something Blue himself yearns for, still glowing outside of the window. Two things that feel so reassuring and special to Yzak, it would be nice if this exact moment could somehow be a reality instead.
His head turns enough to rest against Blue's, nose and mouth burying into what soft hair is there and focusing on the way he feels Blue's breathing slow as he calms against him. ]
[connected heart to heart, body to body...it's a very potent thing. no wonder such connections were groomed out of mankind where he's from; warnings of the 'madness' of love make a little more sense with this kind of context.
it's undeniably worth it, however. Blue only mourns that he never knew this sooner, never knew Yzak sooner... how much more could he have been able to give in exchange for these feelings?
with him and in him brings a sense of security and completeness - a reprieve from the clock winding down, the endless weariness and aches in a failing form. the resonance between their hearts and bodies is humbling and quite honestly addictive, and part of him wonders if he'd be out of line to ask for more.
...then again, Yzak did exclaim do you want to kill me?!, so...perhaps not...
he does calm, relaxing against Yzak's slender but sturdy frame, humming a gentle, pleased sound as he feels the nuzzle in his hair.
it wouldn't be bad to stay like this for a long time, would it.]
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He lies back in full, hips lifting and legs bending and spreading along with Blue's movements when he gets started to aid him. (he hopes it's more an aid than an hindrance, he's trying his best here!) ]
N-nnngh...
[ He lets out a small moan when Blue enters him, settling into the feeling. Intoxicating does describe it best - he feels that tightness, that heat as well, a sense of closeness and connection unique just to this. One of his arms reach up, beckoning Blue closer to he can hook it around his neck, pull him down to kiss him. ]
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Oh, Yzak... Being so close to you is wonderful. [he sighs a ragged breath into the next kiss, shivering with a pleasured chill. he may be at a loss for what this moment in waking would be, but bodily instinct still has a say: even a careful shifting triggers that understanding, and it's not long at all before he's begun to pump, abuzz with urgency and expectation, backed by energy he couldn't match were he awake.
glorious but bittersweet, he can indulge his euphoria by shifting the resentment he has for what-cannot-be to energy to further entangle himself with this man's own pleasure, chasing an incoming high while cursing that he can't give this feeling to himself and Yzak bodily and whole.
strained, almost agonized:] I want to...so badly, Yzak... You know that, you have to know...
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Wonderful, and about a hundred other words can describe how it feels. This, specifically, but ... he wouldn't be doing this at all if there weren't a hundred ways to describe how being close to Blue otherwise feels to him. But this kind of closeness is what's consuming Yzak's mind right now - he clenches when Blue is inside of him, arms and fingers gripping fervently in an attempt to feel as much of him as possible like this. ]
I know.
[ The response is softer in the midst of this passion, and those fingers in his hair relax a bit along with it. ]
Don't stop. [ He tries to first mumble that against Blue's mouth, but all that comes out of him is another hot, choked groan. And it's not just an urging for him not to stop, but to go as much, as hard as he wants to and can here. To savor this completely. ]
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faster, harder...how must it truly feel? to be so physically close in such an intense moment. resonance on a whole other scale...Blue wants it so badly. he wants Yzak's fingers clutching his back, his thighs bouncing against his side, his dick rubbed up against his abdomen...
Blue's voice pitches up a bit in a sharp cry as he loses himself in orgasm, his back spasming as he rides it down from that frenzied pace, slowing gradually, panting heavily, arms quivering with the threat of giving out outright.]
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Does he likes this more than when their roles are switched? Both have their perks for sure. Yzak has learned the concept of a vers.
Once the wave hits and passes him, once the movement stops, he can unclench those grasping fingers, hand on Blue's back putting the smallest bit of pressure on it when he notes the trembling, inviting him to settle on top of him. He's strong! It's fine! Not only does Yzak want to give him a moment, but he selfishly wants to keep feeling him close against him. ]
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Hold me tighter...please... [and don't let go.]
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Can you just...
[ He gently nudges him with a leg, which he'll thereafter properly stretch out. The other stays bent at the knee, thigh resting against Blue's hip to still feel him close after he resituates, thankfully they barely have to move.
More cozy now, Yzak can properly wrap his arms taut around Blue's back and waist, easily holding him tight and in no rush to let go - the thought of pulling away from him hasn't even come to mind. The familiarity of Blue's heartbeat against his chest - it ... mixes with the comforting aura of his room. Of home. A home so close to something Blue himself yearns for, still glowing outside of the window. Two things that feel so reassuring and special to Yzak, it would be nice if this exact moment could somehow be a reality instead.
His head turns enough to rest against Blue's, nose and mouth burying into what soft hair is there and focusing on the way he feels Blue's breathing slow as he calms against him. ]
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it's undeniably worth it, however. Blue only mourns that he never knew this sooner, never knew Yzak sooner... how much more could he have been able to give in exchange for these feelings?
with him and in him brings a sense of security and completeness - a reprieve from the clock winding down, the endless weariness and aches in a failing form. the resonance between their hearts and bodies is humbling and quite honestly addictive, and part of him wonders if he'd be out of line to ask for more.
...then again, Yzak did exclaim do you want to kill me?!, so...perhaps not...
he does calm, relaxing against Yzak's slender but sturdy frame, humming a gentle, pleased sound as he feels the nuzzle in his hair.
it wouldn't be bad to stay like this for a long time, would it.]