[Mikleo has no doubt that someone walking in right now won't curb his friend's enthusiasm, so. He'll just have to deal with not looking his roommate in the eye for about a week if it happens.
The tension doesn't go unnoticed. Mikleo makes a note to ensure that Sorey gets an actual massage at some point in the near future. It won't be the first time, and he doubts it'll be the last. Not that the seraph minds, all things considered.
Mikleo squeaks quietly in surprise when he's swept up like that. He grabs onto Sorey's shoulder to steady himself and glares at him while blushing bright scarlet, though there's no real heat in it. ...Well, there's a heat, but not a truly angry heat. He's definitely about to complain and gets about as far as opening his mouth a little bit, but that just gives Sorey the perfect opportunity to shut him up with a kiss. The seraph tries to go for an annoyed grumble, but it comes out more pleased than annoyed.
Jeez, fine, he gets the message. The seraph gives himself over to the kiss, deciding to save any complaints until after they're done. Mikleo takes his hand out of Sorey's so that he can loop his arms around his neck. One buries itself in brown hair again like he's addicted to the feeling of his hair between his fingers (spoilers: he is), and the other lightly drags nails up and down along the curve of Sorey's neck.]
[Action] WELL...yes
The tension doesn't go unnoticed. Mikleo makes a note to ensure that Sorey gets an actual massage at some point in the near future. It won't be the first time, and he doubts it'll be the last. Not that the seraph minds, all things considered.
Mikleo squeaks quietly in surprise when he's swept up like that. He grabs onto Sorey's shoulder to steady himself and glares at him while blushing bright scarlet, though there's no real heat in it. ...Well, there's a heat, but not a truly angry heat. He's definitely about to complain and gets about as far as opening his mouth a little bit, but that just gives Sorey the perfect opportunity to shut him up with a kiss. The seraph tries to go for an annoyed grumble, but it comes out more pleased than annoyed.
Jeez, fine, he gets the message. The seraph gives himself over to the kiss, deciding to save any complaints until after they're done. Mikleo takes his hand out of Sorey's so that he can loop his arms around his neck. One buries itself in brown hair again like he's addicted to the feeling of his hair between his fingers (spoilers: he is), and the other lightly drags nails up and down along the curve of Sorey's neck.]