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[Sorey opens the door, shuffles off his boots and then closes the door behind him. He talks a little as he does so.]

I don't think I've done an item synthesis before. Can you show me how it--

[He lifts his eyes to meet lavender ones and halts entirely. That's... that's Mikleo. In a dress. This keeps happening. Why does this keep happening?

Whatever he's about to say evaporates entirely, and he's left gawking.]

[Mikleo is more than aware of how the crossdressing keeps happening. He's waiting for it to stop some time soon. Still, the gawking isn't a reaction he's used to from Sorey. The seraph frowns at him slightly in concern and tilts his head curiously. Maybe it's just shock?]

Yeah, I know. I can't take this or the necklace off until after the synthesis is complete.

[Hence why he refuses to leave the room.]

Are...you okay?

Uh--

[He feels like his brain is spinning its wheels. He covers his mouth and forces himself to look away for a moment as he tries to collect himself.]

I'm fine! I'm fine. [He's just discovered his first real kink that's all. HE'S FINE EVERYTHING IS F I N E] You're just... you're gorgeous.

[He is so red right now.]

[Well. That gets Mikleo to go scarlet. He does the same gesture, covering his mouth and looking up at the ceiling.]

I...I guess it's not as embarrassing as my other outfit.

[The water seraph will at least give it that much. Either way, he slides his hand off his face and looks back at Sorey.]

A-anyway, the process is simple. We just exchange mana while I keep these on me. Some methods I think speed up the process. The longest I've heard is a few hours if you hold hands.

[He hesitates, watching Mikleo, then comes closer. He reaches for one of Mikleo's hands and marvels at how nicely it fits inside of his own.]

I guess we could hold hands for a few hours. I don't mind.

[He smiles shyly and looks back up at Mikleo.]

But I-- [kind of, definitely, very much]-- want to kiss you...

[He sounds the tiniest bit petulant.]

[Mikleo doesn't hesitate to thread his fingers between Sorey's when his hand is taken. Somehow, he's not surprised in the slightest that his partner will mind. Yet, the blush doesn't leave him, especially after Sorey says that about kissing. A small, softly amused smile does lift his lips, though.]

I suppose you can do that, too.

[It's a gentle tease to counter his tiny bit of petulance. He reaches up with his free hand to thread his fingers in messy, brown hair. Mikleo has to stand on his tiptoes in order to initiate the kiss, but whatever it's fine. ~~Gods, he hates being so short.~~]

[He knows he doesn't have to ask permission to kiss Mikleo, but it seems polite when the seraph is obviously uncomfortable. He can see some of that discomfort ease right before his eyes, though, and his own heart eases in turn. He's happy to meet Mikleo halfway. His mana isn't any great amount since he's just a Pawn, and he doesn't have any special attributes he can lend to the synthesis, but it's better than nothing.

He lingers in the kiss a while until his body reminds him that he has to breathe. He pulls away slightly, cheeks flushed, green eyes as bright as anything.]

Is it working? I can't tell.

[Thank Amenoch for Sorey meeting him halfway. Mikleo does relax more as they kiss, feeling like their privacy is safe enough. Honestly, the other outfit isn't so bad, even if it shows off more leg than he cares for. This...it hugs his body pretty tightly in all the right places to make it comfortable to wear, but not comfortable for anyone outside of his partner to see him in.

Lavender eyes flutter open to meet bright emerald when the brunet pulls away.]

Yeah, it's working. [All things considered, it's not terribly surprising that Mikleo is a little more sensitive to mana exchange.] ...thanks, by the way, for helping me out.

[Sorey feels a little bit like he's glowing, but he knows it's Mikleo who really sparkles right now-- metaphorically and literally. That's a very nice, very sparkly dress. His free hand settles on the slight curve of the seraph's hip.]

You know I'll never say no to spending time with you. We could be poring over that play or running through a ruin-- or even just like this. I'm not picky, you know.

[He leans in to kiss Mikleo again, but only briefly; his lips are on the move, shifting from his cheek to the line of his jaw. His voice drops a notch or two, so only Mikleo can hear.]

You really do look lovely.

[Mikleo smiles slightly. It's not surprising, considering that's how they've spent the entirety of Sorey's life. Or, well, his life as a human.]

Yeah, well, this isn't exactly something normal for us to spend time on.

[Not that he's complaining. Much. The seraph does want to spend as much time as he can with Sorey before they go back to their home world.

Mikleo kisses back, of course, and shivers when his partner's lips go from his cheek to his jawline. He can feel his heart quickening its pace, especially at the way Sorey says those words.]

I don't think the colors suit me much.

[The style kind of does, and it does make him miss the outfit he used to wear on their journey.]

Edited (SORRY I HAD WRITER'S REGRET) 2016-09-23 01:07 (UTC)

[He chuckles gently into Mikleo's hair. Of course the seraph finds something to complain about. Maybe it's true that red and pink aren't Mikleo's colors, but Sorey just... adores him. He could wear a paper bag and Sorey wouldn't find him any less pleasing to look at.]

If they did, would you want to go outside with it on? Maybe if there's another party I can go with you.

[It's a good question. Surely Mikleo isn't the first ridiculously-gorgeous being to walk Caissa wearing a dress. And, really, Sorey doesn't give a single fuck about gender norms; being outmatched by a princess wearing booty shorts tends to do that. Also he would get to show off Mikleo to everyone.

He doesn't wait for an answer, though-- he's leaving kisses down the lines of Mikleo's throat, alternating between teeth and tongue.]

[Mikleo huffs. He's about to give a verbal response, but Sorey disrupts that notion by giving attention to his neck. His hands grip at him tighter and a soft moan is made in the back of his throat. The seraph tilts his head to expose more of his neck to his partner.

But he still asked a question that Mikleo has to reply to!!]

M-maybe only in private, considering your reaction.

[In fairness, Sorey will likely react the same if he wears something that looks good on him and is more masculine. Being polite about it while in public will be the hardest part for the brunet.

Mikleo slides his hand down from his brown hair to the back of his neck. He presses his fingers into the muscles there, massaging them gently.]

It just took me by surprise, that's all.

[Mikleo feels very nice like this. Hopefully his roommate doesn't come back, but if he does, well. Too bad. It's item synthesis, and it requires a bit more than hand-holding if either of them want to get on with their lives.

He groans lightly at the fingers working into his neck. For someone who is so cheerful, he tends to be awfully tense, like all the worry that he denies himself takes root in his body. It's just one more reason why those little touches between them were so important on the journey. Maybe another day he'll just stretch out and let Mikleo dismantle him properly-- but right now, he's focused on the seraph's enjoyment. Not his own.

Sorey dips and turns, slips an arm beneath Mikleo's knees and sweeps him up into an embrace. Embarrassing? Probably. Does he care? Not with that look on his face, surely. He steps across the short distance to Mikleo's bed and lets him down gently, and his intent is to stifle any complaints with a kiss.

Shut up and take my mana, you tsundere.]

[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.]

[Sorey groans pleasantly against the seraph's lips as he feels nails against his neck. It's a tiny vain thing, but he's been using conditioner more since they have access to it, and... uh... since Mikleo spends so much time with his hands in it lately... It means adding three minutes to his shower routine, but that's fine. It's worth it.

He lets himself down on his knees so that he's straddling Mikleo shamelessly. Kissing is probably his favorite part of the whole thing, so he takes his time, tastes the inside of Mikleo's lip and offers up his own. His hands are anything but idle, however. He touches the delicate feather necklace at Mikleo's throat before moving on, stroking his chest through the fabric of the dress, seeking something that will make his other half gasp or cry out.]

[It's absolutely worth it to Mikleo, since Sorey's hair feels soft as a result of the conditioner. He has more of an excuse to run his fingers through it, tangling them in chestnut strands and loving every second of it.

The seraph hums softly, shifting so that they're both comfortable with his partner straddling him. He's more than happy to taste Sorey and be tasted in turn, meeting his tongue halfway with his own. Mikleo nips at the tip every time Sorey's tongue retreats. He arches slightly in his partner's hands, and gasps softly when his hands run over his nipples.]

[He tilts his head into the hair-touches a bit, but not enough to disturb the kiss. It's always a nice change of pace when Mikleo touches him. He feels a bit like they're making up for lost time, and maybe they are; when they're sent home, inevitably, Sorey will go back to sleeping and Mikleo will be alone again. Sorey isn't even sure he'll wake up... so... he wants to make every moment count. He'll never take Mikleo for granted again.

He traces the seraph's nubs through the satin, slowly and insistently, trying to draw out more of those lovely noises. Eventually his right hand breaks away and shifts downward to stroke Mikleo's waist. He might not have the exaggerated curves of a woman but that's never bothered Sorey any. Mikleo is Mikleo, and Sorey loves him thoroughly, unquestioningly. If Mikleo were a girl-- well, that wouldn't change a thing.]

[YOU CAME IN LIKE A WREEEECKING BAAAALL]

Edited (lbr here it's not Mikleo who came in like a wrecking ball) 2016-09-24 00:30 (UTC)

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