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i have died everyday waiting for you
[ mikleo can't get the door open to sorey's home fast enough. they've managed to keep it casual on the way back to elysia, but now they're alone, it's dark and mikleo needs. he needs sorey, he's missed him so, so much and more than anything, he needs to be with him.
that's why, as soon as they're alone, really alone, the door closed and the room dark with the exception of the moonlight pouring in through the windows, mikleo is launching himself at sorey, enough to make them both stumble across the floor, barely managing to keep upright.
his hands are on his face, cupping his cheeks as he quickly leans forward and presses his lips haphazardly against sorey's. it's the least coordinated or neat kiss, but it's a kiss, it's contact, and that's what matters.
there are so many things to take in: sorey is back and he's a seraph now, just like mikleo, and they never have to be apart again. they can always spend time like this together from now on, but still, mikleo kisses sorey like he's going to lose him all over again. he knows he isn't going to, that there will never be another silent, unspoken goodbye between them like there was all those years ago.
they need to make up for those years, those 700 long years, and that's what mikleo plans to do tonight. he hopes sorey isn't too surprised, what with the silence that grew between them once arriving at sorey's home, fleeting glances exchanged between the two of them even as sorey smiled warmly at mikleo when he had softly spoken, welcome home.
he's so into it that he forgets to breathe through his nose while kissing sorey, and mikleo parts from him to take some deep breaths, lashes lowered as the warmth radiates between them. ]
Sorey.
that's why, as soon as they're alone, really alone, the door closed and the room dark with the exception of the moonlight pouring in through the windows, mikleo is launching himself at sorey, enough to make them both stumble across the floor, barely managing to keep upright.
his hands are on his face, cupping his cheeks as he quickly leans forward and presses his lips haphazardly against sorey's. it's the least coordinated or neat kiss, but it's a kiss, it's contact, and that's what matters.
there are so many things to take in: sorey is back and he's a seraph now, just like mikleo, and they never have to be apart again. they can always spend time like this together from now on, but still, mikleo kisses sorey like he's going to lose him all over again. he knows he isn't going to, that there will never be another silent, unspoken goodbye between them like there was all those years ago.
they need to make up for those years, those 700 long years, and that's what mikleo plans to do tonight. he hopes sorey isn't too surprised, what with the silence that grew between them once arriving at sorey's home, fleeting glances exchanged between the two of them even as sorey smiled warmly at mikleo when he had softly spoken, welcome home.
he's so into it that he forgets to breathe through his nose while kissing sorey, and mikleo parts from him to take some deep breaths, lashes lowered as the warmth radiates between them. ]
Sorey.
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he'll do anything to make up for that lost time. anything. spend as much time with mikleo as possible, and then even more than that. it isn't because he feels like he has to, it's because he wants to. he wants to see everything that mikleo saw while he was sleeping, explore everything that mikleo did, and then see the world with him all over agian.
even if he had been sleeping all that time, he feels the same as mikleo - like he missed him all that time. perhaps he may have dreamt of him then - no, he knows he must have. how else would he have missed him so much? ]
Mikleo. [ their breathless, but sorey starts laughing anyways. he's so happy. he's happy to be here with him. and finally, sorey says those words back to mikleo: ]
I'm home.
[ hands move to bury themselves into long hair, fingers tangling into ponytail gently. he pushes himself closer. ]
Again? Please. [ he wants nothing more than to feel those lips on his own already. ]
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and then sorey says it: i'm home, and mikleo does cry, again, not big wet tears but a few that trickle down his cheeks. he's happy, too. the happiest he's probably ever been in his entire short life. short for a seraph, anyway. mikleo's voice is quiet when he answers sorey, fingers tangling gently in his hair. ]
You're home.
[ and sorey's also said again and please and who is mikleo to deny him that? and maybe, a little more selfishly, to deny himself that?
of course, they're on the same wavelength, even after all this time; mikleo is taking his gloves off as he presses his forehead to sorey's, tossing them to the floor because he wants to feel sorey's warmer skin in his slightly cooler hands. mikleo finally gives them what they both want, kisses him again, longing and filled with hundreds of years worth of yearning.
it's not long enough, when mikleo parts from him again, not intimate enough, but they have plans. mikleo honestly wouldn't mind having sex with sorey right here, in front of the doorway, time having matured him and changed his views on things. a little desperation might be part of the equation, too. he thinks on it again and supposes they should do this properly, though, and mikleo is taking sorey toward his bed, steps a little fast-paced.
he turns to face sorey, kisses him again, quick. he stays close to sorey, bangs mussed, circlet on his forehead peeking out from them. ]
Tell me-- Tell me if this is too fast.
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of course, they've always been on the same wavelength. with the way that mikleo had been kissing him earlier, what he wanted to do was already in his mind - rather, the possibilities of what mikleo wanted to already raced through his mind. but, this--
his slides his hands to find mikleo's, taking them into his hands - admiring how warm and soft and how he was holding mikleo's hands after all this time. ]
I'm ready. [ no. ] It kind of feels like I've been ready.
[ he shifts to sit on that bed, tugging at those hands. ]
C'mere.
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I'm here.
[ there's no need to say anything back other than that, not when sorey is beckoning him closer and mikleo wants nothing more than to be close. mikleo just furrows his brows in desperation, striding forward and putting one hand on the bed next to sorey as he settles himself in his lap, straddling him.
it might not have been what sorey meant by come here, but this is where mikleo wants to be. tangling his fingers in the back of sorey's hair, mikleo tilts his head up with a gentle motion, but his kiss is a little more than that. he works sorey's mouth open with the experience he's only had since being with sorey so long ago, and like something long-practiced, he hasn't forgotten how to do it.
he's never kissed anyone else. knows it would only feel right if it were sorey. it had to be sorey. ]
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he's so grateful for that.
his hands move to mikleo's waist, near instantly pulling him closer, and he kisses back, mouth parting willingly to allow that kiss to further deepen. it's sloppy and wet but warm and perfect to sorey at the same time. it doesn't matter how out of practice mikleo is, sorey loves kissing him regardless.
hands squeeze waist, making a quiet, pleased sound against the kiss. he hopes that it's encouraging. the last thing he wants is mikleo to hesitate. sorey wants to take all the affection that mikleo has to offer for him - wants to return everything he can in response. ]
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there's not much resistance from mikleo when sorey pulls him close, if any at all. he's eager to get closer to sorey, as close as possible, and even this isn't enough. mikleo desperately wants to feel skin on skin, but he's struggling a little. does he take this slow, or do they rush? there are benefits to both; taking it slow means that they can both feel everything, ever little bit of each other and rushing means more satisfaction, faster.
mikleo's thoughts are interrupted when he hears that small, pleased noise and he parts from sorey, looking him over. he doesn't want quiet. it might be too soon for sorey to be all that into it, for him to be loud, but mikleo doesn't want him to be quiet if he doesn't want to be.
he takes him by the shoulders, presses their foreheads together. ]
... I don't want you to hold back, no matter what.
[ what he says can be taken many ways, and each way would probably be correct. mikleo has grown. he's a little bolder, a little more okay with asking for what he wants and being straightforward. sorey can probably and will probably still embarrass him, his pure heart mikleo's weakness-- sorey is his weakness-- but that's alright, too. ]
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[ mikleo doesn't need to ask that twice. sorey feels like he's waited long enough or this, too. long enough to want to kiss him over and over again - to touch and rememorize his skin. he knows that it's more than likely that mikleo feels that desperation far more than sorey does. but, more than that - more than anything - he wants to reassure and let mikleo know that he's here. he's here and he's not going anywhere. not now - not when they could spend forever together now.
he presses another kiss to lips, brief and gentle - a vast difference in how he was just kissing mikleo. ]
I love you. I love you so much, Mikleo.
[ his hands feel up and down sides, wanting to know how much mikleo has changed - what 700 years have done. he wants to resume what they had before he went to sleep, and he wants to make up for all their lost time. he wants so much, but most of all he wants to take everything that mikleo has to offer to him. ]
Don't-- Don't feel like you have to hold back, either. I'll take everything, Mikleo. [ he presses another kiss to cheek, trailing mouth to the side of mikleo's face, only to find lips once more. ]
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I love you, too, Sorey. More than anything.
[ closing his eyes as sorey runs his hands up his sides, mikleo revels in the feeling of sorey's hands on him. he thinks about how saying i love you used to be difficult for him, or at least rare. now mikleo thinks he could keep saying it until sorey has to kiss him quiet.
he wants to tell sorey that he doesn't plan to hold back, but his mouth has found mikleo's again, and he doesn't want to break the kiss again just yet. this time, when he works sorey's mouth open, he lets his tongue glide against sorey's, wet and hot. mikleo starts to lean forward, against sorey, and even still clothed, he can feel the warmth between them. he missed being this close. not to just anyone, but to sorey. ]
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the words make his heart swell and butterflies dance in his stomach. he thinks that he could hear again and again and he'd never grow tired of hearing it. it's a mutual feeling. he loves mikleo more than anything, more than anyone - and can and never wanted to imagine life without him by his side.
sorey presses tongue against tongue before he sucks on it, only to once against move his lips against mikleo's once more. slowly, his hands move underneath jacket and then up under black undershirt, fingers taking in the feeling of soft stomach, and then upwards to firmer muscles.
he wants to take their time with this, but at the same time, he wants to hurry this, as well. right now, all he wants is to show mikleo how much he loves him. ]
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he whines against sorey's mouth when his hands drift across his stomach and then up to his chest. sorey's fingers aren't calloused anymore, and that's kind of strange. it doesn't bother mikleo, but it's different, and briefly mikleo lets himself think about how happy he is that sorey remembered him over everything else.
reluctantly pulling away, mikleo rises to his feet, stands himself in front of sorey. he grips the bottom of his undershirt with both hands, pulls it over his head in one swift motion. it loosens and messes up his ponytail, just a little, but mikleo can't bring himself to care.
easing back into sorey's lap, he grasps one of his hands in his own, and places that hand over where his heart races, on his bare chest. mikleo wants sorey to know exactly how he feels, exactly how excited he is, exactly how much he needs him. ]
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when sorey feels how hard mikleo's heart is beating, his expression shifts, becoming one full of adoration and love. it's beating so fast - it's so full of life - sorey can't help but love how it feels under his palm. in return, he lifts mikleo's hands to his own chest, wanting to feel how quickly his own heart was beating. it was because of mikleo.
he needed him just as much - if not moreso, but he wants to tell mikleo that he's here. that he won't go anywhere. ]
Back then. [ he starts quietly. ] I think I must've thought about you almost the entire time I was asleep. There's no way that I wouldn't.