Seel had been working himself against Swift's fingers and protested a little at their removal. Feeling Swift's lips against him, he opened himself up, accepting what Swift gave of himself. He was desperate, they both were. He felt his fingers fall away, one hand on Swift's shoulder. He needed this, he was so much better when you were here Swift. He missed you touching him, pulling him back, grounding him. It was too hard when he was alone. At least for this long. Seel only hoped Swift felt some of those things too, despite not having been apart for as long as it had been for Seel.

Swift tasted so sweet and familiar, something he'd missed and been without for so long he almost forgotten the taste and scent. And then it was back and as beautiful and comforting and safe as it had ever been.

Seel whined a little under Swift, as wanting as aroused as he was, no thanks to his chesnari's teasing fingers. He didn't think he could talk, you'd finally done it Swift.