[Angeal pulls him closer, tightens his grip around his waist and back, and it takes everything Sephiroth has not to lurch into him. He'd almost forgotten what those strong hands felt like, pressing firmly against him and holding him flush against the other man. Even with the barrier of leather between their skin, the mere pressure of his fingers is enough to set him on fire.
He thought he'd accepted that he'd never feel Angeal's touch again, but... he's not so sure anymore. He doesn't know if it's the fury or the desire that's consuming him. Maybe it's both.
Starting with giving all of myself to you, Angeal says, promising not to keep taking from him like the rest of the world had, and just like that, the little bit left of Sephiroth that's holding him composed splays apart at the seams. He doesn't have the words for any of this-- so perhaps action will suffice in its stead. It's not gentle when his free hand flies up, fingers biting into Angeal's jaw, and pushes his head back. It's even less so when Sephiroth crashes his mouth against Angeal's, kissing him furiously like he'll otherwise starve.]
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He thought he'd accepted that he'd never feel Angeal's touch again, but... he's not so sure anymore. He doesn't know if it's the fury or the desire that's consuming him. Maybe it's both.
Starting with giving all of myself to you, Angeal says, promising not to keep taking from him like the rest of the world had, and just like that, the little bit left of Sephiroth that's holding him composed splays apart at the seams. He doesn't have the words for any of this-- so perhaps action will suffice in its stead. It's not gentle when his free hand flies up, fingers biting into Angeal's jaw, and pushes his head back. It's even less so when Sephiroth crashes his mouth against Angeal's, kissing him furiously like he'll otherwise starve.]