[ Angeal does not struggle or flinch at the rough hold on his chin, and he certainly doesn't try to keep back from the kiss, rough and hungry and ungentle as it is.
In fact, after a few moments, he moans into it, half melting against Sephiroth's body and kissing back, just as hungrily. He lets Sephiroth take the lead, but he meets him halfway. Not letting the kiss be a conquest and surrender, but staking a claim that they are equals. That Sephiroth has him back fully, not as a toy, but as a partner.
And...
A part of him, the part that is exhausted from fighting against the darkness and despair and loneliness for all these years, the part that gave up once, and has been slowly, hopelessly keeping him moving forward? Properly sparks up to life for the first time since Genesis dropped the knowledge on him.
Sephiroth wants him, still.
After... he returned to himself, post the rejection by the Lifestream, when he began to learn about things, he had... thought it might be the case. But he had not properly allowed himself to hope, not even as he was offering himself to Sephiroth just now.
But Sephiroth wants him. Sephiroth, who has been made larger than life, more powerful than any person born to a woman - with all that power, and all that pain, and all weight upon him, Sephiroth wants him still.
When the kiss breaks, eventually, his eyes half-open to drink in the sight he's missed so badly. ]
Yes.
[ That kiss was not a question.
But Sephiroth needs to know that, whatever he needs right now, whatever he takes, he has Angeal's consent. Certain. Enthusiastic, even.
Right now, Sephiroth might not care.
Later, he likely will.
And he leans in for another kiss.
They have all the time, but there are so many years to make up for. There will be time for gentleness later. There will be time for Angeal to find ways to take all Sephiroth's pain away, slowly, systematically luring his mind into peacefulness.
Now, it is passion and fury and need, and he's fine with that. ]
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In fact, after a few moments, he moans into it, half melting against Sephiroth's body and kissing back, just as hungrily. He lets Sephiroth take the lead, but he meets him halfway. Not letting the kiss be a conquest and surrender, but staking a claim that they are equals. That Sephiroth has him back fully, not as a toy, but as a partner.
And...
A part of him, the part that is exhausted from fighting against the darkness and despair and loneliness for all these years, the part that gave up once, and has been slowly, hopelessly keeping him moving forward? Properly sparks up to life for the first time since Genesis dropped the knowledge on him.
Sephiroth wants him, still.
After... he returned to himself, post the rejection by the Lifestream, when he began to learn about things, he had... thought it might be the case. But he had not properly allowed himself to hope, not even as he was offering himself to Sephiroth just now.
But Sephiroth wants him. Sephiroth, who has been made larger than life, more powerful than any person born to a woman - with all that power, and all that pain, and all weight upon him, Sephiroth wants him still.
When the kiss breaks, eventually, his eyes half-open to drink in the sight he's missed so badly. ]
Yes.
[ That kiss was not a question.
But Sephiroth needs to know that, whatever he needs right now, whatever he takes, he has Angeal's consent. Certain. Enthusiastic, even.
Right now, Sephiroth might not care.
Later, he likely will.
And he leans in for another kiss.
They have all the time, but there are so many years to make up for. There will be time for gentleness later. There will be time for Angeal to find ways to take all Sephiroth's pain away, slowly, systematically luring his mind into peacefulness.
Now, it is passion and fury and need, and he's fine with that. ]