[Sephiroth very nearly melts into the way Angeal's palm frames his cheek, running his thumb over its curve. He's always been a bit touch-starved, but it's never been more apparent than it is right now. Slowly, it's starting to sink in that he's allowed to have this-- that Angeal wants to give it freely.]
Hm. [Angeal's remark earns him a little hum of a laugh.] Well... if you're not satisfied by my answer, perhaps I can find another way to reassure you.
[He'll be bypassing that remark to move elsewhere for the moment, because he's sliding his arm from around Angeal's shoulders and taking a fistful from the front of his collar instead. Despite the slightly rough gesture, he's incredibly gentle when he pulls the other man closer towards him. There's only a moment of hesitation, of doubt-- Sephiroth isn't exactly privy to how these sorts of things are supposed to work. Just what little he's seen in movies, read in books. He hadn't even really been particularly interested in trying until he met Angeal.
But he's hoping it's romantic enough - and that he's not marring the moment with his weird socially awkward tendencies - when he decisively tilts his head and closes the rest of the distance between their mouths. It's a sweet little thing, this kiss. Sephiroth is careful not to ask for too much, keeping the motions of his lips simple and tender.
The only thing that betrays Sephiroth's measured gesture is the way his fingers start to tangle in Angeal's hair, a hint silent yearning that comes awfully close to urgency-- almost as if he's afraid to let him stray too far from him again.]
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Hm. [Angeal's remark earns him a little hum of a laugh.] Well... if you're not satisfied by my answer, perhaps I can find another way to reassure you.
[He'll be bypassing that remark to move elsewhere for the moment, because he's sliding his arm from around Angeal's shoulders and taking a fistful from the front of his collar instead. Despite the slightly rough gesture, he's incredibly gentle when he pulls the other man closer towards him. There's only a moment of hesitation, of doubt-- Sephiroth isn't exactly privy to how these sorts of things are supposed to work. Just what little he's seen in movies, read in books. He hadn't even really been particularly interested in trying until he met Angeal.
But he's hoping it's romantic enough - and that he's not marring the moment with his weird socially awkward tendencies - when he decisively tilts his head and closes the rest of the distance between their mouths. It's a sweet little thing, this kiss. Sephiroth is careful not to ask for too much, keeping the motions of his lips simple and tender.
The only thing that betrays Sephiroth's measured gesture is the way his fingers start to tangle in Angeal's hair, a hint silent yearning that comes awfully close to urgency-- almost as if he's afraid to let him stray too far from him again.]