[To be so tenderly beheld this way-- it's such a foreign and intoxicating feeling. Every little touch Angeal offers is laden with affection and sweetness, speaking loudly for his heart. It feels silly to have not known how Angeal felt all this time when he holds him like this, looking at him like he's seen the stars for the first time.
He savors that lingering kiss, the way their foreheads gently bump together afterwards and their breaths mingle. Happy, even, Angeal asserts, and-- knowing that he was able to provide that joy soothes some deeply buried ache in Sephiroth's chest.]
Oh? I had intended to move, but... [After his plan to kiss Angeal, of course. His eyes wander a bit, drinking in the way the other man has leaned back to make space for him. And with that encouraging little tug at his waist? He's a lot less inclined to get up now.
He's generally tried not to let his mind wander overmuch to self-indulgent thoughts about what Angeal feels like to touch, to kiss, to... straddle. But he'd be lying if he said he didn't find himself hooked into them from time to time, especially after a sparring session or a quiet moment of camaraderie together.
And not having to wonder a moment longer? Far be it from him to refuse.
Sephiroth's lips curve into a smile that's far more playful this time. He adjusts, parting his legs as he comes forward to sink snugly into Angeal's lap. His pulse quickens a little at the intimacy of it, a warm little flush oh-so-faintly coloring Sephiroth's immaculate face.]
More comfortable, indeed. How thoughtful of you.
[He pauses, giving Angeal's collar another little tug.]
And you'll tell me if you're uncomfortable, correct? [A soft chuckle. He knows Angeal would probably just as soon let his legs fall off before he inconvenienced him, but--] I'm not particularly keen on dragging you around if your legs fall asleep.
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He savors that lingering kiss, the way their foreheads gently bump together afterwards and their breaths mingle. Happy, even, Angeal asserts, and-- knowing that he was able to provide that joy soothes some deeply buried ache in Sephiroth's chest.]
Oh? I had intended to move, but... [After his plan to kiss Angeal, of course. His eyes wander a bit, drinking in the way the other man has leaned back to make space for him. And with that encouraging little tug at his waist? He's a lot less inclined to get up now.
He's generally tried not to let his mind wander overmuch to self-indulgent thoughts about what Angeal feels like to touch, to kiss, to... straddle. But he'd be lying if he said he didn't find himself hooked into them from time to time, especially after a sparring session or a quiet moment of camaraderie together.
And not having to wonder a moment longer? Far be it from him to refuse.
Sephiroth's lips curve into a smile that's far more playful this time. He adjusts, parting his legs as he comes forward to sink snugly into Angeal's lap. His pulse quickens a little at the intimacy of it, a warm little flush oh-so-faintly coloring Sephiroth's immaculate face.]
More comfortable, indeed. How thoughtful of you.
[He pauses, giving Angeal's collar another little tug.]
And you'll tell me if you're uncomfortable, correct? [A soft chuckle. He knows Angeal would probably just as soon let his legs fall off before he inconvenienced him, but--] I'm not particularly keen on dragging you around if your legs fall asleep.