[It's very much involuntary, the little sound that ends up jarring itself out of Sephiroth's throat when Angeal pulls him even tighter, keenly aware of how closely their hips are pushed together and the way his legs end up having to wrap around the other man when they lift off the ground. Oh dear... what a compromising position he's just found himself in.
His face - his whole body, really - heats up, but he manages to keep his well-practiced composure and not let his mind wander... too much. It skips for the briefest moment to how Angeal might feel settled in between his legs like this in... ahem, other and certainly more provocative situations-- only for him to immediately and almost frantically rip that train of train away to something far less inappropriate, dear god. Whoops.
Please don't comment on how turned on he is. Please.
In fact, he's going to pretend - with great determination - like nothing happened, and focus instead on... that scrap of paper that just wafted to the ground. It's almost convincing, too-- how unbothered he tries to pretend he is. If Angeal didn't know him well enough to be able to pick that sort of thing apart, that is. But he's banking on Angeal being merciful, as he often is.]
Impressive. I'll take that as a victory. Have you been practicing?
[Internal panic and a desperate attempt to distract them aside, he does mean it. He's quite taken with that wing of Angeal's, honestly.]
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His face - his whole body, really - heats up, but he manages to keep his well-practiced composure and not let his mind wander... too much. It skips for the briefest moment to how Angeal might feel settled in between his legs like this in... ahem, other and certainly more provocative situations-- only for him to immediately and almost frantically rip that train of train away to something far less inappropriate, dear god. Whoops.
Please don't comment on how turned on he is. Please.
In fact, he's going to pretend - with great determination - like nothing happened, and focus instead on... that scrap of paper that just wafted to the ground. It's almost convincing, too-- how unbothered he tries to pretend he is. If Angeal didn't know him well enough to be able to pick that sort of thing apart, that is. But he's banking on Angeal being merciful, as he often is.]
Impressive. I'll take that as a victory. Have you been practicing?
[Internal panic and a desperate attempt to distract them aside, he does mean it. He's quite taken with that wing of Angeal's, honestly.]