[Oh dear... There's something terribly gratifying about the way Angeal looks at him with such surprise and awe when his back is pushed against the couch and he finds himself kissed so tenderly.
It feels even better to have Angeal's arms wrapped around him, his fingers gently tangling in his hair. It seems a bit trite to say that this is better than anything he could have imagined in the rare instances he'd allow himself to indulge, but... it's true. And then Angeal is saying sweet things to him-- every word that Sephiroth has ever longed to hear, but especially... as human as me.
Because... in the end, that's one of many things that had Sephiroth falling irrevocably in love with him. He's never been something "other" to Angeal; he's always just been a man.
But-- then Sephiroth's breath catches as Angeal's hand slides down his back, finding every little dip in his spine even through the leather. That breath stays lodged uselessly in his lungs the moment Angeal's hand wanders further down, finding the curve of his hip and lingering against his thigh. He has to remember to actively breathe by the time that hand reaches his knee, and when the breath finally leaves his body, it does so in the softest:] --oh. [It barely registers when Angeal reaches up to kiss him-- like his brain has short-circuited and fizzled hopelessly out of commission.
He's not even really thinking when one of his hands moves, falling away from Angeal's shoulder to find that wandering hand instead, imploringly urging it back up his thigh. He ends up digging his fingers under the fabric of Angeal's glove in the process, almost hungrily peeling it off his hand. He'll find room to be embarrassed about it when he comes back down to earth, but-- he's just eager to feel those strong fingers pressing against his leg again... and with one less barrier of leather between them.]
I-- [What were they talking about? Sephiroth's all but forgotten, which is... quite unprecedented for him, to be put out of sorts like this. ...Oh-- Angeal Hewley, look what you've done to him. He blinks a couple times, trying to think back over Angeal's words in some muddied half-dizzy cluster of a thought process, before he finally finds words of his own:] Holding this space for you isn't a burden.
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It feels even better to have Angeal's arms wrapped around him, his fingers gently tangling in his hair. It seems a bit trite to say that this is better than anything he could have imagined in the rare instances he'd allow himself to indulge, but... it's true. And then Angeal is saying sweet things to him-- every word that Sephiroth has ever longed to hear, but especially... as human as me.
Because... in the end, that's one of many things that had Sephiroth falling irrevocably in love with him. He's never been something "other" to Angeal; he's always just been a man.
But-- then Sephiroth's breath catches as Angeal's hand slides down his back, finding every little dip in his spine even through the leather. That breath stays lodged uselessly in his lungs the moment Angeal's hand wanders further down, finding the curve of his hip and lingering against his thigh. He has to remember to actively breathe by the time that hand reaches his knee, and when the breath finally leaves his body, it does so in the softest:] --oh. [It barely registers when Angeal reaches up to kiss him-- like his brain has short-circuited and fizzled hopelessly out of commission.
He's not even really thinking when one of his hands moves, falling away from Angeal's shoulder to find that wandering hand instead, imploringly urging it back up his thigh. He ends up digging his fingers under the fabric of Angeal's glove in the process, almost hungrily peeling it off his hand. He'll find room to be embarrassed about it when he comes back down to earth, but-- he's just eager to feel those strong fingers pressing against his leg again... and with one less barrier of leather between them.]
I-- [What were they talking about? Sephiroth's all but forgotten, which is... quite unprecedented for him, to be put out of sorts like this. ...Oh-- Angeal Hewley, look what you've done to him. He blinks a couple times, trying to think back over Angeal's words in some muddied half-dizzy cluster of a thought process, before he finally finds words of his own:] Holding this space for you isn't a burden.