[Angeal's bare fingers find their way to Sephiroth's exposed chest, dragging down his skin-- and he swears they leave his skin scorched in their wake. Add that to those delectable noises Angeal has begun to make, the way he groans softly but with such urgency-- well, it certainly leaves Sephiroth's body aching with want. He starts to protest when Angeal inevitably pulls his hand away, but he can't find it in him to complain too much when both hands end up pressed against his hips.
It does, however, make him realize how deeply he yearns for skin-to-skin contact, and for the first time, he's begrudging how much of his body he keeps concealed under many layers of clothing. He's a little at war with himself-- torn between wanting to shed some of it and being reluctant to separate himself from Angeal long enough to do so. Either way, he's not going to last too long like this. Touch-starved and repressed as he is, he's already coming apart at the seams, losing himself in a heady daze. His immaculate composure has all but dissolved, and while that would normally be something he'd find worthy of shame, he just... can't be bothered.
Perhaps he'll be more embarrassed of the way he's nearly fallen apart after the fact-- of the way his breaths have begun to come out in shorter excited pants the more Angeal meets his rhythm, of the way he barely strangles back a moan when Angeal digs his fingers into his hips and thrusts against him.
Right now? He's more than happy to let himself be wrapped up in this wondrous thing he'd never quite allowed himself to want so badly.
His skin is practically on fire, and he's ravenous for more contact. He'll compromise with his earlier indecision by electing to at least get Angeal's pants pulled off his hips.] Just a moment... [Sephiroth takes this time to free his hands of their leathery prisons before he adjusts his position and slides one hand down between them. It's more to give an indication of his intentions more than anything-- to carefully slow the motions of Angeal's hips rather than jarring them to an unsatisfying stop. Indulgently, he'll press his palm against Angeal's bulge for a moment, letting his hand knead to and fro between his legs-- a little apology to make up for taking pressure away when he scoots his own hips back a bit. His endeavor to remove Angeal's pants is stopped short when his hand eventually slides back up and is met with not only one but two belts. And that's not including the suspenders Angeal happens to be sporting on top of it. It's never occurred to him how annoying the standard SOLDIER uniform is until now, and this realization is met with a grunt of impatient exasperation.]
Must you wear so many belts?
[In the heat of the moment, he - of course - fails to recognize his own hypocrisy. He's far more annoyed at the effort it's taking just to gain access to Angeal's pants, resolving that if he can just get them unzipped and opened, he'll be satisfied. He has to undo the loops on both belts, but he bypasses the suspenders entirely by sliding his fingers under the suspender's harness, finding the button clasping his pants shut, and deftly undoing it. Thankfully, standard issue SOLDIER pants are fairly spacious, so once he gets them unzipped, he's able to open them a fair bit.
Pleased with his little victory, he goes right ahead and slips his now-bare hand in, pushing Angeal's underwear down until he's exposed his cock. With a satisfied hum, he wraps his hand firmly around him, letting his fingers press curiously along his length. He'll gladly continue what they started in a moment, but for now, he just wants to... admire. Take a little moment to appreciate the way Angeal's face is wracked with pleasure and awe, those beautiful stormy eyes heavy-lidded with dizziness.]
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It does, however, make him realize how deeply he yearns for skin-to-skin contact, and for the first time, he's begrudging how much of his body he keeps concealed under many layers of clothing. He's a little at war with himself-- torn between wanting to shed some of it and being reluctant to separate himself from Angeal long enough to do so. Either way, he's not going to last too long like this. Touch-starved and repressed as he is, he's already coming apart at the seams, losing himself in a heady daze. His immaculate composure has all but dissolved, and while that would normally be something he'd find worthy of shame, he just... can't be bothered.
Perhaps he'll be more embarrassed of the way he's nearly fallen apart after the fact-- of the way his breaths have begun to come out in shorter excited pants the more Angeal meets his rhythm, of the way he barely strangles back a moan when Angeal digs his fingers into his hips and thrusts against him.
Right now? He's more than happy to let himself be wrapped up in this wondrous thing he'd never quite allowed himself to want so badly.
His skin is practically on fire, and he's ravenous for more contact. He'll compromise with his earlier indecision by electing to at least get Angeal's pants pulled off his hips.] Just a moment... [Sephiroth takes this time to free his hands of their leathery prisons before he adjusts his position and slides one hand down between them. It's more to give an indication of his intentions more than anything-- to carefully slow the motions of Angeal's hips rather than jarring them to an unsatisfying stop. Indulgently, he'll press his palm against Angeal's bulge for a moment, letting his hand knead to and fro between his legs-- a little apology to make up for taking pressure away when he scoots his own hips back a bit. His endeavor to remove Angeal's pants is stopped short when his hand eventually slides back up and is met with not only one but two belts. And that's not including the suspenders Angeal happens to be sporting on top of it. It's never occurred to him how annoying the standard SOLDIER uniform is until now, and this realization is met with a grunt of impatient exasperation.]
Must you wear so many belts?
[In the heat of the moment, he - of course - fails to recognize his own hypocrisy. He's far more annoyed at the effort it's taking just to gain access to Angeal's pants, resolving that if he can just get them unzipped and opened, he'll be satisfied. He has to undo the loops on both belts, but he bypasses the suspenders entirely by sliding his fingers under the suspender's harness, finding the button clasping his pants shut, and deftly undoing it. Thankfully, standard issue SOLDIER pants are fairly spacious, so once he gets them unzipped, he's able to open them a fair bit.
Pleased with his little victory, he goes right ahead and slips his now-bare hand in, pushing Angeal's underwear down until he's exposed his cock. With a satisfied hum, he wraps his hand firmly around him, letting his fingers press curiously along his length. He'll gladly continue what they started in a moment, but for now, he just wants to... admire. Take a little moment to appreciate the way Angeal's face is wracked with pleasure and awe, those beautiful stormy eyes heavy-lidded with dizziness.]
That's better, don't you think?