[Sephiroth can't help but watch Angeal with rapt attention. The way he teases him with his palm as he unzips his pants nearly drives him mad, and Angeal taking his sweet time to drag his fingers along his length through the fabric of his underwear drives a sound out of him that he can't quite quantify. Eager, perhaps, with a growl of impatience mixed in.]
Angeal--
[But the moment Angeal's hand fully meets his cock without the barrier of fabric, firmly yet carefully pressing around him and finally providing friction, it's like a lightning bolt arcs up Sephiroth's back. It curves him up and forward, jarring something approaching a pleasured gasp right out of him. He's so unbearably touch-starved, he's surprised and almost embarrassed by the way he's reacting-- his self-control has all but melted away. The sensation - and the reminder that it's Angeal providing it - is enough to make his world spin. And yet, he's razor focused. So much so that his slitted pupils flare out wide, certainly not unlike a cat whose just laid its eyes on something it wants.
He almost doesn't hear what Angeal says next, the way his heart pounds vibrantly in his ears, and it takes him a moment to recalibrate himself and find a coherent stream of thought.
...Right. He'd had a plan.
He lifts a hand and-- for half-second it flutters. He notices immediately, brows furrowed subtly, and stops the tremor with well-practiced control. It's a very fleeting thing - blink and you'll miss it - the way he almost looks annoyed with himself. But he doesn't linger on it, promptly moving that hand to cradle the back of Angeal's head, fingers threading easily through his raven hair. His other hand has shifted underneath Angeal's cock by now, more cupping it than anything. His voice is relatively measured when he finally finds the wherewithal to speak.]
Ah. I... was thinking-- [He's sinking down slowly now-- sliding so close that he has to move his face to the side of Angeal's, lips against his ear. It takes a little adjustment to find the right spot, but he eventually manages to slide the length of his cock against Angeal's, just enough that it makes his breath stutter a little. He adjusts his hand a bit to cradle them both.] --we could try it like this?
[But he, of course, stops there to await Angeal's answer. It seemed like a nice idea in his head, but that doesn't necessarily make it nice in practice, after all.]
[ Angeal smirks a little at the growl, but doesn't slow down further. He wants to make this good, not actually try Sephiroth's patience. So when contact happens - and, oh, it's somehow different to have his hand wrapped around Sephiroth rather than himself - he sinks into sensations, including watching his
Partner. Watching his partner...
get lost for a moment or ten.
(This close, he can see the way his pupils change, and a part of him, a very, very quiet at this time part, does remark that he should have realized Sephiroth is not only human a long, long time ago.) (Then he realizes it doesn't matter. They are here now.)
His hand slows down somewhat, as Sephiroth makes an attempt to speak, then to move, and he adjusts accordingly ... letting his hand slide across Sephiroth's shoulders and hold him close, wrapping the warm palm around the opposite, powerful shoulder.
Sephiroth finishes the thought, the demonstration, the question, and Angeal loses his breath for another moment. Despite it being the most logical option, the fact that it is wanted by Sephiroth still, still is almost too much.
He shifts his hand so his fingers tangle with Sephiroth's, around their joined lengths, and squeezes, very gently. ]
I will very much like that, yes. [ A beat, and then, quieter, a little sheepish. ] Just let me know if it gets too dry for you?
[ ... not that he has anything actually useful. But he can, uh. Spit? That can help a tiny bit. For his part... he can work with dry. Over the last months and months, whenever he has indulged, it has been halfway mixed with punishing himself, so, uh. Sephiroth's comfort levels might be more relevant. ]
[Dear gods, Angeal. If Sephiroth were privy to his thoughts, he might have actually barked a rare laugh and startled them both. But it's not like he has any room to judge. He doesn't exactly know what he's doing, and he fully intended on just Dealing With It. He is, after all, a weird mess of a man whose experience with human intimacy of any kind is close to negligible. Moreover, he knows he's not going to last much longer anyway. If this were going to be a slower, more drawn-out sort of endeavor, he might feel differently.
...Actually, now that they're intimately entangled like this, it occurs to Sephiroth that he doesn't actually know how to... proceed, exactly. He'd planned all the way up to this point, and it does feel good to be pinned together like this, but now-- hm.
He's probably thinking way too hard about the logistics - of who moves first and how much and so on - before he finally just gives up.] Feel free to take the lead. [Just in case Angeal feels comfortable enough to do so.
Otherwise, Sephiroth is going to try and experiment with his movements, albeit awkwardly, starting with the slow and curious roll of hips.]
[ He will get those rare laughs. They have just taken their time to get here and distracting further might just border on frustration. Plus...
He wants to, just for a short little while, not feel entirely a failure.
He'll be the butt of jokes easily, after. Promise.
Besides, he blinks slightly at the ... request? Request, and smiles warmly, nodding, but also lets Sephiroth experiment-- oh. That slide, against his body and against his cock, is so good, and the sound he makes is a low rumble close to a purr, the hand on Sephiroth's shoulder caressing skin, trying to not catch on silvery strands. And, on the other side, he moves their joined hands up and down, and then twisting his wrist a little. Friction and pressure, and attention on how it works on Sephiroth.
... that said... ]
Want to... shift a bit?
[ ... meaning. Sideways, so they're properly stretched on the couch, and he leans a little that way. ]
[It's less that Angeal is anything approaching a joke or a failure, and more that Sephiroth would simply be relieved to know he's not only one feeling like he's floundering hopelessly through this. He's so used to knowing how to gracefully traverse nearly any situation, and having all of that stripped away into raw vulnerability is... quite terrifying. He trusts Angeal, of course, but...
Well. It's a complicated mess of emotions. One that he'd rather not linger on too much if he can help it.
For the time being, he's glad to lose himself in this rush of heat and desire. His head dips a little lower until his face is faintly buried against the curve of Angeal's shoulder, where he's a little more willing to indulge in a muffled but pleasured sound or two as Angeal starts to find a little rhythm and friction with their movements. He's content to follow his lead, only making a small adjustment here and there until--]
--You want to move now? [If Sephiroth sounds a little exasperated-- well. He is, having been jarred out of his reverie a little. It would be more comfortable, true... but the way they're entangled makes movement a little difficult. It's not like Sephiroth has a tiny couch by any means, but it's not exactly the most spacious thing for two mountain-sized men to be rolling about on.
It's with a sigh that he relents.] As you wish. [But then he lifts his head until his mouth finds the stretch of exposed skin between the neckline of Angeal's shirt and his jaw, suckling a rough little kiss into his neck-- teeth and all. An affectionate warning to punctuate his next words:]
You best not let me fall off this couch, Angeal Hewley.
[And then he'll relinquish some of his weight into leaning with him. His fate is in your hands, Angeal. No pressure.]
[ ... leverage, but his thought gets distracted by that sucking, which makes him groan loudly and buck up into their joint hands hard, eyes half rolling back. ]
Goddess, Sephiroth. That feels good.
[ Will it leave a mark? On a SOLDIER's body, probably less than usual, but they will get to those, too.
Then he smiles, softly, and tilts his face down to claim Sephiroth's lips for a long moment. ]
I won't let you fall, not ever, from now on.
[ And yes, that is a promise that goes beyond the couch.
His ... unoccupied arm wraps around Sephiroth's waist, and his wing shifts so he can hold Sephiroth from the other side, and tilts sideways until he can hook his foot on the edge of the couch, and then pushes himself until he's supine on it, with Sephiroth still on top of him. Leaving him the control, but with much easier ability to move. (They are, indeed, a little too large, both, to be comfortable to move on the couch lying sideways. Another time, elsewhere. Besides... he likes to feal Sephiroth's weight on top of himself, he wonders if Sephiroth will like the reverse, too.) ]
There. [ He turks his wing out of the way again. ] This should give you much better leverage.
[Oh... Admittedly, Sephiroth wasn't expecting such a strong reaction to his affectionate warning bite, but he's certainly filing it away for use later. It feels... good to know he can pull these raw desirous things out of someone he's always known to be so composed, so reluctant to allow himself to indulge in anything. Not just that, but... he finds himself wondering what other things Angeal will like.
A thought he doesn't have long to mull over, as Angeal is moving in to kiss him. And it's not a short little peck-- it's a long and slow kiss that's easy to sink into. He's hesitant to part from it, but Angeal's assertion-- no, his promise is worth it. It's not lost on him, either-- how when they start to shift, Angeal moves his wing - a thing he has made it clear he abhors - to shield him from falling. It's a beautiful gesture above all else. How can Sephiroth not smile in turn?
Very nearly does he ask Angeal to let it stay-- to say that it feels like a second embrace from someone he loves. But he thinks better of it, worrying that it would be unwelcome and ruin the mood. Another time, perhaps...
He does his best to make the switch in position as graceful and easy as possible. It takes some adjustment-- to figure out how to adjust the weight on his knees so he doesn't simply crash full-bodied on top of Angeal. Which... would not be pleasant or attractive. His free hand eventually finds a place above Angeal's head, allowing him to further adjust and sink a little lower against him. Despite his earlier grumbling, it does indeed prove to be far more comfortable-- more pleasant to be stretched out atop Angeal properly. It feels good to let the weight of his hips rest more fully against their hands, and he takes a moment to simply enjoy the sensation of it-- to let it sink in that they're really here, half-naked and pleasuring one another on his couch. He first hums his approval and then:]
Very well. A point for you.
[And as if to reward him, Sephiroth dips his head to kiss him, only... because of his position, he soon finds his hair spilling over his shoulders and pooling around Angeal's neck and face. He'd be more annoyed by it, except he can't help but laugh - a soft yet rich little thing - at the string of complications they seem to be having. Because that, too, is beautiful in its own way. Imperfect and human.]
...Would you mind?
[He'd brush his hair out of the way himself, but he's not keen on detangling their hands, and his other hand is presently keeping him propped up, so... Help would be nice if Angeal is so inclined.]
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Angeal--
[But the moment Angeal's hand fully meets his cock without the barrier of fabric, firmly yet carefully pressing around him and finally providing friction, it's like a lightning bolt arcs up Sephiroth's back. It curves him up and forward, jarring something approaching a pleasured gasp right out of him. He's so unbearably touch-starved, he's surprised and almost embarrassed by the way he's reacting-- his self-control has all but melted away. The sensation - and the reminder that it's Angeal providing it - is enough to make his world spin. And yet, he's razor focused. So much so that his slitted pupils flare out wide, certainly not unlike a cat whose just laid its eyes on something it wants.
He almost doesn't hear what Angeal says next, the way his heart pounds vibrantly in his ears, and it takes him a moment to recalibrate himself and find a coherent stream of thought.
...Right. He'd had a plan.
He lifts a hand and-- for half-second it flutters. He notices immediately, brows furrowed subtly, and stops the tremor with well-practiced control. It's a very fleeting thing - blink and you'll miss it - the way he almost looks annoyed with himself. But he doesn't linger on it, promptly moving that hand to cradle the back of Angeal's head, fingers threading easily through his raven hair. His other hand has shifted underneath Angeal's cock by now, more cupping it than anything. His voice is relatively measured when he finally finds the wherewithal to speak.]
Ah. I... was thinking-- [He's sinking down slowly now-- sliding so close that he has to move his face to the side of Angeal's, lips against his ear. It takes a little adjustment to find the right spot, but he eventually manages to slide the length of his cock against Angeal's, just enough that it makes his breath stutter a little. He adjusts his hand a bit to cradle them both.] --we could try it like this?
[But he, of course, stops there to await Angeal's answer. It seemed like a nice idea in his head, but that doesn't necessarily make it nice in practice, after all.]
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Partner. Watching his partner...
get lost for a moment or ten.
(This close, he can see the way his pupils change, and a part of him, a very, very quiet at this time part, does remark that he should have realized Sephiroth is not only human a long, long time ago.) (Then he realizes it doesn't matter. They are here now.)
His hand slows down somewhat, as Sephiroth makes an attempt to speak, then to move, and he adjusts accordingly ... letting his hand slide across Sephiroth's shoulders and hold him close, wrapping the warm palm around the opposite, powerful shoulder.
Sephiroth finishes the thought, the demonstration, the question, and Angeal loses his breath for another moment. Despite it being the most logical option, the fact that it is wanted by Sephiroth still, still is almost too much.
He shifts his hand so his fingers tangle with Sephiroth's, around their joined lengths, and squeezes, very gently. ]
I will very much like that, yes. [ A beat, and then, quieter, a little sheepish. ] Just let me know if it gets too dry for you?
[ ... not that he has anything actually useful. But he can, uh. Spit? That can help a tiny bit. For his part... he can work with dry. Over the last months and months, whenever he has indulged, it has been halfway mixed with punishing himself, so, uh. Sephiroth's comfort levels might be more relevant. ]
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[Dear gods, Angeal. If Sephiroth were privy to his thoughts, he might have actually barked a rare laugh and startled them both. But it's not like he has any room to judge. He doesn't exactly know what he's doing, and he fully intended on just Dealing With It. He is, after all, a weird mess of a man whose experience with human intimacy of any kind is close to negligible. Moreover, he knows he's not going to last much longer anyway. If this were going to be a slower, more drawn-out sort of endeavor, he might feel differently.
...Actually, now that they're intimately entangled like this, it occurs to Sephiroth that he doesn't actually know how to... proceed, exactly. He'd planned all the way up to this point, and it does feel good to be pinned together like this, but now-- hm.
He's probably thinking way too hard about the logistics - of who moves first and how much and so on - before he finally just gives up.] Feel free to take the lead. [Just in case Angeal feels comfortable enough to do so.
Otherwise, Sephiroth is going to try and experiment with his movements, albeit awkwardly, starting with the slow and curious roll of hips.]
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He wants to, just for a short little while, not feel entirely a failure.
He'll be the butt of jokes easily, after. Promise.
Besides, he blinks slightly at the ... request? Request, and smiles warmly, nodding, but also lets Sephiroth experiment-- oh. That slide, against his body and against his cock, is so good, and the sound he makes is a low rumble close to a purr, the hand on Sephiroth's shoulder caressing skin, trying to not catch on silvery strands. And, on the other side, he moves their joined hands up and down, and then twisting his wrist a little. Friction and pressure, and attention on how it works on Sephiroth.
... that said... ]
Want to... shift a bit?
[ ... meaning. Sideways, so they're properly stretched on the couch, and he leans a little that way. ]
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Well. It's a complicated mess of emotions. One that he'd rather not linger on too much if he can help it.
For the time being, he's glad to lose himself in this rush of heat and desire. His head dips a little lower until his face is faintly buried against the curve of Angeal's shoulder, where he's a little more willing to indulge in a muffled but pleasured sound or two as Angeal starts to find a little rhythm and friction with their movements. He's content to follow his lead, only making a small adjustment here and there until--]
--You want to move now? [If Sephiroth sounds a little exasperated-- well. He is, having been jarred out of his reverie a little. It would be more comfortable, true... but the way they're entangled makes movement a little difficult. It's not like Sephiroth has a tiny couch by any means, but it's not exactly the most spacious thing for two mountain-sized men to be rolling about on.
It's with a sigh that he relents.] As you wish. [But then he lifts his head until his mouth finds the stretch of exposed skin between the neckline of Angeal's shirt and his jaw, suckling a rough little kiss into his neck-- teeth and all. An affectionate warning to punctuate his next words:]
You best not let me fall off this couch, Angeal Hewley.
[And then he'll relinquish some of his weight into leaning with him. His fate is in your hands, Angeal. No pressure.]
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It'll get you better--
[ ... leverage, but his thought gets distracted by that sucking, which makes him groan loudly and buck up into their joint hands hard, eyes half rolling back. ]
Goddess, Sephiroth. That feels good.
[ Will it leave a mark? On a SOLDIER's body, probably less than usual, but they will get to those, too.
Then he smiles, softly, and tilts his face down to claim Sephiroth's lips for a long moment. ]
I won't let you fall, not ever, from now on.
[ And yes, that is a promise that goes beyond the couch.
His ... unoccupied arm wraps around Sephiroth's waist, and his wing shifts so he can hold Sephiroth from the other side, and tilts sideways until he can hook his foot on the edge of the couch, and then pushes himself until he's supine on it, with Sephiroth still on top of him. Leaving him the control, but with much easier ability to move. (They are, indeed, a little too large, both, to be comfortable to move on the couch lying sideways. Another time, elsewhere. Besides... he likes to feal Sephiroth's weight on top of himself, he wonders if Sephiroth will like the reverse, too.) ]
There. [ He turks his wing out of the way again. ] This should give you much better leverage.
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A thought he doesn't have long to mull over, as Angeal is moving in to kiss him. And it's not a short little peck-- it's a long and slow kiss that's easy to sink into. He's hesitant to part from it, but Angeal's assertion-- no, his promise is worth it. It's not lost on him, either-- how when they start to shift, Angeal moves his wing - a thing he has made it clear he abhors - to shield him from falling. It's a beautiful gesture above all else. How can Sephiroth not smile in turn?
Very nearly does he ask Angeal to let it stay-- to say that it feels like a second embrace from someone he loves. But he thinks better of it, worrying that it would be unwelcome and ruin the mood. Another time, perhaps...
He does his best to make the switch in position as graceful and easy as possible. It takes some adjustment-- to figure out how to adjust the weight on his knees so he doesn't simply crash full-bodied on top of Angeal. Which... would not be pleasant or attractive. His free hand eventually finds a place above Angeal's head, allowing him to further adjust and sink a little lower against him. Despite his earlier grumbling, it does indeed prove to be far more comfortable-- more pleasant to be stretched out atop Angeal properly. It feels good to let the weight of his hips rest more fully against their hands, and he takes a moment to simply enjoy the sensation of it-- to let it sink in that they're really here, half-naked and pleasuring one another on his couch. He first hums his approval and then:]
Very well. A point for you.
[And as if to reward him, Sephiroth dips his head to kiss him, only... because of his position, he soon finds his hair spilling over his shoulders and pooling around Angeal's neck and face. He'd be more annoyed by it, except he can't help but laugh - a soft yet rich little thing - at the string of complications they seem to be having. Because that, too, is beautiful in its own way. Imperfect and human.]
...Would you mind?
[He'd brush his hair out of the way himself, but he's not keen on detangling their hands, and his other hand is presently keeping him propped up, so... Help would be nice if Angeal is so inclined.]