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Sephiroth ([personal profile] vehementi) wrote2016-05-16 03:25 pm
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[personal profile] angealwings 2024-05-13 08:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ Hearing, almost feeling that hum makes Angeal's heart quiver, and then. Then, the kiss makes it melt, utterly and completely, and his hold on Sephiroth turns so, so tender, and the palm on his cheek cupping it sweetly. His face heats up a little, eyes so very bright on Sephiroth.

He follows the direction of the grip on his hair, and comes in for a kiss of his own, just as sweet if a little more lingering, then shifts to lean their foreheads together.
]

I am, in fact, very satisfied. Happy, even.

[ Soft breath out, and he leans back a little, not letting go - in fact, his arm giving a little tug. ]

If we're not moving, then at least consider that my legs are probably going to be more comfortable to sit on than crouching.

[ ... as ever, gentle concern and trying to make things better.

Emotional upheaval does not, in fact, make some things change at all.
]
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[personal profile] angealwings 2024-05-13 12:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Angeal blinks at Sephiroth's response, then can't help a small chuckle of his own, low and deep and honest. The last ... day has been such a roller coaster, from the lowest he's ever been, through feeling even worse, to the highest, happier than he could have believed himself ever to get.

He knows he has deprived the both of them of this, and he regrets it--

A thought that completely leaves his mind as Sephiroth straddles him, and he can hold on to him properly like this, feel his heart beating, uh. Trying not to think ... for the moment, about the exposed skin on his chest pressing against Angeal's clothes, ahem. Oh... actually, that faint blush kind of takes his breath away, too.

He forces air in his lungs (and it smells of Sephiroth, this close), and manages another smile.
]

I'm glad. [ A beat, and the smile turns a little lopsided, half wry and half... shy, somehow. And a whole lot aware how ridiculous it sounds, and maybe it's a joke? ] You wouldn't have to, you know. I can fly us if they do.
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[personal profile] angealwings 2024-05-14 06:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ Yes, and no. While, perhaps, not knowing the full extent of things, Angeal is at least somewhat aware that Sephiroth has not had what one would call a conventional childhood. He hasn't been caught up in a tree when a pair of teenagers were making out and whispering sweet things in the shade beneath starlight, torn between wanting to interrupt and tease them, and trying to not move, curious, fascinated, and embarrassed all at the same time. He hasn't watched his parents share moments of tenderness. He hasn't experienced half the town being in an uproar because of a lovers' quarrel.

There are things in which it is understandable if Sephiroth does not take the first step, and Angeal can and will take responsibility for being an idiot and afraid, and not looking close enough to know that there is a first step to be taken, rather than each of them languishing (heh... possibly not exactly languishing) alone.

Either way, he is melting into the gentle touches, his eyes (tired and still a little wild and) adoring up at Sephiroth. His expression turns sheepish - because Sephiroth isn't wrong, he probably would leave his legs to fall asleep - but there is a bit of a smile to it also.
]

It'd be a shame to break us if we're feeling comfortable. [ ... no, right now, disentangling from Sephiroth does not feel appealing at all. ] I've wanted to be this close to you for a very long time. But ... let's see.

The couch?

[ He isn't letting go or trying to get up.

The last two years, he has learned many things about his own flight, after all.

His normal strength is one thing. His wing, yet another.
]
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[personal profile] angealwings 2024-05-15 08:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ ... look. For the last two years or so, he has had the chance to even see Sephiroth all of once. And then he got to see what he suspects Sephiroth, here and now, will never want to become. And now he can hold him and be held, and, yes, he'll cling a little.

At the instruction, his eyebrows fly up, but he can't help his lips twitching, anyway. Sephiroth might be unaware the amount of indulgence (inasmuch as it is indulgence, as paperwork is important) Angeal is willing to grant him-- actually, Angeal might have been unaware until now, too. They have yet to discover where Angeal will be drawing a line, but he suspects it might ... take a lot of effort to discover the limits. He still glances at the desk, to see the situation there, and hums. This will certainly be a challenge....

... and he finds himself very curious if he can, ah, rise up to it. He obviously can't use the full length of the wing, for this, so it'll be a matter of working harder with a smaller wingspan, but he glances around to gauge the angles in which the gust will reflect the least.
]

As you wish.

[ Arms tighten a little around Sephiroth, pressing them flush against each other, and the wing moves, beating softly until they are airborne, if only jsut hovering, to avoid both the harder gust and the less control he'd have over it if he goes higher, but he can manage that.

And off they go towards the couch, only a single, solitary sheet of paper floating to the ground among the white feathers.

Close enough?
]
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[personal profile] angealwings 2024-05-15 02:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Oh... Oh, Goddess but that reaction is adorable, and Angeal would enjoy it more - and show his appreciation - if he weren't actually focusing on not making a mess of Sephiroth's things. It still makes his eyes soft and his hold - well. Not changed.

But the words make the smile slip away, most of the way, and he remains quiet until he settles them down on the couch, loosening his hold but far from letting go, unless Sephiroth tries to climb down off his lap.
]

Not controlled in a small space like this, no. But I've done a lot of flying, over the last two years, including fighting while flying. [ Thanks, old friend. ] I've learned things out of necessity.
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[personal profile] angealwings 2024-05-16 08:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ Angeal blinks. Grateful, both for the touch and the words.

Then one hand shifts up again, to gently brush hair away from Sephiroth's face, and caress his cheek again.
]

There will be things to come to terms to, but that is not - I mostly... Don't want to make light of leaving you, for all that time. I am so, so sorry, Sephiroth.

And thank you, for this. It'll take time before my words will mean anything, but...

You don't have to carry it all, either. Walking this path, today and into tomorrow, with you, is how I - never dared to dream, before. But I do want.
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[personal profile] angealwings 2024-05-16 02:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Angeal's heartbeat beneath Sephiroth's hand is firm and strong, if a little erratic (he is not exactly not turned on, even if the conversation is certainly... putting a damp on that). And he almost smiles, too, the touch and Sephiroth's eyes on him a balm over hurts that he never allowed himself to consider he deserved healing from.

So, so many things.
]

I went away. You don't have to take that one up on you - you couldn't know there's a need for your hand to reach out. It's on me, and I won't make that mistake again.

[ Then Sephiroth's request makes his breath catch, and his eyes widen. He breathes out, then in. ]

I ... I do promise. But you, as well.

[ The Sephiroth who came to him earlier...

How long had he endured, alone and in silence, before changing reality? This is how long Sephiroth can hold in his pain - and Angeal does not want him to. Truth may be difficult, and emotions even more so, but...

They are important.
]
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[personal profile] angealwings 2024-05-17 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ Angeal's eyes widen--

... then his heart actually skips a beat beneath Sephiroth's hand before it speeds up, and huh, that hurts a little, but that question!
]

Partners. I... think I like that word. [ His expression full of wonder. ] And I think many others will still fit. Yes, Sephiroth. We are.

[ He does know him enough to know that this is a time for reassurance first.

Then... quieter.
]

Does it not... bother you? To consider yourself equal with a [ monster ]... an experiment?

[ And someone still beneath Sephiroth's abilities, but Angeal can concede that if that hasn't disturbed Sephiroth before, it is hardly going to start now. And that the skill gap isn't quite as impossible to breach as the one between himself and the Sephiroth from the future. ]
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[personal profile] angealwings 2024-05-17 11:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ Oh... to be able to bring such joy to Sephiroth? He did not expect... no, he actually hadn't hought this far. But it is so, so incredibly good that it loosens something around his heart that the other topic they are discussing has tightened painfully.

He swallows, then breathes out deeply.
]

One day, probably soon, I will shown you why I spent some of the time after I learned just wishing that I were... human. It has been many, many long days, turning into months, and more. It will take me a while, before I stop thinking of myself as ... lesser. Wrong.

But I will, Sephiroth. Because you see me as a man and that is enough for me to try. And I do apologize for bringing the mood down but this is - the first step of keeping my promise. I won't hide.

[ A beat, then a small, wry smile. ]

It may take some good, good deeds before I will consider myself a good man, but I'm here to work on that.
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[personal profile] angealwings 2024-05-17 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ One day, sooner rather than later, Sephiroth will know how literally Angeal is alive because of him and for him. And how relevant all of this will be for Sephiroth himself.

But, tonight, there has been enough of the hard truths, and even this heartache is fading, with the reassurance and the laugh and the--

--oh!

Angeal's eyes widen slightly as he is pressed back, as words upon words wash over him, not like a tempest but soft, soothing rain. Tension leeches out from his shoulders as the slow kiss makes him melt, one hand settling on the small of Sephiroth's back... and the other one cupping the back of his head, not trying to seek more than is given, not right now, but holding on, so very tenderly.

When he can finally breathe again, heart in his eyes, he quirks a small smile.
]

Back when I left home, it was for Genesis chasing after a dream, his eyes on the distant hero. But then, I got to know you. In the times when you are quiet, and determined, and kind, and radiant, and real, as human as me, but... peerless. How could I not fall in love? And how could even consider myself worthy to stand by your side... [ The hand on the back of Sephiroth's head slides, slowly and gently and deliberately, down along the length of Sephiroth's spine. Then curves around the side of a hip, and continues down one thigh, until it can stop wrapped gently around Sephiroth's knee. ] Or in your arms.

Yet, here I am. [ He tilts his face up to claim another kiss from Sephiroth's lips. ] And if you have allowed me here, then I'd better meet you halfway. As an equal.

One day, I will relieve you from the burden of keeping this from me - though not from my presence or my lov. Until then, I trust you with it.
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[personal profile] angealwings 2024-05-18 11:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you.

[ So, so softly, and Angeal is looking. Very, very attentively. The way Sephiroth's breathing is not working, his eyes unfocused. The way he scrambles to get the glove off, and then struggles to identify thoughts, words.

Oh... oh, indeed.

He lets his palm slide back up along Sephiroth's thigh, slower now, letting sensation, warmth, pressure soak in through to covered, pale skin.

Much slower.
]

Stop me where it feels good.

[ Sound, touch, anything will work.

As his hand moves, his thumb kneads the muscled flesh of Sephiroth's thigh, gentle but firm, and he will squeeze slightly if he makes it all the way to the curve of the hip. All through this, his darkened eyes are on Sephiroth, and, after a moment, he allows himself to register certain sensations, pressed close as they are.

Out of almost impish curiosity, he shifts his hips, pressing and sliding them up a little. Mostly to create sensation for Sephiroth and see if he likes it, but the stimulation makes his own vision swim with stars. All of a sudden, he fully recognizes why Sephiroth was scrambling for his glove.
]
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[personal profile] angealwings 2024-05-19 07:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ Angeal has seen before reflexes take over Sephiroth's motions in battle, practiced grace deadly and beautiful.

This is different. This seems more instinct, uncoordinated and determined, a need finally allowed satiation, and he would possibly get drunk on simply watching - were the stimulation not driving him higher and higher and hotter and hotter.

He is not... quite silent.

When Sephiroth's hips start moving, he manages a low, raw,
] yeah. Just like that, so good.

[ But, after that, coherence falls apart for him, and he only manages quiet groans when Sephiroth's angle is particularly good, or the pressure is just right, his pupils blown out and his body on fire.

Then Sephiroth is scrambling with his pauldrons, and he... realizes he is very far from coordinated enough to help, so he lets Sephiroth release them - himself biting at the fingertips of his remaining glove to take it off, and placing his palm on the way-too-tempting bare skin. Only for his fingers to curl, helplessly, in pleasure, blunt nails less scratching than sliding along Sephiroth's skin, trembling. So he takes his hand away, not to mar skin that is exposed unintentionally, and settles his hand to mirror the other hand on Sephiroth's hip, moving with him, encouraging, then tightening as his own world narrows down to this. Sephiroth's body moving against his, warm forehead pressed against his, curtain of silvery white hair shutting away all the rest of existence.

Then Sephiroth's breathlessly crying out his name, and Angeal comes undone, fingers digging into the man's hips and his own thrusting up, helplessly.
]

Seph... oh, Seph.

[ It's just this side of a quiet growl, not enough left to consider if the affectionate form of the name will be welcome, wanted, just caught up in him. This is ... how he wants them to be. Inextricably bound.






... later, he might concede the mess is less pleasant, but, Goddess, this feels so incomparably good, right now.
]
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[personal profile] angealwings 2024-05-19 10:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ... talking about interesting noises Angeal is making, he makes one that is just this side of a whimper when Sephiroth's hand stills his motions, eyes opening wide and mind blanking out for a moment. He really hasn't thought so far as to Sephiroth specific attention there, fingers gentle and yet more used to holding a sword than, well, this. Just a little harder than he has done himself, and so, so good. A single question floats up in his mind. Is this how Sephiroth has touched himself?

... If Sephiroth's hand is still there, he can feel Angeal's erection practically jumping as a result of that thought, getting even harder.

It does help him focus somewhat, at least.
]

Of course.

[ Whatever Sephiroth wishes. And, as he starts with his own gloves, Angeal forces himself to concentrate enough to start working on the buckles of Sephiroth's coat, too. That can't be comfortable, in the way they are. So when the question comes, his first reaction is a rumbling snort, because that question coming from Sephiroth himself is, well. Rich.

But then it turns into a thoughtful hum, as he finally manages to push dark leather back from broad shoulders, letting Sephiroth get rid of it the rest of the way when he wishes.
]

Now that you mention it, I suppose I don't have to. Not anymore.

[ He is not SOLDIER, anymore, and he never will be, again. He doesn't have to - he shouldn't - be wearing the standard issue clothing--

And then his thoughts get again blanked out when Sephiroth just goes for the prize his cock and that alone, and this is one more time today that Sephiroth, one or another, has managed to totally short out his mind.

After a long moment, he laboriously swallows, makes his eyes focus on the beautiful, smug face above him, also far, far more relaxed than he has ever seen it, and so breathtaking like that, and his lips twitch slightly.
]

For me, much. [ His voice almost breaks at the end, this is so much sensation and emotion all at once, but he presses on, reaching one hand (it shakes slightly, he notices) to run the pad of a finger from the exquisite tip of Sephiroth's chin, down the pale column of his throat, and then down his chest, and further. Until he can cup Sephiroth, in turn, letting the heel of his palm slide, pressing ever so slightly, along the length. ] But what about you? Is this how you want to... go on?

[ It's very, very challenging to even think like this. But he both doesn't want Sephiroth to lack attention... and wants to touch, himself.

Still... it is Sephiroth's choice.

(This time. He has many, many ideas about other times.)
]

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