[ 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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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.]