[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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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.]