[It's impressive, how much thought Sänger has put into all of this. Angeal has to admire it, honestly, even if it leaves him feeling a little bit out of his own depth. Maybe he could have researched a little more himself...]
[Too late for it now. It doesn't matter anyway. He has something better than research.]
[He has Sänger.]
[Angeal follows after him as he's pulled down to the bed, knees sinking down against the soft mattress and his fingers stroking along Sänger's skin. A part of him sort of wants to get right to it, give him exactly what he was asking for all this time... But that's not the right way to go about this. He knows that much, after all this time.]
[So as he kisses Sänger right back, his hands get to work. Slowly, almost ghosting along tender skin, he strokes along one thigh, and his other hand keeps Sänger right in place for him. Right there where he can't wiggle away, where Angeal can tease him by slipping his fingers near to the inside of his thighs, skirting past his lingerie... but never hitting the exact spot.]
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[Too late for it now. It doesn't matter anyway. He has something better than research.]
[He has Sänger.]
[Angeal follows after him as he's pulled down to the bed, knees sinking down against the soft mattress and his fingers stroking along Sänger's skin. A part of him sort of wants to get right to it, give him exactly what he was asking for all this time... But that's not the right way to go about this. He knows that much, after all this time.]
[So as he kisses Sänger right back, his hands get to work. Slowly, almost ghosting along tender skin, he strokes along one thigh, and his other hand keeps Sänger right in place for him. Right there where he can't wiggle away, where Angeal can tease him by slipping his fingers near to the inside of his thighs, skirting past his lingerie... but never hitting the exact spot.]