"This is Angeal Hewley... distinctly not here. Leave a message, and I'll get back to you when I can. If it's important, Lazard, Genesis, or Sephiroth should know where I am."
[Sometimes this still feels so new to him - the care Angeal takes with him. Deliberately showing him that he's precious to him. Sänger starts to melt into it after a moment, raw excitement melting into something calmer and more paced.
[He expects even more teasing when Angeal touches him between his legs. Expects more skirting around where he wants it. Instead, as he feels it start to press inside, Sänger can't help but let out a louder moan without meaning to, his gaze blazing brighter for it.
[Of course, he's wet enough that one finger isn't a problem at all. His walls greedily cling onto the digit as Sänger tries to grind down on it with a whimper.
[The praise makes his insides throb slightly.]
Nnngh.... ahh...
[At a loss for words for the moment, he leans in for more kisses, sliding his bare fingers over Angeal's cheek with another low moan.]
[This isn't the first time he's pressed into someone that's already so wet and ready - Genesis is notorious on it, honestly. But there's still satisfaction regardless, a little trill of pleasure that he can slide in another finger immediately right in after.]
I'm here, beau. [He returns the kisses gladly, to Sänger's lips, and then his fingertips that stray so close.] Feeling good? Closer to what you really want?
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[He expects even more teasing when Angeal touches him between his legs. Expects more skirting around where he wants it. Instead, as he feels it start to press inside, Sänger can't help but let out a louder moan without meaning to, his gaze blazing brighter for it.
[Of course, he's wet enough that one finger isn't a problem at all. His walls greedily cling onto the digit as Sänger tries to grind down on it with a whimper.
[The praise makes his insides throb slightly.]
Nnngh.... ahh...
[At a loss for words for the moment, he leans in for more kisses, sliding his bare fingers over Angeal's cheek with another low moan.]
Angeal...
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I'm here, beau. [He returns the kisses gladly, to Sänger's lips, and then his fingertips that stray so close.] Feeling good? Closer to what you really want?