"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."
I understand. So long as we communicate well, and go slow, I imagine any problems will be minimal at worst. I'm also not going into this with the desire to be hurt, myself.
[Admittedly, Angeal's receptiveness to this also sends Sänger's libido surging to the forefront of his attention.]
I guess this is the kind of thing that is best suited for when you haven't had anything to eat, right? I'll let Lazard know, and make sure my hand are clean.
Also, make sure your nails are as short and rounded as you can get them. That will also help minimize the risk of injury. Beyond that, it can be just as close to "usual," as it is with us, with a bit of a twist, of course.
Works for me. I've been a little remiss with decorating, unfortunately, but so long as you don't mind...
[For now, though he's already waiting in his room, he does give it a bit of a cursory tidy up. It doesn't need it, but it gives him something to do while he waits.]
So long as I'm near you, the room itself really doesn't matter.
[But it is nice when the room smells like his loved ones.]
If it makes you feel better, I'm pretty sure the only reason half the rooms in the villa are decorated is because Genesis is a busybody in that particular area.
See you soon, beau.
[And sure enough, after he's done a quick wash just so he's presentable after a nice hard day's work, there's Angeal, giving a polite knock on Sänger's door. Sure, he could just walk in, but, listen.]
[The knocking is only marginally surprisingly when it comes, and he opens the door with a soft, shy laugh. When the door opens further, it's a little more obvious why: he's wearing the same burgundy lingerie he wore when he'd put on that little show for everyone.]
Hey.
[Sänger reaches up for him, immediately wanting to tug him close and into a kiss.]
Appreciate you knocking, but it isn't really necessary.
[Not that he'll stop Angeal from knocking if he wants to.]
[As though Sänger needs to reach far; Angeal is already leaning down right into that kiss even as those arms wind around his neck. A little bit blind, he steps inside, and reaches behind him to shut the door.]
Mmm, didn't get manners knocked into me to abandon them now... [A kiss, there to the corner of his cheek.] And it looks stunning. I hate to say it, because Genesis is always going to have a big ol' claim on red. I just can't deny how it brings out your eyes.
[Angeal could have said anything else while still being a compliment, and it wouldn't be half as touching as commenting on his eyes is. Sänger immediately turns bright pink and covers his mouth with his fist as if he might cough into it.]
I-- didn't think that it did that....
A-anyway, Genesis can claim red all he wants, but I'm still borrowing it. So there.
[Feeling that increased grip on his hips, Sänger lets out a fraction of a squeak - near-silent from the bits of his throat - and flushes all the more at such a compliment. He's still not the biggest fan about his own eyes, but... he can appreciate that his loved ones enjoy seeing them.]
I-I'm also a "present"! No way he can protest.
[Alas(?) the urge to make a pun triumphs over his self-consciousness.]
[It's nice, being pressed right close against Sänger this way, just absorbing all the heat of him, the softness of body to body. Angeal does a silent purr again, the rumble in his chest right there against Sänger's, and his arm slides around his waist.]
Well, the present is underneath all the wrapping paper, isn't it..? But don't worry, I like to reuse things. I won't tear through so carelessly.
[He slips one finger past delicate lace, follows the curve of Sänger's ass.]
So, for what you wanted to do... I just have to keep doing things as I would normally, right? [Like prep for any other bit of sex with his dick, just - further.]
[Sänger lets out a soft, but audible croon as Angeal caresses him, and nods in answer without missing a beat.]
Yeah. Except... after four fingers, you slide your thumb flat at your palm... and press slowly, slowly deeper.
[Just saying as much aloud stimulates himself more, the scent of arousal clinging to him, as usual.]
And, gently, work to get me to take it, bit by bit. You can even slowly try to spread your fingers a little. With as big as your hand is, I wouldn't be surprised if you see exactly how you bulge my stomach in the process.
[Because, frankly, Sänger finds that, at the very least, almost as appealing as Angeal does.]
[Four fingers, thumb flat at his palm... While his one hand stays there along Sänger's ass, Angeal looks between them as he makes sure to adjust his free hand as instructed.]
Then... This way?
[The appeal of getting Sänger just as he wants him, and the arousal heavy around him.... It's definitely a temptation. But Angeal has long learned how to keep his mind focused and, right now, more than anything else, making sure he does this right is more important to him than his immediate desires.]
[That simple, soft affirmation only punctuates that the sight of the proper technique only makes Sänger all the more eager for it. The glow to his gaze brightens significantly. Not that he's aware of it. He is, however, aware of the croon he lets out when he continues next.]
I'll keep you informed every step of the way. I'll be soft enough inside for you to do that so easily...
It'll be alright.
[It's more than just reassurance on his part; he knows for a fact that it will be.]
[Just like this... Well, it seems simple enough in the here and now. He supposes the only way to make sure he can do it right is by actually doing it.]
Well, since you have such confidence and knowledge in this, I'll just have to follow your lead. [Angeal leans in to kiss just above his brow.] But I'm not doubting you in the slightest.
But I'm guessing this is something we figure out on the bed, huh?
[Hold the phone, kisses first. Sänger hums at the one placed to his brow, and in turn, opts to reciprocate to Angeal's cheek.]
That would be the most comfortable option, yes. It'll also be easier for me to position myself in just the way to make it easier still.
[Sänger tugs him slowly along to the bed, and pulls a fluffy pillow away from the head of the bed and towards the middle. Offering Angeal more kisses in his low-burning sense of eagerness, he guides them both to settle comfortably on the bed.
[For now, he simply opts to touch his dear one, his hands gladly taking in his familiar, strong frame. He squeezes Angeal's hips in affection and appreciation both.
[After all, no matter the end goal, regardless of it goes well or not, it starts the same, and Sänger wouldn't miss taking his boyfriend in to his every single sense for the world.]
[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.]
[In truth, any "wrong" way to approach this would already be unthinkable to the both of them. Sänger hums softly, melting into his kisses and humming lowly at the sensation of fingers so close to his core. He even shifts enough to gently reassure Angeal's grip on his person, to let his dear hold him a little tighter if he wants, as proof that he's unwilling to wiggle away.]
Mmmm...
[It's good teasing, as much as he'd really love some direct stimulation, instead. His body simply doesn't need much of a warm-up to be raring to go. But, it still has the effect of deepening his want and filling the space of his room with its scent.]
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I'm certain, but if you don't want to, or if you give it a go and decide that it isn't for you, that's okay, too.
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But if I can make you feel good, then I'd be glad to have that honor.
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[Admittedly, Angeal's receptiveness to this also sends Sänger's libido surging to the forefront of his attention.]
I believe in you. :)
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Since you're asking about this... Should we plan it for tonight? Or is there something I should do for preparations?
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[No doubt Angeal will be able to smell just how excited he is once they run near each other again...]
Only prep you'll need are lube, and clean hands, or clean gloves. It's a bit like fingering, but with, uh, more of the hand gradually involved.
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I guess this is the kind of thing that is best suited for when you haven't had anything to eat, right? I'll let Lazard know, and make sure my hand are clean.
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Also, make sure your nails are as short and rounded as you can get them. That will also help minimize the risk of injury. Beyond that, it can be just as close to "usual," as it is with us, with a bit of a twist, of course.
I look forward to trying this with you.
Oh. Your room or mine?
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I suppose it doesn't matter too much, does it? We can do your room; I'll just head straight there.
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[For now, though he's already waiting in his room, he does give it a bit of a cursory tidy up. It doesn't need it, but it gives him something to do while he waits.]
So long as I'm near you, the room itself really doesn't matter.
[But it is nice when the room smells like his loved ones.]
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See you soon, beau.
[And sure enough, after he's done a quick wash just so he's presentable after a nice hard day's work, there's Angeal, giving a polite knock on Sänger's door. Sure, he could just walk in, but, listen.]
[He was raised in a poor house, but not a barn.]
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I'll see you soon! :)
[The knocking is only marginally surprisingly when it comes, and he opens the door with a soft, shy laugh. When the door opens further, it's a little more obvious why: he's wearing the same burgundy lingerie he wore when he'd put on that little show for everyone.]
Hey.
[Sänger reaches up for him, immediately wanting to tug him close and into a kiss.]
Appreciate you knocking, but it isn't really necessary.
[Not that he'll stop Angeal from knocking if he wants to.]
Do you like this look on me?
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Mmm, didn't get manners knocked into me to abandon them now... [A kiss, there to the corner of his cheek.] And it looks stunning. I hate to say it, because Genesis is always going to have a big ol' claim on red. I just can't deny how it brings out your eyes.
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I-- didn't think that it did that....
A-anyway, Genesis can claim red all he wants, but I'm still borrowing it. So there.
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Oh, it definitely does. And they look all the prettier as they get brighter.
With such a wonderful image like that present... I don't think Genesis could protest if we borrowed the color for a spell.
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I-I'm also a "present"! No way he can protest.
[Alas(?) the urge to make a pun triumphs over his self-consciousness.]
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No wonder you're all done up in lace! Fanciest present I've ever gotten!
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Yes! See?
[Wrapping his arms around Angeal's waist, Sänger pulls himself closer, gladly pressing his body to Angeal's.]
So you can unwrap as much or little as you'd like.
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Well, the present is underneath all the wrapping paper, isn't it..? But don't worry, I like to reuse things. I won't tear through so carelessly.
[He slips one finger past delicate lace, follows the curve of Sänger's ass.]
So, for what you wanted to do... I just have to keep doing things as I would normally, right? [Like prep for any other bit of sex with his dick, just - further.]
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Yeah. Except... after four fingers, you slide your thumb flat at your palm... and press slowly, slowly deeper.
[Just saying as much aloud stimulates himself more, the scent of arousal clinging to him, as usual.]
And, gently, work to get me to take it, bit by bit. You can even slowly try to spread your fingers a little. With as big as your hand is, I wouldn't be surprised if you see exactly how you bulge my stomach in the process.
[Because, frankly, Sänger finds that, at the very least, almost as appealing as Angeal does.]
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Then... This way?
[The appeal of getting Sänger just as he wants him, and the arousal heavy around him.... It's definitely a temptation. But Angeal has long learned how to keep his mind focused and, right now, more than anything else, making sure he does this right is more important to him than his immediate desires.]
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[That simple, soft affirmation only punctuates that the sight of the proper technique only makes Sänger all the more eager for it. The glow to his gaze brightens significantly. Not that he's aware of it. He is, however, aware of the croon he lets out when he continues next.]
I'll keep you informed every step of the way. I'll be soft enough inside for you to do that so easily...
It'll be alright.
[It's more than just reassurance on his part; he knows for a fact that it will be.]
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Well, since you have such confidence and knowledge in this, I'll just have to follow your lead. [Angeal leans in to kiss just above his brow.] But I'm not doubting you in the slightest.
But I'm guessing this is something we figure out on the bed, huh?
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That would be the most comfortable option, yes. It'll also be easier for me to position myself in just the way to make it easier still.
[Sänger tugs him slowly along to the bed, and pulls a fluffy pillow away from the head of the bed and towards the middle. Offering Angeal more kisses in his low-burning sense of eagerness, he guides them both to settle comfortably on the bed.
[For now, he simply opts to touch his dear one, his hands gladly taking in his familiar, strong frame. He squeezes Angeal's hips in affection and appreciation both.
[After all, no matter the end goal, regardless of it goes well or not, it starts the same, and Sänger wouldn't miss taking his boyfriend in to his every single sense for the world.]
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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.]
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Mmmm...
[It's good teasing, as much as he'd really love some direct stimulation, instead. His body simply doesn't need much of a warm-up to be raring to go. But, it still has the effect of deepening his want and filling the space of his room with its scent.]
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