[ Sandalphon settles comfotably on the bed, happy to be close to it, and happier to be tended to and have even the responsibility of undressing himself taken off his hands. He watches Belial, fully naked, removing his shoes, eying up his perfect fully-bare form that's completely exposed to him for the first time. The sight of Belial tending to him in this way sends inexplicable rush through him that's different from anything he's felt before.
Before he can examine it too closely, though, Belial is taking off his leggings and praising his body again, and it's replaced by another rush of warmth that contrasts with the pleasant coolness and relief of air on more and more of his bared skin. Only his underwear, somewhat damp and clinging uncomfortably to him, acts as the final barrier. He could take it off himself, for sure, but quickly decides he'd rather have Belial do it himself— Belial comparing him to unwrapping a present comes to mind again, and he likes the thought of being unwrapped by his hands as if he is a gift delivered to and meant for him.
The next thing Belial says leaves him visibly confused, though, and he furrows his brow trying to decipher it or understand how to answer. It takes a few moments before he answers in a low, soft voice: ] Why would I do that? [ He pauses, and asks, hesitantly: ] Do you want me to?
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Before he can examine it too closely, though, Belial is taking off his leggings and praising his body again, and it's replaced by another rush of warmth that contrasts with the pleasant coolness and relief of air on more and more of his bared skin. Only his underwear, somewhat damp and clinging uncomfortably to him, acts as the final barrier. He could take it off himself, for sure, but quickly decides he'd rather have Belial do it himself— Belial comparing him to unwrapping a present comes to mind again, and he likes the thought of being unwrapped by his hands as if he is a gift delivered to and meant for him.
The next thing Belial says leaves him visibly confused, though, and he furrows his brow trying to decipher it or understand how to answer. It takes a few moments before he answers in a low, soft voice: ] Why would I do that? [ He pauses, and asks, hesitantly: ] Do you want me to?