[ The last thing Sandalphon wants right now is more talking and less touching, and the way Belial's hand teases him, circling so close to where he needs it but not quite, signaling how they're getting closer to what he wants yet not quite giving it, all while keeping him pinned beneath his gaze that seems to hold such power it controls his body for him— it could very well drive him mad. But thought to ignore Belial's question to urge him to hurry doesn't come, and the second he registers the question he opens his mouth to answer, then pauses as the genuine curiosity of Belial's tone and expression and the full meaning of the words register.
What slips out, then, on its own, instead of a proper answer, is a small, soft exhale that sounds almost wistful. ]
... You don't know... you don't remember after all.
[ In spite of himself, he suddenly realizes he's disappointed, and a shadow passes over his face. Even knowing from experience of Lyria having a copy of his own power and fully understanding that Belial's summon crystal and the man himself are not the same, not connected enough to share memories directly... the thought that Belial didn't remember their true first time together, truly doesn't remember what he's done to him, leaves him a bit dejected. Some deep part of him may have hoped they could share in this experience, and something the thought of Belial doing something that effected him so deeply and not even remembering it himself just feels unfair.
Sandalphon audibly swallows, biting his lip tensely as he glances down to the side, suddenly self-conscious and nervous, as he tries to find some way to answer properly. Just the memories welling up make him shudder at the reminder of each sensation, with the intensity of the experience returning to him. He wants to spill it all out right here, what has happened, how it occupied his mind, how he's been unable to free himself at night from needing it again, how it lead him here in desperation and yearning need. But each one of these confessions already are so overwhelming, and they fight within him to get out all at once, none of them making space for the other and leaving him lost and tongue-tied. ]
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What slips out, then, on its own, instead of a proper answer, is a small, soft exhale that sounds almost wistful. ]
... You don't know... you don't remember after all.
[ In spite of himself, he suddenly realizes he's disappointed, and a shadow passes over his face. Even knowing from experience of Lyria having a copy of his own power and fully understanding that Belial's summon crystal and the man himself are not the same, not connected enough to share memories directly... the thought that Belial didn't remember their true first time together, truly doesn't remember what he's done to him, leaves him a bit dejected. Some deep part of him may have hoped they could share in this experience, and something the thought of Belial doing something that effected him so deeply and not even remembering it himself just feels unfair.
Sandalphon audibly swallows, biting his lip tensely as he glances down to the side, suddenly self-conscious and nervous, as he tries to find some way to answer properly. Just the memories welling up make him shudder at the reminder of each sensation, with the intensity of the experience returning to him. He wants to spill it all out right here, what has happened, how it occupied his mind, how he's been unable to free himself at night from needing it again, how it lead him here in desperation and yearning need. But each one of these confessions already are so overwhelming, and they fight within him to get out all at once, none of them making space for the other and leaving him lost and tongue-tied. ]