I see... [ belial trails off for a second or two, processing this new information. from what he's heard, the summon within the stone tends to be very unpredictable and can be either helpful or detrimental and it's a gamble every time lyria summons it; perfectly in character for a crystallized portion of his power. but it didn't occur to him that it might have enough of its own will and desire to take advantage of the situation in that way. be particularly mean to him, maybe, but not take it that far.

heh. little sandy had a taste of something he couldn't get enough of? ]

So you came to me because you wanted to relive that moment. You naughty little thing. [ dark amusement plays in the depths of his eyes and he holds his gaze firmly, rubbing soothing circles into sandalphon's cheek with his thumb. he wants to laugh, really—the sane thing to do would be to see a therapist, not find a way to reenact his trauma and get himself off to it. sandalphon really doesn't know how to cope, does he. but it led him to this moment, so belial really can't complain about sandy's terrible life choices. ]

Shame I didn't get to deflower you, but I'll make your second time better than the first—a mere copy can't hold a candle to the original.

[ belial nudges his knees apart and stands between them to keep him from closing them again, then leans down to press his mouth against sandalphon's in a demanding, heated kiss. he slants his head for a better angle, tongue running along the seam of sandalphon's lips in a demand for entry. ]