[ He tries to think of how to answer the question— he feels calm, beyond all. His head pleasantly fuzzy, a little bit like he's floating, or slipped into a warm, warm bath. He feels as if some heavy unpleasant weight has been dropped of his shoulders— he thinks he hasn't been this relaxed in... he's not sure when the last time was, but it was long, long ago. There's a memory, among those slowly returning as the initial shock of sensation wears off, of things like names and details and past events— a memory of feeling this way before, long ago, of Belial doing something to him then, but it slips away and he doesn't bother to reach or probe further.
He struggles to articulate that into an answer, but it's so hard to think, to translate that to words, to focus enough to answer. The voice, soft and soothing, seems to bore right into him— all his focus and thoughts slipping away just as he tries to gather them together and concentrating on the words alone. The touch on his neck sends little shivers of pleasure down his spine and through body, making him twitch in place; together, they paradoxically seem to stir up his aching, throbbing need further, and yet calm him at the same time, the press of fingers seeming to massage away whatever remains of any tension he might have had.
Finally, he manages to sigh out, nuzzling contentedly against Belial's chest: ] Good. Really good.
[ It's not nearly enough, but it answers the question. His hands wander across Belial's body absentmindedly, across the broad planes of his back, at his sides, at the cloth around his waist covering him, wanting more, needing more, wanting to touch, to be touched. Everything about Belial is so alluring, so tempting. Sandalphon clumsily tries to slip a hand beneath Belial's clothes, but his coordination isn't the best in this state so he settles for awkward attempts to grope him through the fabric instead, and then Belial says take care of you and those hands are stroking his hair and massaging his scalp and it's so relaxing, feels so nice. He's in far too deep to question the word Belial uses for himself‐ beyond recalling vaguely, at the back of his mind, hearing someone joke about it, someone else trying to explain‐ but to be taken care of— it sounds nice. And right, he asked him for something like that, didn't he? Asked Belial to put him in this state. He just needs to go along with him and listen. ]
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He struggles to articulate that into an answer, but it's so hard to think, to translate that to words, to focus enough to answer. The voice, soft and soothing, seems to bore right into him— all his focus and thoughts slipping away just as he tries to gather them together and concentrating on the words alone. The touch on his neck sends little shivers of pleasure down his spine and through body, making him twitch in place; together, they paradoxically seem to stir up his aching, throbbing need further, and yet calm him at the same time, the press of fingers seeming to massage away whatever remains of any tension he might have had.
Finally, he manages to sigh out, nuzzling contentedly against Belial's chest: ] Good. Really good.
[ It's not nearly enough, but it answers the question. His hands wander across Belial's body absentmindedly, across the broad planes of his back, at his sides, at the cloth around his waist covering him, wanting more, needing more, wanting to touch, to be touched. Everything about Belial is so alluring, so tempting. Sandalphon clumsily tries to slip a hand beneath Belial's clothes, but his coordination isn't the best in this state so he settles for awkward attempts to grope him through the fabric instead, and then Belial says take care of you and those hands are stroking his hair and massaging his scalp and it's so relaxing, feels so nice. He's in far too deep to question the word Belial uses for himself‐ beyond recalling vaguely, at the back of his mind, hearing someone joke about it, someone else trying to explain‐ but to be taken care of— it sounds nice. And right, he asked him for something like that, didn't he? Asked Belial to put him in this state. He just needs to go along with him and listen. ]