[ Sandalphon sighs pleasantly as he feels the armor slip off his upper body, that earlier feeling of being freed of some heavy weight intensifying, his whole body feeling lighter. His clothes and the hoodie beneath it are fairly comfortable, but still feel a little stuffy, and he knows he wants them off, and would be tearing them off himself right now in a rush if he wasn't so distracted with Belial.
He pulls away, standing straight again, his eyes moving across Belial's body, top to bottom, focusing as best he can through the fog in his mind. Everything about Belial is so alluring, so flawlessly sensual, not just his body but his voice, his aura, his very presence is its own siren song. It's hard to pick a single favorite part— but then again... ]
I haven't seen all of you yet. [ His hands roam across what he can find exposed of Belial's chest, then spreads his hands across both pecs to grope and squeeze, still clumsy, but with a determined intent and all the focus he can muster. ] But I like this part. [ Yes, he hasn't seen most of him at all... come to think of it, back then, Belial didn't even take off all of his clothes, did he—? and at the thought of it, the memory of Belial inside him, thrusting into him, comes flooding into sharp focus, and he makes a shaky breath, his body trembling— ]
And... [ His hands trail down, below Belial's chest, navel, and then, below the belt, fingertips brushing over the bulge in the front of his pants. ] ...this part.
[ He hasn't seen that one either, but he's certainly felt it. Now that he remembers, it all snaps into place. This part, that he's been thinking about for so long, needing to feel that again. What the source of this intense need is, what he wants, what he's looking for. He needs to be fucked. ]
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He pulls away, standing straight again, his eyes moving across Belial's body, top to bottom, focusing as best he can through the fog in his mind. Everything about Belial is so alluring, so flawlessly sensual, not just his body but his voice, his aura, his very presence is its own siren song. It's hard to pick a single favorite part— but then again... ]
I haven't seen all of you yet. [ His hands roam across what he can find exposed of Belial's chest, then spreads his hands across both pecs to grope and squeeze, still clumsy, but with a determined intent and all the focus he can muster. ] But I like this part. [ Yes, he hasn't seen most of him at all... come to think of it, back then, Belial didn't even take off all of his clothes, did he—? and at the thought of it, the memory of Belial inside him, thrusting into him, comes flooding into sharp focus, and he makes a shaky breath, his body trembling— ]
And... [ His hands trail down, below Belial's chest, navel, and then, below the belt, fingertips brushing over the bulge in the front of his pants. ] ...this part.
[ He hasn't seen that one either, but he's certainly felt it. Now that he remembers, it all snaps into place. This part, that he's been thinking about for so long, needing to feel that again. What the source of this intense need is, what he wants, what he's looking for. He needs to be fucked. ]