[ Sandalphon feels none of the poisonous undertones in Belial's voice, none of the lecherousness of the way Belial leers over his body; only the layers of sweetness that soothe him, only the resulting relief, the way the answer set his heart beating fast, glowing with happiness at getting such clear approval. Belial likes the way he looks. Likes what Sandalphon's offering him. He's pleased with him.
It's such a high, and makes him a little bashful, not unpleasantly; the sort of praise he's never really received before, not like this, not so directly, not in a context like this. Right now, to receive it from Belial, any at all, is what matters more than anything else. The joy of it makes him feel light on his feet, resonating with that pleasantly floaty sensation of bliss that has overtaken him him.
Still, he can't help but notice that, as Belial takes off his sash and belt, so far he undresses him as chastely as could be. Taking off each layer without any direct contact to Sandalphon, almost as if avoiding it. He turns his head to to the side and looks back at Belial from the corner of his eye, his expression taking on the slightest pout. ]
Then, Belial...
[ He bites in his lips, trembling a little in place, wrapping his bare arms around himself. If he's told to wait, he'll wait, as long as needed; to obey is just second nature at this point, done without a thought, but a pleading note still makes it into his voices, his desperation showing in his eyes. ]
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It's such a high, and makes him a little bashful, not unpleasantly; the sort of praise he's never really received before, not like this, not so directly, not in a context like this. Right now, to receive it from Belial, any at all, is what matters more than anything else. The joy of it makes him feel light on his feet, resonating with that pleasantly floaty sensation of bliss that has overtaken him him.
Still, he can't help but notice that, as Belial takes off his sash and belt, so far he undresses him as chastely as could be. Taking off each layer without any direct contact to Sandalphon, almost as if avoiding it. He turns his head to to the side and looks back at Belial from the corner of his eye, his expression taking on the slightest pout. ]
Then, Belial...
[ He bites in his lips, trembling a little in place, wrapping his bare arms around himself. If he's told to wait, he'll wait, as long as needed; to obey is just second nature at this point, done without a thought, but a pleading note still makes it into his voices, his desperation showing in his eyes. ]
Won't you touch me?