[ belial doesn't verbally respond to the question; instead he runs his fingers under sandalphon's arms, ghosting them along his sides in tantalizing little strokes, feeling the hardness of his ribs and the faint play of muscle through the fabric of the turtleneck. then he dips his head down to press his lips to the nape of sandalphon's neck, nuzzling against the heart-shaped mark. it looks so good on him, glowing like an expiring nebula under his skin. ]
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[ a second later he wraps his arm around sandalphon's waist, pulling his back flush against his chest. a chuckle sends a hot breath fanning across his ear and belial slips his hand under the turtleneck, feeling his way across the landscape of his abdomen. meanwhile, his other hand moves from his hip and around his shoulder to press two fingers to sandalphon's lips, implicitly urging him to take the digits into his mouth. ]
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[ a second later he wraps his arm around sandalphon's waist, pulling his back flush against his chest. a chuckle sends a hot breath fanning across his ear and belial slips his hand under the turtleneck, feeling his way across the landscape of his abdomen. meanwhile, his other hand moves from his hip and around his shoulder to press two fingers to sandalphon's lips, implicitly urging him to take the digits into his mouth. ]