[ The answer comes in the shivers of both pleasure and relief that come when Sandalphon feels Belial's light touches across his body. They run down his spine to the rest of his body in a deep shudder, then to the very tips of his hands and feet when he feels lips at a sensitive point at the back of his neck that emanates a warmth he'd find odd if he were in his right mind. And then, in a gasp when Belial is suddenly so close, their bodies pressed together, the sweetest sensation of his warmth breath right at his ear, his back against Belial's bare chest, those hands he's thought of and dreamed of no less than the rest of him finally beneath his clothing, directly on his own bare skin. He throws his head back and leans into the touch, pressed back against Belial as if to urge him closer in a chase for more contact. ]
This question too is clearly rhetorical, but complete obedience to the letter wins out over rational thought with a pleased sigh: ] Y-yes, just like— [ He cuts himself off from the rest of the sentence that would have been just like you did back then as Belial's fingers press against his lips, and he takes the two in his mouth eagerly, pressing his tongue against them and sucking them further in the very second they breach inward, working them over as enthusiastically as a mortal child would candy or sweets, as if he can't get enough and is hungry for more. ]
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This question too is clearly rhetorical, but complete obedience to the letter wins out over rational thought with a pleased sigh: ] Y-yes, just like— [ He cuts himself off from the rest of the sentence that would have been just like you did back then as Belial's fingers press against his lips, and he takes the two in his mouth eagerly, pressing his tongue against them and sucking them further in the very second they breach inward, working them over as enthusiastically as a mortal child would candy or sweets, as if he can't get enough and is hungry for more. ]