[Sandalphon is clearly enjoying Izumi's struggle not to react, a sadistic glimmer in his eye as he continues his teasing.]
You'd rather I kill you? That doesn't seem to be your honest reaction...
[If the hardness pressed against his ass is any indication, anyway. He grinds his hips down again, sighing in pleasure as he stokes the fires of his own arousal. While he's at it, he lets go of Izumi's wrists in order to rip his shirt open, and he wastes no time in exploring his bare chest with hands that don't recognize what they're touching.]
It's almost a shame. Someone as beautiful as you, a mere mortal...what is it that they say? Beauty is ephemeral? I might actually begin to believe that.
[Ugh, why is he so concerned about how attractive this human is? Anyone with eyes can see how handsome he is, but...why does he feel like he needs to talk about it?
Sandalphon's frustration at not understanding his own faint emotions means he lashes out at whatever is closest, and unfortunately for now that's Izumi. He nips at the pale expanse of his throat, leaving bite marks and hickeys in his wake, groping at his chest in a most unseemly manner. What is it about this mortal that makes Sandalphon want him so much? Why is he even doing this?
...No matter how much he thinks about it, he can't find an answer, but it feels so good to pursue this that he doesn't care. He can examine this later, after it's over; for now, he just wants to chase the chill traveling up his spine.]
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[Sandalphon is clearly enjoying Izumi's struggle not to react, a sadistic glimmer in his eye as he continues his teasing.]
You'd rather I kill you? That doesn't seem to be your honest reaction...
[If the hardness pressed against his ass is any indication, anyway. He grinds his hips down again, sighing in pleasure as he stokes the fires of his own arousal. While he's at it, he lets go of Izumi's wrists in order to rip his shirt open, and he wastes no time in exploring his bare chest with hands that don't recognize what they're touching.]
It's almost a shame. Someone as beautiful as you, a mere mortal...what is it that they say? Beauty is ephemeral? I might actually begin to believe that.
[Ugh, why is he so concerned about how attractive this human is? Anyone with eyes can see how handsome he is, but...why does he feel like he needs to talk about it?
Sandalphon's frustration at not understanding his own faint emotions means he lashes out at whatever is closest, and unfortunately for now that's Izumi. He nips at the pale expanse of his throat, leaving bite marks and hickeys in his wake, groping at his chest in a most unseemly manner. What is it about this mortal that makes Sandalphon want him so much? Why is he even doing this?
...No matter how much he thinks about it, he can't find an answer, but it feels so good to pursue this that he doesn't care. He can examine this later, after it's over; for now, he just wants to chase the chill traveling up his spine.]