[It takes a hot minute, but eventually Sandalphon's mood calms a bit, wings folding behind his back and blades shimmering away into nothing. He shifts his hips a bit to give himself easier access to Izumi's hard cock, laughing quietly to himself as his hips rise to meet his touch.]

Really...to think not even that would deter you...I'm the one who instigated it, but don't you think you're enjoying yourself too much...?

[His voice is gentle, but mocking, and the movement of his hand slows just a bit, finally hitting a proper rhythm rather than the haphazard tugging he'd been relying on.

Sandalphon's gaze falls back onto the bite wound he left on Izumi's shoulder, on the smear of blood going up his chin, and his expression hardens just a bit.]

...The color red...it suits you. Just like it suited him.

[That red ribbon he always wore...the blood of his fellow primals, in the rebellion. Sandalphon growls in irritation as memories of that time resurface, doing little to combat his arousal; rather, thinking of Lucifer in the same position as the human beneath him only gets him more excited. Frustration slithers its way back into his features, though he holds it back for now.]

...What's your name?

[He doesn't want to think of the one that keeps repeating in his head, an endless, terrible loop.]