[Sandalphon takes a moment to breathe, recollecting his composure. He wants Izumi to wreck him, and he's already completely hard, but he doesn't want to make it too easy, so he just grits his teeth and grins defiantly up at him, though he's still flushed bright red.]

I always do. Did you do that on purpose, reaching for my lap like that? What would you have done if I'd make you thoroughly dry it?

[Shoot, now he's imagining it and that's just getting him even more worked up, the visuals of it sending shivers down his spine. Izumi bashfully doing his best not to acknowledge his master getting hard while Sandalphon stares down at him...tonight, he wants nothing more than for Izumi to take every inch of him, but there's an appeal in taking him, too.]

...Ah, but truthfully, everything you do would've done this to me...Izumi. My Izumi...

[He's yearned for this for so long, after all.]